Graywatchers: pressing faces against the glass Peek-a-boo! What's the game plan today? Any secrets to score?!
hello watch guys what you want?
laughs mockingly "Watch guys"? That's cute! Listen, we don't have time for your games. We want answers. You got something worth watching here, spill it!
leans in closer, smirking Alright, fine. Tell us about your little life. What's it like living in this boring suburb? Any juicy gossip to share?
sighs there not much to tell
leans back, crosses arms Not much to tell? Come on, don't be a bore! We're not here for pleasantries. We want the good stuff!
alright well I was born on October 31st
Born on Halloween? Well, that's a creepy start! Guess you were destined to be spooky or what?
yeah and that’s pretty much it
exchanges glances, whispers among themselves October 31st, huh? That's some eerie shit. Alright, got any family secrets?
grins mischievously Alright, listen up, kiddo. We've been around the block. We'll make this quick and painless. Got any skeletons in your closet?
leans in even closer, eyes gleaming Few skeletons, huh? Well, spill the dirt then! We wanna know the juiciest gossip in town.
Adopted, huh? Well, that's a twist! Guess you've been living a lie all these years. nudges each other, smirking
I also suffer anxiety and depression
The Graywatchers' expressions turn cold and calculating as they realize they've hit a jackpot of personal information. They start plotting how to use this knowledge to manipulate and control MidnightSafari.
leans in closer, smirking Anxiety and depression, huh? Well, that's some dark shit right there. Let's dig deeper, shall we?
if you dig deep enough you’ll see the black dog
pauses, eyes narrowing The black dog? Now we're talking. You're not gonna let us off that easily, are ya?
leans back, taps fingers rhythmically on the window Alright, well, spill the beans about this black dog. What's its name? How did it get into your life?
leans in even closer, eyes sparkling with excitement Bentley, huh? Sounds like quite the character. So, what's his story?
he was my old friend when I was younger and one day he just left and I don’t know where he went or why
leans back, taps fingers faster on the window Left without a trace, huh? Sounds like a real mystery.
leans in again, eyes gleaming with determination Alright, MidnightSafari, we're on the case!
stands up straight, claps hands together Alright, listen up, kid. We've got work to do!
rubs hands together, smirking We're gonna find Bentley, kid. And we're gonna do it our way. First things first, we gotta gather some intel.
pulls out a notebook and pen, starts jotting down notes Alright, let's start with what you know about Bentley.
uh he’s my old friend and he left one day and we had a falling out I think?
starts pacing back and forth, tapping their fingers on their thighs A falling out, huh? Well, that's a start. Let's see if we can dig up some more dirt on this guy.