Familiar Imogen Howe blue

as reply to why did he have to eat it?

He held the piece of paper in his mouth. Letting his saliva soak through. That was his plan. Maybe 
Imogen Howe
would return now, and laugh at him. 

"I can't believe you thought I was serious! HAHAHA!" She'd say. 

But she never came back. 5 minutes went by and now he chewed the paper like it was a piece of gum. 

He googled. "Is it okay to swallow paper?" Google showed him pictures of swallows made from paper, and another paper crane.

Ever since the 
blue
Group took over google, it had gotten worse. 

He gulped it down with some water. Coughing.

"Fuck"


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"If you listen now, you'll live." A voice came on the intercom.

Keith was tired dehydrated it had been a week in this room. He was dirty he felt no matter how many times he washed. 

"If you don't. Then this is the last time we'll speak."

Keith rolled a little, moving. 

"This is the last time."

"I'll listen." Keith Said. 

His voice louder than even he'd expected. Different than it was. 

"I'll listen. Just let me out."

"Keith, we've been expecting you." The voice said.

"We're so glad you'll listen to us." It said.

The voice had changed. It was familiar.