Voice || Alone in a Box

[notjustinthemirror]

Well this is fucking boring.

If this keeps going I'm willing to take one for the team, fill this coffin with alcohol and set it ablaze. Shoot this shit into the roof of the cave via explosion.

All I ask is you honor my memory by punching Fear in the face.

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[notjustinthemirror]

Not if I've got something better to do I'm not.

But I gotta work with what I've got. And that's alcohol and fire.

[synthedick]

Looks like whomever buried us should have thought about what they were burying us with.

[notjustinthemirror]

I brought my own.

You have any fun toys in your box?

[synthedick]

Just what I had on me already and this phone.

[notjustinthemirror]

Well that certainly limits your fun.

You don't sound familiar at all. You new?

[synthedick]

Yeah. Only been here about a week. Can't say my luck has been very good, given the situation.

[notjustinthemirror]

Well the other option is being above ground with a shovel. We get the easy side of things.

[synthedick]

I'd feel a hell of a lot more helpful up there. Here, it's just a lot of waiting in the dark.

[notjustinthemirror]

At least we've got phones.

I'd offer you a drink but...

[synthedick]

I'd pass anyway. Doesn't do me much good.

[notjustinthemirror]

Well you're no fun.

[synthedick]

Hard to be fun when you're buried in a box.

[notjustinthemirror]

Thanks for pointing that out Captain Killjoy. Should I be taking notes?

[synthedick]

Only if you're going to bother reading them later.

The name's Nick Valentine.

[notjustinthemirror]

... Seriously?

[synthedick]

If I were joking, I'd have picked something cleverer.

[notjustinthemirror]

That sounds fake, but okay.

[Says the demon who makes alcohol.]

You got any big plans on how to break out of this?

[synthedick]

Breaking out's not my specialty. I'm better at digging.

[For information, that is.]

[notjustinthemirror]

Well they picked the wrong guy to put in a box didn't they?

Fuck this is boring.

[synthedick]

You could try sleeping to pass the time. Wouldn't want to use up all your air talking, now would you?

[notjustinthemirror]

I can't sleep. And I don't breathe.

So I have all the time in the world to be bored. What about you? How's that air supply going?

[synthedick]

Sounds like we're in a similar situation. You a synth?

[notjustinthemirror]

A what? Like a piano? No.

I'm a demon.

[synthedick]

[Now he's trying to picture what kind of people would call themselves demons, not realizing that's a literal term. When from a world where ghouls and super mutants are commonplace, one doesn't assume he knows what all radiation has done to folks, or what they call themselves.

Then again, he's not in Kansas anymore, so to speak, and sometimes, the best way to get information is to simply ask.]

Not familiar with those. You care to explain them to me?

[notjustinthemirror]

Don't breathe or eat or sleep.

I make alcohol, I'm an Alcohol Demon.

It's significantly more impressive when I follow this up by levitating a bunch of bottles in a whirlwind around me instead of being in a box so please, try to imagine it.