[The thing moves almost before Tim does, as if it's anticipated what he's going to do.
It lunges forward. A clawed hand extends to the snatch the alarm clock out of the air only a moment after it leaves Tim's hand. It closes with Tim and gently, but firmly, puts a hand over his mouth.]
Shhh. [It sounds like an order.
Now that it's so close, the figure's features become barely visible. Hollowed out eyes and a stitched up mouth.]
Tim. [The voice is familiar. A bit raspy, as if not well-used. Soft and harsh in equal measure.]
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It lunges forward. A clawed hand extends to the snatch the alarm clock out of the air only a moment after it leaves Tim's hand. It closes with Tim and gently, but firmly, puts a hand over his mouth.]
Shhh. [It sounds like an order.
Now that it's so close, the figure's features become barely visible. Hollowed out eyes and a stitched up mouth.]
Tim. [The voice is familiar. A bit raspy, as if not well-used. Soft and harsh in equal measure.]