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Following the introduction to this subsidiary realm, shadow collector grasp at the vestness of the place and it blankness

shadow collector: woooaaah! I thought you guys were a bunch of cheapstakes *sliding out from the backpack to gaze everywhere*

chatsworth: (better than calling us freaks atleast that some development)...okay! This is what me and my buddy call this...the white room!

he extended his arms out to make it more impressive but the dead silence and the never ending horizon of it, doesnt keep up with the enthusiasm in his voice

shadow collector: wow your also creatively bankrupt too!

chatsworth: HMMPFFff!...So, the objective here for you-

shadow collector: ooooh a game! Now your speaking my language! *he rubs his hands together, already thinking of plans*

on a cue from chatsworth's fingers, a manifestion of 3 faceless blocky bodies. Not unlike frostlight's body shape

shadow collector: is this some kind of wicked plan of betrayal too!?...I know a thing or two about those games..

chatsworth: why do you have a loudmouth- anyways, this is just a real simple test

just as he said that, one of the lifeless dummies walk over to chatsworth to punch him. Shadow collector slinks a little in the backpack if chatsworth wasnt gonna move. Moments before the dummy connects with his face, chatsworth evaded the attack like it nothing, before another went in but he made sure to step back a second later. With no weapon and only a backpack holding some of his weight down. Shadow collector couldn't help his awe in the simple maneuvers but growing a tinge of concern on why is chatsworth doing nothing aside from air dancing

shadow collector: c'mon do something! Your not letting this...this pointless show off go on right?

chatsworth: *another dummy aimed for his head but only smacked his cap around* funny thing here, YOUR the one who's meant to be doing this

shadow collector: wha- how could you endanger such a precious being such as me!? *he nudges close to his neck with a pleading face*

chatsworth: first off your not innocent in any way! *parries off a arm thrust* secondly! If you wanna live with us-

at the mer mention of such a word to the child's ears, shadow collector expanded in mass. Shoving the dummies by the force of his excitement in waves

shadow collector: REALLY? REALLY! REALLY!? PINKY SWEAR-

lost in so much animation, moving around the shadows to the point he accidentally strikes a oncoming dummy. The hit resounded in shadow collector's "body". Turning to see his flat body had made an impact in this space

shadow collector: hold on a minute...did i just..?

lengthening his arm to poke at the knock over dummy. A tingling sensation shadow collector never thought he would feel ever again. The slimest of grins cross his face realizing what he could do. Immeadiately morphing his arm into varying degrees of sharpness before chopping up the dummy into pieces. Almost bursting to laugh at the absurdity of being to feel things despite his transparent body

chatsworth: see why i put you to this? Knew you DID have a brain in that...horizontal plane

slashes of black streaked the white space. Shadow collector grew a little delirious hacking at the dummies, sometimes he didnt outright end them but toyed with them. Throwing them up and down, dangling them before forecefully bouncing them acorss the room, breaking any form of understandable physics. Chatsworth decided a break was needed and the beated up dummies dissolved into the white room's surroundings. A needed explanation was given by chatsworth, equating the white room to a lump of clay that has the capacity to make do whatever you want, including making "peple" per say. Though shadow collector restlessly wrangles his fingers in and out. Making funny looking yet slightly concerning animal shapes? That what chatsworth thinks shadow collector is doing. He tries to ask shadow collector what are those creatures he is depicting before the shadow shuts his hands and stops mimicking the designs

chatsworth: next on the chopping block is-...wait who is that? *quickly pointing behind shadow collector of a white colored knight standing right next to him*

knight: greetings citizens of the place, i present thyself as a companion of justice and wisedom serving this-

shadow collector: hmm...i seen better doormats of royalty wearing wet blankets as "noble clothing" heh-

the knight suddenly engaged a fighting stance. Placing their sword's tip near collector's throat

knight: such a brazen creature capable of speech! One shall vanquish the beast once and for all! *shadow collector sway out of the sword's range*

shadow collector: you buckethead types really have the smart idea to mess with things you dont understand at all! *countering with a enlarged fist. Easily handling the knight. Flinching by the smaller jabs and cringing at the fact he can be actually harmed and feel the pricks*

It didnt take too long for a short plea of surrounder

knight: i m- made...quite a fool..out of myself...i have...much reconsidered my understanding of- *shadow collector slams the knight again on the floor*

shadow collector: wah wah waah admit you got your butt handed to me! Declare me as the right one this instance! *hoisting the knight up in the air for more amusement until chatsworth had to step in if things go a little too far or straying from the point*

chatsworth: n- now now now! How about you do something a little more different huh? All this slamming and throwing probably isnt fun anymore right?

shadow collector: *raising a eyebrow* you made this guy so lame as a character! I barely feel anything doing this so you better make this more fun!

chatsworth: *mauling over what to convince the child*...what about..sparing them? Now i-

shadow collector: that somehow MORE boring! You want me to engage in talk with this bloke?

