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One would assume a Chat to be multiple beings. Multiple chaotic, annoying beings that are hard to reign in. Others would assume Chat to be voices in another's head. Many, many voices that predict the future and weave headaches from nothing.
However, neither of those are correct.
Tommy sighed, one hand laid across his chest and the other lazily draped over the side of his nest as he stared at the stone ceiling. His eyes tracked the cracks in the rock in a futile attempt to ignore the annoying sounds from the other side of the room. The sound of ferocious growling and barking him grind his teeth, fists clenching.
The sound of another bone crunching pushed Tommy to his breaking point at last, the blond launching himself out of his nest and out of his small (cold and lonely) cave. ( “For the last time Chat, it is not a hidey-hole!” )
Chat paused in their cannibalistic actions and sped forward, easily matching his pace even as he sped up. Somehow the Watcher --- even as an exact replica of a land “raccoon” --- was able to match and maybe even surpass Tommy’s black marlin paired with human speed. (110-108 mph, very effective for running from bullies.)
Allflav: I think we angered him—
INeedACoffe: AngryInnit
Passw0rd: I personally wouldn’t enjoy waking up to the sounds of your Chat eating their own kind
CrashOutInWaiting: A Chat’s got to eat
Ignoring the voices that changed every second no matter if the sentence had finished, Tommy took a sharp turn, trying and failing to lose Chat. He would never admit it, but this was kind of his way of playing around.
He didn’t know where Chat came from, only that they one day appeared, Tommy started being tormented for having an above-water ‘pet’, and they somehow keep getting “raccoons” from nowhere just to eat. Either way, it was nice having someone to be near him.
M3nt4lly1ll: Tommy guess what
Cl3ment1neEmeralds: Abracadabra
Tommy's swimming came to a halt as he slammed into a rock, an audible CRACK coming from his nose as pain exploded through him. He groaned loudly, backing up and holding the now broken sensory organ. Chat exploded with ‘Chatters’ either laughing at him or fretting over his health, but he didn't bother listening as he laid on his back, sinking to the ocean floor.
Nevermind, Chat sucks and he hopes they suffer for eternity.