[And here came the wailing of the shadows. He quickly cast a few glances around- ugh, he never saw them when they started acting up, but he knew they were there, weighing down somewhere between the back of his skull and the back of his eyes.
But it would be even worse for the star of this miserable show, still seated in his chair. Chesnaught turned to Guzma- or, at least, the one WITHOUT yellow eyes, who had been sitting there this whole time. Chesnaught's own voice was brought down to a tense whisper.]
You can't keep ignoring all this, or it'll just get worse...! C'mon, say something...
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But it would be even worse for the star of this miserable show, still seated in his chair. Chesnaught turned to Guzma- or, at least, the one WITHOUT yellow eyes, who had been sitting there this whole time. Chesnaught's own voice was brought down to a tense whisper.]
You can't keep ignoring all this, or it'll just get worse...! C'mon, say something...