[ Amos is here for one thing only — trying to track down the girl who'd gone missing. (Almost) anything or anyone he has or might run across in pursuit of her wouldn't matter to him, save for a select few. But random strangers, things going wrong, weird shit happening on the way here — he doesn't care if someone gets themselves in trouble, he's not here to be a hero to anyone. Even this girl — this isn't heroic, in his mind, this is just what you do for kids. They don't have a say in so much of what happens to them and around them, and they deserve a better shot at life than a lot of people get. So while there's a chance to find her alive and safe, he'll take it.
As he wanders the mall, he comes across the people just — frozen. Here one second, gone the next. Dead or — what? They're just a passing thought for him, really, no more than, alright, that's shitty. Nothing he can do about it. That is, until he comes across the figure of a mother frozen in the act of picking up her child. It hadn't occurred to him before, but — maybe something like this happened to Millie? It's the only thing that actually compels him to linger a little, touching the mother's shoulder briefly. He's not expecting anything, doesn't get anything (seemingly), and so he just walks away. Just something else here that doesn't make sense. He thinks that's the end of it, until he's wandering out of a store a little while later, after grabbing a few necessary supplies.
It's when he turns a corner and sees something move in the dark that he stops, puts his back up against the wall, watches. There's a weird panic prickling at the base of his neck, like a whisper of something, a voice that isn't his. Wasn't a person moving (actually, it was). Something else. He's not the type to run and hide, but he also doesn't run right into a fight without having a sense of what or who he's up against. He hears someone singing (...really?) and that keeps that creeping dread and darkness from swallowing him suddenly, but there's something moving and getting bigger, and coming towards them. An innocent person just entering a shop up ahead looks like the worst of Amos' nightmares come to life, but he has no idea he's in the grip of something turning his thoughts against him. And not far from this creature, Amos also catches a glimpse of someone wearing a mask, wielding a sword, flipping around, just up ahead. Jesus, are they fucking oblivious? Probably didn't see the thing, so — though it's not out of any genuine concern for this person's welfare, Amos calls out — ]
Move now, or you're gonna get fucked.
[ Maybe more specifics would be helpful, like — describing what he's seeing, where to move exactly, why even, beyond just — fucked.
That's about all the effort he can muster up, though. If this person gets killed, they get killed. He offered a warning. He's only seconds away from advancing on the thing, though there's a weird feeling still gripping him. A feeling that's so unfamiliar he doesn't know what it even is yet. ]
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As he wanders the mall, he comes across the people just — frozen. Here one second, gone the next. Dead or — what? They're just a passing thought for him, really, no more than, alright, that's shitty. Nothing he can do about it. That is, until he comes across the figure of a mother frozen in the act of picking up her child. It hadn't occurred to him before, but — maybe something like this happened to Millie? It's the only thing that actually compels him to linger a little, touching the mother's shoulder briefly. He's not expecting anything, doesn't get anything (seemingly), and so he just walks away. Just something else here that doesn't make sense. He thinks that's the end of it, until he's wandering out of a store a little while later, after grabbing a few necessary supplies.
It's when he turns a corner and sees something move in the dark that he stops, puts his back up against the wall, watches. There's a weird panic prickling at the base of his neck, like a whisper of something, a voice that isn't his. Wasn't a person moving (actually, it was). Something else. He's not the type to run and hide, but he also doesn't run right into a fight without having a sense of what or who he's up against. He hears someone singing (...really?) and that keeps that creeping dread and darkness from swallowing him suddenly, but there's something moving and getting bigger, and coming towards them. An innocent person just entering a shop up ahead looks like the worst of Amos' nightmares come to life, but he has no idea he's in the grip of something turning his thoughts against him. And not far from this creature, Amos also catches a glimpse of someone wearing a mask, wielding a sword, flipping around, just up ahead. Jesus, are they fucking oblivious? Probably didn't see the thing, so — though it's not out of any genuine concern for this person's welfare, Amos calls out — ]
Move now, or you're gonna get fucked.
[ Maybe more specifics would be helpful, like — describing what he's seeing, where to move exactly, why even, beyond just — fucked.
That's about all the effort he can muster up, though. If this person gets killed, they get killed. He offered a warning. He's only seconds away from advancing on the thing, though there's a weird feeling still gripping him. A feeling that's so unfamiliar he doesn't know what it even is yet. ]