#William:Edgar

[loomingdread]

"That nurse has my dog." William gruffed out, pointing out beyond the doors of his room. "You know the one. The one that doesn't stop talking. The one that's so....touchy. I saw her late last night, with my Foxy." He was clearly irate, not wanting to know hows or whys, just wanting results. "I need her back. My dog. The girl...well, I don't think she needs to be working for you anymore. If you're willing to hand her to me, I can think of a few uses for her. Teach her a few lessons about keeping her hands to herself, for one."

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[loomingdread]

Care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick. (Edgar & William)

"Why?" William gruffed, his voice strained from not having spoken in a long time. The last few days had been little more than a blur of lights and shapes as he'd drifted in and out of consciousness. However, Edgar's voice was one he was sure he'd heard on multiple occasions. Talking to strangers, talking to his family, and even talking to him, even if he couldn't remember what exactly was said. His voice was present in almost all of his dreamlike memories. "Why are you helping so much?" he pressed himself to speak more, trying to clarify. "Why did you save me?" he voice cracked, turning to more of a pathetic whimper as his confusion and pain got the better of him. He had no proof it was Edgar himself who had found him or even made the conscious effort to try to resuscitate him. But, the last place he remembered being was The Farm, to which Edgar was the doting owner. If he had to guess who'd made the choices, especially given his involvement ever since, he was the right place to start.

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[loomingdread]

"Any chance you let me buy you an “I’m sorry” drink?" (Edgar & William)

"That's a new one." William bit his lower lip, brows furrowed, looking over to the other waiting to hear what he had to say. "You're sorry for what exactly?" his mind was racing with all the cruel and unusual ways things could have gone wrong either intentionally or accidentally. He'd never trusted Edgar fully to begin with. So, why did the chance he was about to betray him bother him so much? "The drink can come after. Explanations first, please."

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[loomingdread]

To: Edgar (@lcvenderhcze)

Location: The Farm

"You'll have to forgive my hanging around, I didn't intend for it to look quite so desperate. I called by before, but, you were otherwise unavailable." Getting hold of Edgar had been a lot more tricky than he'd given credit to. Usually, he couldn't seem to shake the man. "But, I wanted you to be the first to see what I've created." He set upon the table between them a large box, about the size of a lap dog. "This is my personal model, so, it's smaller than standard and the parts are cheaper, so, keep that in mind." he opened the box slowly, unveiling the completed form of Fortified Foxy. "I finished it. And, just in time too."

[loomingdread]

“With great power…comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.”

(Edgar & William)

"I supposed you wouldn't be able to handle the late nights." He rolled his eyes and sighed. He wasn't sure why he'd even invited Edgar to his workshop in the first place. "If you must sleep, you can use my office chair. But, put your coat over it. I don't want you sweating on it." He was very particular about his workshop. Everything had to be his. It was a territorial thing. "I'm going to keep working on Foxy. There's something unusual about the way the microphone is connected. I won't be able to sleep, I'll just keep thinking about it."

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[loomingdread]

❝ well , i don’t have much competition here .❞

(Edgar & William)

"Well, I would like to think not. It is your farm, after all." William still wasn't sure why exactly he'd agreed to come along. Most of it was chalked up to curiosity, but, there was a small part that wondered if there was really something to be gained from visiting. Especially, when it came to his memories. "You run this with your sister, though. Yes? I imagine she's the popular one? Sometimes its a woman's touch that makes a house more a home." He glanced at the other, awaiting their reaction.

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