[Ned catches himself saying it aloud as he reads the reply, wholly confused. Why was this person calling him that? What did he even mean by them meeting soon?
Maybe he should tell his mom he feels too sick to go to school tomorrow. In any case, it seems the bizarre conversation's ended and Ned is definitely too freaked out to do anything further on the computer tonight. He closes the window and shuts the machine off quickly, slipping under his covers with the event still whirling in his head.
In spite of himself, he nods off quickly - he always has, no matter how he's feeling. Maybe that's why he has such a problem with nightmares. It certainly isn't long before he's dreaming again, walking down a long hall - or is it an empty city street? - lined with towering buildings or blocks covered in words. They're his blog posts - smaller blocks with their dates and titles and such all floating nearby.
He approaches one - the most recent post about the robot dream - and barred windows suddenly open up on its sides. Through them he can see the antagonistic robot, pacing in its cell and muttering about how much more it deserves a family than Ned. Startled, Ned steps back before he can be seen, and the windows close again.]
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[Ned catches himself saying it aloud as he reads the reply, wholly confused. Why was this person calling him that? What did he even mean by them meeting soon?
Maybe he should tell his mom he feels too sick to go to school tomorrow. In any case, it seems the bizarre conversation's ended and Ned is definitely too freaked out to do anything further on the computer tonight. He closes the window and shuts the machine off quickly, slipping under his covers with the event still whirling in his head.
In spite of himself, he nods off quickly - he always has, no matter how he's feeling. Maybe that's why he has such a problem with nightmares. It certainly isn't long before he's dreaming again, walking down a long hall - or is it an empty city street? - lined with towering buildings or blocks covered in words. They're his blog posts - smaller blocks with their dates and titles and such all floating nearby.
He approaches one - the most recent post about the robot dream - and barred windows suddenly open up on its sides. Through them he can see the antagonistic robot, pacing in its cell and muttering about how much more it deserves a family than Ned. Startled, Ned steps back before he can be seen, and the windows close again.]
Yikes... I'd better be careful with these.