Voice Test, Canon is Alan Wake. [Looking at sirenspull]

[righteousbrother]

I'm not going anywhere

Not anywhere. Especially no where with H.G. Wells. You can't do this to me, I'm FBI.

I'll fight you.

[The overweight man with the hip flask smelling of alcohol at 12:22 in the afternoon is not pleased in the slightest. He is especially drunk because today is the day his partner died.]

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[1000_faces]

I have a hard time believing that those three letters give as much power as you would like.

[righteousbrother]

They can get me in anywhere and do anything with the right crowd or group of people.

'xcept up here there's serial killers and dystopian...shit and animals and nobody appreciates honest police work anymore.

[It's all that writer's fault. somehow. Maybe.]

[1000_faces]

So even the all-powerful FBI agent is at a disadvantage. How interesting. You must feel so inadequate.

[righteousbrother]

Shut the fuck up. [His hand is out, jabbing him in the face] Location or no location this badge carries with it power and responsibility.

...careful, he might bite that hand off

[1000_faces]

Heh heh...

Hahahahaha! *the pain doesn't even faze him.* Look at you. You use that piece of plastic as a shield to hide your own insecurity! That isn't power. If someone wanted to kill you, they could do it easily.

He might deserve it. Might.

[righteousbrother]

[A step back, and then quickly there's a hand on his gun.]

It's made of metal actually. And it's not really that so much as this.

[Hand on his gun and he's not drawing it. Not yet.]

oh shit, Alan Wake is a game now? I need this.

[1000_faces]

Gun, huh. Flash it around, scare people, get what you want. Using a weapon instead of your brain. You really are pathetic.

IT IS! It's my best friend's favorite. :D I like it too.

[righteousbrother]

[The gun is drawn.]

Keep talking.

*goes to hunt it down* Also this could be epic, you realize.

[1000_faces]

What about? Your partner? Your writer friend?

No, that would be too simple. Let's talk about you, Robert Nightengale. Still hitting the booze?

Drunken FBI agents in Dear_Mun or Sirenspull? XD

[righteousbrother]

...How the fuck do you know my name?

[Safety's off.]

Get out of my head and stay out. First and last fucking warning.

both, but this thread most of all. X3

[1000_faces]

But Robert, I can't do that. After all, I already am you. And your partner. I am everyone. And you are all me. All the darkness that you and every other human carry within their souls...that is what I am.

I'm officially excited for this. ALL OF THIS.

[righteousbrother]

[no. No. He doesn't lower the weapon but he looks sick and scared and angry-raw blind anger. his voice is filled with emotion when he speaks.]

You're. Not. Me.

[But isn't that what the darkness said earlier?]

..You're not. [the moment he moves forward he'll yell "get back!" at the top of his lungs.]

good thing this isn't P4's TV world.

[1000_faces]

Careful how you throw those words around. I might have to let your Shadow out to play to prove you wrong.

[bestseller]

[… Oh goodie. Mr FBI. Not.]

Good luck with that. They don't listen to reason.

[righteousbrother]

Hey Wake. I'll control my writer and you control yours.

[he snorts.] ...How's it feel to know you're in someone else's hands Stephen King? someone else controls your destiny?

[bestseller]

You think it's about who controls who? I didn't want to go, but my mun knows I'll survive. A little sadistic though, but we've come to a mutual agreement.

It's not the first time someone tried to write my destiny. Who's to say I can't help them make the right choices in this game? At least my mun is willing to listen there.

[righteousbrother]

As opposed to other places where you've tried to rebuild your life and failed abysmally?

[He glares, angry.] Tell your mun to convince you to fucking explain what the hell was going on.

[bestseller]

I'm doing a lot better at fixing my life than some people I know. [Yeah, he went there.]

Gladly. My mun listens. You on the otherhand, I'd explain it to you too, but would you listen this time?

[righteousbrother]

Go fuck yourself wake. [he spits it out.] If I could trust you not to lie I'd listen. You're a born liar. All writers are.

[bestseller]

[Well someone obviously never enjoyed reading a book before.]

So maybe we are, makes our books more entertaining, but I wasn't lying about this. Not when my wife was in trouble. But it's never been any use trying to explain it to you.

[righteousbrother]

[He did. Until his partner went nuts. And you came into the picture.]

Your wife is still missing I seem to recall.

[Someone's behind the times. But that could be because he's been in the darkness itself asleep waiting and alone and the darkness still has plans.]

At the very least I could get you for that.

[bestseller]

No, she's not. [Because now Alan is the one who is missing.]

[righteousbrother]

Yes.

[His tone is totally serious.]

She is.

[There's an edge to his tone. that says he might have more to say. Except then...He rubs his head and looks away.]

Can't fucking focus here.

[bestseller]

Alice is safe. But don't believe my word. You never do.

[Then he takes notice of the way Nightingale is acting. Memories of him being swept away by the Darkness fill Alan's head.]

What do you remember? Before all this.

[righteousbrother]

Finally arresting a psychopath I've been chasing for months.

[The last word is spit out with an odd edge.]