[JumpingJackbox]: Ok good. Here's my plan for tomorrow's gig, we sneak into Mr. Hacksworth locker and wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
[ShipSaiedlBaroness]: We wha? Zachy everything kewl :?
Zach lunged the phone and tried to rekindle their short convo.
"Give that back!" He kicked at the little plush ball but it dodged and smashed his phone away, further out of his grasp.
"So obsessed with those silly little tricks of yours? Well I've got some better ones for you, if you're willing to listen." The ball said.
"Okay I'll humor your stupid nonsense and my crazy going brain if it means I can have my phone back and you go away forever." He replied, reasserting his cool and crossing his legs on his comfy couch.
"No promises. But these tricks are going to be useful, cause you already heard from her didn't you? I'd like to play a game. And you get to be a player too, isn't that fun?"
Zach pretended to snore and made fake finger gun-shots to his head. "Nope don't care. How do you even talk, voice recorder in there or something like that right?"
The ball levitated up around him. "Close. Magical hexiposession. I'm talking through the ball, and infact 7 other instruments of communication right now. Cats too."
Zach sighed, thinking of swatting at it again but knowing it'd be pointless. "Okay, I'll play 'Ball.' What's this stupid game we're playing for crazy mental patients and talking toys? Spill it out."
Elsewhere, similar conversations were occurring at familiar households, or in some cases other unsavory places. A tanned woman flicked her dark bobbed hair and tapped her cheeks delighted she had such willing participants and curious children. "First off, my name is Ms. Cairo. You can call me Lady Cairo or Miss, or Chirography Chancellor if you want. I will be your host, coach and overseer of this game, so you should all listen closely and know that I'm watching in turn. On behalf of Overlord Dune, you've been selected for the first Feeding Games, and here's where I'll explain your part in it. You will all be participating in a game of goals, identity, introspection and... conversion. Keep your tongues in your soft fleshy cheeks, because that best part is yet to come..."
8 Nuanced children curiously awaited the beginning of a new start. An experience, they'd never forget.
