Basil stared up at the party, glad to once again be in the comfort of his now rather dirty blanket. He could see past the obnoxious light and slightly up the stairs that lie ahead, but there was too much ceiling in the way to see any more without getting closer.
Which he couldn’t do because he was now completely locked in place, eyes frozen, his mind daring his muscles to release and involuntarily glance at the eyeball girl’s massive eyeball head, which was now looking directly at him. His peripheral vision was enough of a direct look; he didn’t need anymore anytime soon and actually waking up from this would be real nice right now.
Assuming, of course, that this wasn’t reality itself. Maybe it was just a very surreal nightmare. Or maybe the SNOVA pill was actually a hallucinogenic.
One eyebrow twitched.
Who was she speaking to? She had to be speaking about him; there were clearly no other kids in the whole room. Lawyer man, angry woman, the… fish, and the gun girl had all exited, although lawyer man and angry girl were still standing in the stairs entrance, as eyeball head lady had pushed past them both and ascended. Maybe they were waiting for floor guy and him to-
Basil’s head snapped around with unreal speed. Two frightened yellow eyes beamed shocked terror towards the speaker as the small figure repeatedly flinched, his neck begging and screaming for him to turn and run.
The small figure inhaled deeply, pulled the blanket tighter, and slowly turned towards the stairs, insistent on going slow and collected. As he passed Miles and Eve, he stopped for a moment to allow Sue ample time to ascend before following dutifully up the steps, arms tugging at his blanket, trying so very, very hard not to run.
As he left, however, those under the light may notice a series of crimson streaks on the floor.