[ TICK ]
أنت opened his eyes, lifting his head up because of the sound of the noise that the grandfather's clock made, — 'G-... god...' — he thought as his head throbbed like he was hit with a blunt object but the flooring beneath him was soft and light... as if he were lying on clouds.
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His body felt... so damn weak. 'Where... what is this place?...' أنت thought as his eyes were glossy and were about to close, he was too tired.
أنت tried lifting a hand up to scratch the area on his head that hurt but he was too weak to do so. 'Why-... why can't I-...'
[ TICK ]
His ears perked uo while the tips twitched as he heard something from in front of them open, "You're already up." a voice commented, letting out a 'tch'. A pair-... two pairs of footsteps grew closer to where أنت was. "Andrusha, make sure that he's okay and make sure to bring him to me." the same voice said like he was commanding someone.
"Yes sir!" another, younger voice replied; possibly belonging to Andrusha. And with that, the door closed and أنت felt his body being pushed and touched though he was too tired to fight or argue.
After around ten minutes of the Fatuus examining the kidnapped traveller Andrusha finally mumbled out, "Hm... you seem okay." he grabbed أنت by his arms and helped him stand. "I'll have to bring you to the Jester..." he sighed as he spoke about his boss. "Hopefully he won't do anything rash, especially after what you did around the city..."
أنت caught a glimpse of a smile from Andrusha through their half-lidded eyes, unconsciously smiling in return. He leaned against the man as they exited the room and began walking to... the Jester's office.
"Sir! أنت seems to be okay!" he called out before knocking on the large, mahogany door.
"Then come in Andrusha, don't make me wait any longer." the voice replied, his tone gruff but it also seemed gentle when speaking to Andrusha.
...
Andrusha led أنت to the seat across where the Jester sat before bowing and then leaving the room, "... أنت, isn't it?" he asked, "Pierro, the First Harbinger. I'm sure my... comrades have told you about me." Pierro continued as he emphasised 'comrades', clearly meaning the other Fatui أنت has met.
The air felt dead; the room cold and unforgiving — it was as if he knew everything that he has done.
He shifted his weight to one side, glaring at the young man with his single eye that shone like a moonstone beneath the sun's light.
