I— [ Great question. Futaba looks to the left, then to the right; but all that greets her are the cold walls of a broken station. Straight ahead is the concerned face of Ann. It really is a horror game, where all the tech that was supposed to help them seem to be failing until there's a big monster they're going to have to run from.
But for now, it's silence. ] I'm not ... sure. [ She's not afraid. Not yet ( people are scarier than monsters ). Just annoyed. Her lips twist into a frown, and she tries to reach for her goggles again ( in midair, so she can put them on. Surely that's how it works ). ] C'mon, Necronomicon —
[ ... No gust of wind, no light, nothing. Futaba's eyes are wide when she looks up at Ann. ] I can't get 'im. [ What the hell do that do now?!?!?!?! ]
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But for now, it's silence. ] I'm not ... sure. [ She's not afraid. Not yet ( people are scarier than monsters ). Just annoyed. Her lips twist into a frown, and she tries to reach for her goggles again ( in midair, so she can put them on. Surely that's how it works ). ] C'mon, Necronomicon —
[ ... No gust of wind, no light, nothing. Futaba's eyes are wide when she looks up at Ann. ] I can't get 'im. [ What the hell do that do now?!?!?!?! ]