[ Will frowns at the marks when he sees them, but then closes his eyes and just pushes open the door. He knew that last hallucination wasn't going to be the last- they hit like shockwaves.
Still, when he looks in the morning and the marks are still there, his eyes narrow. He puts his hand over it, feels the change in texture of the wood. He brings out a small screwdriver and chips off shavings and brings them into his desk. He separates them into pieces, he wets them down. They're real.
And when he's done with that, he retrieves one of the two switchblades he has. He opens it, sharpens it a little with a stone, then flicks it shut and puts it in his pocket.
He can be the lure again. That's fine. He will take care of this himself. ]
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Still, when he looks in the morning and the marks are still there, his eyes narrow. He puts his hand over it, feels the change in texture of the wood. He brings out a small screwdriver and chips off shavings and brings them into his desk. He separates them into pieces, he wets them down. They're real.
And when he's done with that, he retrieves one of the two switchblades he has. He opens it, sharpens it a little with a stone, then flicks it shut and puts it in his pocket.
He can be the lure again. That's fine. He will take care of this himself. ]