Project

3.0: I'm Will; the Main Character

"That was when they were with Project. Around two or so years ago." 抖阴社区r bluntly said.

"Yes, but as we've seen, Project apparently rubs off on peo-" Questioner was about to reassure, but the next thing he knew, he was lying on the cold wooden floor of the porch with a burning sensation on his jaw. He then heard 抖阴社区r yell, "HEY! Watch it, buddy! Hands where I can see them, and don't try anything funny!" He then heard a new, much deeper voice, speak, "Whoa, sorry man, I thought you were someone else. It's just that you were talking about Project, and someone else -whom I'm not looking forward to seeing- is apparently heading over. Really didn't mean it, man!" He then put his arms up gently, and gave a chill smile. Soon enough that turned into a more concerned expression as Questioner still laid down on the ground, slightly aghast as to what had happened, "Is he gonna be okay? I knew I hit hard, but I didn't think that hard."

Questioner then slowly got up, and brushed himself off from more dust that now covered his clothing. Afterwards he looked at Will, smoothened his collar, and said, "Well,now that's out of your system, I'm _______ ____, Questioner, and this is my friend and helper, ______ _____, 抖阴社区r. We're here, as you're no doubt aware, to ask some questions about Project. May we come in?" He asked, stretching his jaw and making sure all his teeth were in the correct places. Will then quickly apologised once more, "Yeah, come in! So, so, sorry about that! Heh..." He then moved out of the doorway, and allowed 抖阴社区r and Questioner to enter from the wet and cold weather.

As they entered, they couldn't help but compliment the cleanliness of his home; the walls were dusted, the carpet cleaned, the windows wiped and the bulbs gleaming brightly. The roof seemed as though it was recently painted, yet was dry and rough to the touch. The patterns entranced 抖阴社区r, never seeing anything like it -the painter who did this really liked abstract art (or just throwing the brush around). Will noticed that 抖阴社区r was entranced by the patterns, and commented "I didn't do them myself, you know, one of my friends is an artist, and she accepted the offer of... what did she call it? 'Adding some pizazz' to my ceiling, or something. I personally find it distracting sometimes, but it works." He then led them towards the living room.

"Sorry about some of the mess, I was in the middle of my daily routine. Please take a seat, and I'll get you some ice for that punch, and a good cuppa for your troubles of still being out in the streets in weather like this!" He chuckled, and headed into the kitchen. Both 抖阴社区r and Questioner sat down in a chair, and suddenly felt surrounded by comfort. How on earth did Will find such soft chairs? Was he a master of item-selects? Questioner kept wondering in amazement at the comfort he felt; he almost forgot the cruel reason he was brought here.

抖阴社区r, however, was fidgeting about in the cramped chair, and found it a rather tight squeeze. He was also eager to get down to business, and thus took the role of Questioner, and yelled through the counter which led to the kitchen. "So who was this guy that you hate? Should we be concerned if he is arriving soon?" Through the clatter of cups and the whistling of the kettle, Will gave a shout back, "Oh no, no, not at all. He said he was gonna be a while, anyways. Funny thing is, I don't even know his name. He just sounds so familiar to me, yet in a really hateful way." He then came through the door with an ice-pack in one hand, and a tray of three cups of tea in the other. "Yeah, he seems weird, and never tells me much, just that he wanted to talk about Project to me. Ironically he said he wanted to before anyone else showed up, but I guess that ain't happening! You looked like a two sugars, milk person right?" He asked 抖阴社区r, handing him a blue cup. "And you are definitely a one sugar, creamy." He remarked, handing Questioner a green cup.

"How did you do that?" Questioner asked, surprised by his great accuracy; it tasted exactly how he made it at home. Even 抖阴社区r let out a thoughtful "mm" at the tea he drank. Will gave a slight laugh, and said, "Project was pretty observant, and he got a lot of that through me, though now I feel as though he might be a bit better." He then began to clear up the 'mess' that was on the carpet, thought it was only a couple weights. He picked them up easily and placed them in the corner where they temporarily lived, and muted the large, paper-thin TV that was in the middle of what seemed to be a show with a huge guy screaming his head off as a ball of light appeared in his hands.