She turned on the saw, and it screamed, a shrill whine on par with nails on a blackboard, but unending, ceaseless.
So nails on a blackboard then.
The stuffed animal was turning around, coming back down the hallway, towards us.
If I’m right about how Parian is sensing things, this is basically an invisible maze for her, where she has to “feel” her way around walls she can’t see.
Also, I suspect she can sense threads from further away than she can control the stuffed animals. That would be why she’d come back into control range, upon sensing the spider threads.
Have to stall her.
A hand-sized hole through the skull might be somewhat more comfortable than someone poking at the top of your brain through your nose, but the best option is “neither”.
I looked up at her, then deliberately blinked three times in a row.
The saw stopped.
…alright, that’s progress. What did Bonesaw read into that?
“Trying to say something?”
I blinked once, hard.
Blink once for yes, blink twice for no, blink three times for “I’m gazing into the cold unending void of the human soul, and the void is gazing back with the eeeeeye, of the tiger”.
“Is that one blink for yes, two for no?”
That’s a stupid question, you’ll have no idea what the amount of blinks Taylor gives you mean! Especially if she gives you two.
Hey, Taylor, blink twice.
I blinked twice. Just to confuse matters.
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