[I shouldn't wear this, atleast not yet.]
I begin to whisper. "Why aren't you responding. Am I right about it being a trick?"
It responds after a few seconds. "We need to leave. Its almost here." [Its tone seems quieter?]
[It changed the topic. I'm probably right then.]
I try to pry further to get a solid answer. "Its quite rude to suddenly change the conversation topic without solid reasoning you know?" "So is there a reason you changed it?"
[I swear I just heard it respond but it was to quiet to understand.]
"Could you pass that by me again?"
The voice finally responds but its nearly silent.
"Its going to be here in 2 minutes. If you want to live you'll do what i say for now."
Its just barely comprehensible but I understand.
[Maybe I can figure out what its talking about?]
"Whats coming? A Monster? A Demon? What is it specifically?"
It says something that I never expected it to say.
"It is out of my power to tell you WHAT it is merely that it is coming and it is hungry." "You don't have the time to sit here and wonder what it is anymore. If you dont leave now you're almost garunteed to die."
[Is it being serious or is it lying? Even if it is lying I need to leave anyways. I guess I'll listen to it for now.]
I speak up after a couple seconds of silence.
"Alright fine, I'll leave the building."
As I climb down the pile of dead bodies I suddenly lose my footing and fall onto the hardwood floor.
This not only knocks my breath out of me but also makes a loud crashing noise that seems to echo throughout the building.
The voice returns with a message.
"Good luck, the Goblin has noticed you."
As I hear the message I hear a strange noise.
"Kekekeke"
[Is that laughter? Its horrible.]
The laughter begins coming closer with the sound of footsteps following closely by.
The Goblin is here and it's looking at me.
The Goblin lets out a high pitched shriek and begins shouting "Fresh meat!"
[I need to leave the building but how can I do that if I have to fight a Goblin?!]
Before I have time to react the Goblin lunges at me stabbing my leg with some sort of makeshift blade.
"AAUUGH!"
The Goblin backs aways and begins licking the blood off of its blade.
"Fresh meat means more power!"
[I need to run away. I can't beat this thing in the short time I have.]
Just after I think about this I start to run as fast as I can.
Luckily Goblins aren't exactly known for their speed.