[Forward-dated to the Murder Mystery Plot.]

[fuckdemocracy]

[For the moment, there is only white, with no end or definition.

Well, white and the figure within it, at least. The creature's... least favorite pet, and its favorite all in the same motion.

Not showing itself yet, the creature speaks as the other awakens in this place, voice ringing with that of every pet it has, has had, will have.]

I hope you don't mind the décor, my dear. Not really your thing, is it? But nonetheless.

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[monocle_layton]

If you were going to choose to represent yourself via any form that exists here, then Clive would be the most logical choice, given your nature.

[fuckdemocracy]

So it would be.

[It chuckles, showing itself, and when it talks now its voice is that of a singular Clive.]

Have you worked out who I am then, Twister?

[monocle_layton]

You are the Dressing Room. Obviously.

[fuckdemocracy]

More-or-less.

So perhaps you shouldn't be so assured that you'll get to live again, hmm?

[monocle_layton]

I'm certain you will allow me to live.

[fuckdemocracy]

Why? So you can rule the place?

Because, you know, I never agreed to that.

[monocle_layton]

But you didn't stop me either.

[fuckdemocracy]

Perhaps I was just biding my time, my dear.

[monocle_layton]

You enjoy me too much to kill me.

[fuckdemocracy]

Says who?

I much prefer all my dear Clives. And even your doubles are preferable.

[monocle_layton]

Then why have you kept me around for this long?

[fuckdemocracy]

Oh, I have a sense of... fairness. Most of the time.

[It steps closer, grabbing Monocle's chin.]

[monocle_layton]

[Monocle looks into his eyes, not flinching.]

And you act like a child when you lose or your nature is drawn to question.

[fuckdemocracy]

I choose not to show myself. And so that's the only way to communicate my... displeasure.

[monocle_layton]

And now you show yourself for what reason?

whoops didn't notice I hadn't tagged

[fuckdemocracy]

You're dead. And besides, not like you'll be able to tell anyone about this.

[monocle_layton]

Why not? Are you keeping me here.

[fuckdemocracy]

Of course not. Well. For a few days, I will.

But you won't be able to tell anyone anything more than that you met me.

[monocle_layton]

Because you'll seal my mouth on such subjects? You really are a child.

[fuckdemocracy]

...it's for the best that... some of them don't know. That they could speak to me directly by dying.

[monocle_layton]

As they'd just be dying all the time to try to influence you? We do have some... vaguely suicidal residents as it is, without giving them encouragement.

[fuckdemocracy]

More-or-less.

...I hope not to see Tyrannus again, Twister.

[monocle_layton]

Was he difficult?

[Seems gleeful at the prospect.]

[fuckdemocracy]

No. But I rather like him, so do try to keep him alive.

[monocle_layton]

I'm not sure why you take such pleasure in all the Clives, if I'm honest.