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His ears picked up on the sounds of a portal opening followed by gentle footsteps, he doesn’t need to turn his head around to know it’s you, the player coming in unannounced like always. Yet he still felt complied to just to glare at you.
“Oh great---it’s you” he invisibly frowned, not that you care about his displeasure, “you don’t know when to stop do you?”
The room the two of you were in was just a copy of Baldi’s office, just a little dark and glitchy, the chalkboard behind him tended to flicker in and out of existence.
“Nope!” you say with a slight chirp in your voice before pulling out something from your inventory, “got you something while I was out Null”
You toss him a banana which he grabbed with his non-existent limbs, “thanks---I guess”
“it was hilarious watching the principle skid about after I threw a peel at him, he still got me but it was worth it” you chuckled as you explained your run.
Null set aside the banana on the desk, he wasn’t hungry, he was more focus on you. No matter what he did, you kept coming back, no matter how far he hid himself in the game or tried to encrypt himself, you’d always find him---- he wanted you to stay away from him, to stop playing the game and leave him be.
Yet there was that part of him that liked it when you found him, it made him sick—this twisted game of hide and seek.
“you okay there Null?” you asked him, for the first time he’s heard worry in your voice, “is you glitching getting painful?”
“why do you keep coming back?” Null finally said, no longer wanting to beat around the bush, “there’s nothing back here”
“of course there is, there’s you”
A distorted grunt of annoyance escapes his throat, “why me? Why spend time---with---me when---there’s so many---characters up there?”
You go quiet and suddenly he’s unnerved by the lack of you voice, suddenly he wants you to say something, anything to get his mind off the growing dread he’s accidently creating between the two of you. He watched you lean forward on the desk in thought, his eyes dart to your lips, waiting for anything.
“I guess I don’t want you to be alone” you finally say, “no one deserves a fate like this, to not be in the game with the others, then again--- it’s so chaotic out there that being here--- with you, it’s nice”
Then a soft chuckle escapes your throat and he feels his throat tightening, you speak again, “it’s nice to be able to talk to someone that doesn’t yell ‘gotta sweep, sweep, sweep!’ y’know”
Your hand reaches out over to his side, “that’s what I like about you---you make sense in this weird world”
You kept trying to find his hand or arm but to no avail, huffing out of slight embarrassment, “that…would’ve been more impactful if I found your hand”
“here”
He holds your hand, feeling his invisible fingers intertwine with you caught you off guard, especially how cold he felt, guess it really fit with his ghost image he puts on. He on the other hand, wasn’t sure what compelled him to do that, he’s not fully sure how to feel about you, you’re annoying--- but not insufferable, he doesn’t want you around but he misses you when you’re not here with him.
Stupid emotions being stupid.
“Weird isn’t it?” he asked to which you nodded, both in confusion and intrigue at his body, “you’re not too bad yourself”
That gets your reaction, “really?”
“don’t push your luck I can still crash the game” he brushes you off.
You may not see it but he was smiling under layers of annoyance.