chatsworth: if we dont do this, i will stop "playtime" here and now if you dont wanna learn anything new *it slightly hurts to command shadow collector to do something but things wont go right if he doesnt learn anything with morality*

shadow collector paused his constant moving being to take in the words. He crops the knight but struggles to open form a sentence

shadow collector: *sign* fine...i forgive your prejudice and, and...can you go away now? *he lowers his head, the act drains shadow collector far more than chatsworth anticipated. A ping of small regrests for making this as unnatural as it can be*

chatsworth: hey hey...! It all fine! i am sure they also forgive you too for what happened earlier *the knight disappears into the white room but shadow collector's mood didnt improve. Instead another being created from the floor but it caught chatsworth off guard. A tall man barely cemented before shadow collector chops the man's head off clean. Chatsworth backs off a little, sensing a air of anger. Shadow collector snaps out of the mood he was under and hastily places a wide smile on his face*

shadow collector: ah! HAH! I was just a little peeved! It isn't all worth worrying about!

chatsworth: kid, what you wanna fight? You can be-

shadow collector: *chatsworth's eyes met contact with very closed up eyes* CAN I FIGHT YOU? I REALLY REALLY DO!

chatsworth taken aback but he retains his standing

chatsworth: hahaa uuumm...you sure this isnt some sort of way to get back at me-

shadow collector: nice callback with that revenge thing i said earlier! And i really, really want to fight you out of the goodness of my heart!

chatsworth: is that a good thing-

shadow collector: which means your cool in my short book of cool people! The first page will be dedicated to you if you fight me! Unless your a little scaredy-

chatsworth alreadsy getting the message, shuffles his wrist around. Shadow collector confused what he is doing. White essences of the room flows right into his body, modifying his clothing to be decked out in a incandescent range of warm hues. It does the job well of hiding of the relatively bland outfit beneath it

shadow collector: that...more what i am talking! Not the most accurate witch i seen but it close!

chatsworth: hey i bothered reading books about them in school! Ah let just get started kay?

chatsworth set the moon tablet outside the bag. Making a far distance between them and for preparation. Shadow collector cracks his non existent bones, chatsworth playing between his fingers as flames bubbles up. Thinking of taking the dirty start, shadow collector sinks to the ground, zooming up to chatsworth's behind. Seeing him taken by the flame's dance, he transforms to a tiger with it jaws open wide to jumpscare chatsworth. Until a hot aura thrown in his mouth, shrinking back down shadow collector's intimidation. Chatsworth jumps back with flames. A good way to stretch old habits like randomly firing off spells but done intentionally. No rest between as he shoots colorful flicks of elements. The shadow child recognizes these effects too well, narrowly snaking the attacks

shadow collector: is this game of tag to you? Stop hopping around with those torches! *despite the words of frustration, he tries harder than before to catch the moving "witch"*

chatsworth: hmm...more hot potato with a side dish of...*ice shards sprayed apart*..a cold chicken!

shadow collector: nevermind your no longer on the cool book...HYAH! *one extended arm, coiling itself to burst*

chatsworth noticing such a blatant attack, decided not to attack head on but wait right in front of the attack in case shadow collector does something. The coiled arm springs forth and chatsworth move out of the way with no struggle but the arm broke down into little strands, hands of each. Shocked by the amount, chatsworth steps back more, preparing jump backwards before his own shadow betrays him of a smaller appendage twisting around his leg. The 1 second of being delayed caused the storm of hands to devour him. Wrapping around him before making a large lamp made of shadow meant to contain him in

shadow collector: HAHAHaaaaah! I am the victor here! Praise me be! *his face on the bars of the lamp. Mocking right in chatsworth's face*

chatsworth:...well...I gotta give my hats off to you. Albeit...it was MY error to not remember you a shadow being so technically you didnt win this one

shadow collector: so what your also admitting to being dumb too? *chatsworth realized his words made him look dumber instead of nullifying the child's victory*

after the whole scuffle and chatsworth going back to normal, he and shadow collector have one last talk before things end here

chatsworth: since my buddy outside don't exactly trust you just yet, how about you live here instead shade?

shadow collector: but is my worth here today made me apart of your little group? *pleading with bigger eyes*

chatsworth: of course so! Why else would I gave you 3 rounds? You got mad potential with us!

shadow collector: YEAH YEAH! With you guys! And we can be together here and do so many fun stories- *moving his arm across to show how many stories he knows*

chatsworth: o- oh about that...I have my own room and bed back outside you see? What I am thinking, is that I hope you use your imagination and sharp mind to REALLY reach that potential *pointing at collector's chest*

shadow collector: aah it a independence test too huh? Yeah I'm *he frowns a little before shifting back to his grin*..pretty good of playing alone!

waving before the door locks. The first few minutes being along wasnt too bad for shadow collector. Sculpting out what was familiar to him, miniature stars, moons, suns, a taller figure that resembles himself but more...developed. Playing knight and hero with the fake people of the room. Easily winning these bouts left an boredom in his mind eventually where he kinda misses the corny dialog of chatsworth's puppets. The boredom stretch on and on to the point he remade the lean man from before but his features are between youth and aged. Half melting from shadow collector's resentment slowly boiling. Not just the lean man but the taller collectors too

shadow collector: no nonono...it won't be like before surely...? I mean we...fight and he likes me and what I can do...for him...?

those words trigger a all too fresh wound to surface. Of being dropped far below and it still too fresh in his mind

shadow collector: he wouldn't be dare...to backstab me..come on he had multiple times to...*he looks at the lean man for a little too long. As if imagining what sort of words coming out from his sticky breath of a rotting corpse full of pride*