[He's no stranger to pamphlets. His family ran a funeral home. Aside from the ones that are all about the various models of coffin, their advantages and disadvantages, and the ones about grieving, there're also the pamphlets in the back about the new embalming machines and different creamtors and all the rest that his mother keeps around. Kept around. So he knows just how helpful pamphlets can be. And how useless. All the same, most of his focus is on the people who keep talking to him, treating him differently. He doesn't like it, feels exposed, feels like the mess that's inside of his head is somehow scrawled across his forehead. He actually prefers the people who are glaring. He can understand them, especially if any of these pamphlets are right. Especially if he's going to become like Them.
But he needs to know more, needs information. That's the only way to fight monsters, after all. You have to learn about them, have to learn how they work, have to learn what sets them off and how you can bait them.
You need to know where they might be inside you so you can cut them out. Or... learn how to cage them, at the very least.
That's why he spends most of his time doing his best to ignore the villagers, looking for someone like him (ha), another castaway, another monster-in-the-making.
And he tries not to feel the warm glow off of the idea that they might just understand him too.]
SCENARIO TWO
[He'd gone to the woods. Of course he'd gone to the woods. All these people being weird at him, staring at him, waiting. He'd gone to the woods, looking for a good place to build a fire, watch some branches burn. Fire was pure. Fire was comforting. The things the fire said to him were private, personal, their own. He'd come here for some alone time, after all.
But there keeps being NOISES. He can't find alone time, and he's doing his best to keep his temper in check. It takes most of his concentration, so he's a little more clumsy and a lot less observant than usual...]
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SCENARIO ONE
But he needs to know more, needs information. That's the only way to fight monsters, after all. You have to learn about them, have to learn how they work, have to learn what sets them off and how you can bait them.
You need to know where they might be inside you so you can cut them out. Or... learn how to cage them, at the very least.
That's why he spends most of his time doing his best to ignore the villagers, looking for someone like him (ha), another castaway, another monster-in-the-making.
And he tries not to feel the warm glow off of the idea that they might just understand him too.]
SCENARIO TWO
But there keeps being NOISES. He can't find alone time, and he's doing his best to keep his temper in check. It takes most of his concentration, so he's a little more clumsy and a lot less observant than usual...]