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DOES WHATEVER A SPIDER CAN- Okay not that creepy but still

[Possibly you may remember a time, way back before Will was too insane - still crazy but not quite too bad - when Erika enjoyed creeping on the window of his bedroom and popping in and shaking him or clawing him or surprise falling on him from the ceiling to wake him for late night talks? Those bygone days.

Well Erika is reviving the tradition by rising near his head like Jaws and very slowly prodding him in the face.] Wiiiiiiiillard I'm here!

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[She sat in a chair.

...

Wow. That was so effective.

So effective, he walks right past her and takes the couch. Immediately laying down on it with his arms folded under his head.]

And your revenge is worthless. What's your favorite weather?

[She doesn't even had time to be offended when he just gave the most random question ever.]

...Wha...? My favourite kind of weather? [Dubious tone aside, she thinks on it for a moment.] ...Early summer. I hate it when it's so hot that you sweat but I hate the cold. I like nice, warm weather and sunny days.

[Most shoujo answer.]

Noted.

[There's no indication that he actually cared about her answer. Just information needed for... Something.]

[He isn't getting off the hook so easily.] Well? Why did you ask that so suddenly? Do you need my star sign as well?

Why would I need your star sign for a game board? Don't be an idiot.

[There is one word in there that makes up for all the horrible trolling she's suffered up until now.]

[Will has exactly one-

No I lied she pretty much teleports and is now sitting on his chest with a bright smile, right in his face.]

My game board?! You're working on it? Well, don't keep me in suspense!

[She should not be wasting her doppelganger specials like that, and in the face of her bright smile he just stares back in annoyance.]

Yes, I'm working on it. The only thing I can show you is the first day's circle, but that's all I'd give you. Now get off me.

[It's like he didn't even say that last part since she ignores it completely. She seems to even settle on him more, arms resting so she can support her head, still the same, sparkling smile right in front of him.]

How much longer will it be? Ah, if I see it, my cells will itch so hard I won't be able to stand it! So tell me something instead! Tell me something about the plot, Willard.

[If anyone were to walk in on the scene in front of them, it's one of those moments where Erika looks like she's two seconds away from pinning him down and raping him. Except she's already done the 'pinned down' part. Next would be ripping his clothes off if he doesn't give deets.

And he's not giving deets.] I said get off.

[Even better that now she's rubbing her cheek against his like an overjoyed kitten.] Come on, Wiiiiiiillard! Give me a hint!

[She's the overjoyed kitten and he's the irritated owner who just wants her off. Except he can't get her off since her position has his arms pinned under his own head. Great.]

No. Off.

[Too bad she's still nuzzling him and keeping him pinned, even if it is with her tiny body.]

Just one hint? One little detail? Just one?

[Look at that face. How can you say no to that?]

[She's lucky she's adorable. Only enough to earn another annoyed sound and a few moments of hesitation.]

...Just one. And you can't ask again until I'm finished. Got it?

[SPARKLES!!!!!

Or rather a bright look, pulling back to sit on his stomach and free his arms.]

Deal! So what is it?

It's a mystery.

[The smile she gets right after means she walked right into that. Like a blind person off a cliff.]

[For a long moment, there is only silence. Will managed to stun Erika into a state of speechlessness. She can only stare at him, mouth slightly open, frozen in that way.

Then, finally, her mouth shuts and she slumps forward, head thumping against his chest. Why.]

I can't believe that just happened.

[She earns the usual headpets for her depression.]

You made that too easy.

[And she can continue to be miserable long enough to make one of her discontent 'mrrrr' noises into the hand petting her before he continues.]

It'll be done over two days' time. I'm only granting you authority for the second. Nothing happens the first day that'll put you at a disadvantage for not having it. ...A better way to put is the first day, I'm giving you free reign.

[And he means it exactly how she thinks he does. Do her worst.]

[Once it clicks, her little 'mrrr' stops dead. Confirmation request! She lifts her head to blink at him.] So I can prepare in any way that I choose for the entire day? And you're prepared for that?

Anything. [She doesn't need to warn him. Right now is where she'll realize the reason he might be taking so long making it is simply for that 'anything'.

Just try and make him logic error, little sis. Bring it.] There's your hint.

[Erika giggles in that happy, shrill way that only games can do to her. She kisses Will's temple as if kissing his brain.] I love your little gray cells, Willard. I'm going to stretch and caress them until you're exhausted.

[...She wasn't trying to be creepy.]

[Okay, that's the point where she is getting waaaaay too creepy. And since he's still pinned, he simply stares at her blankly from the closed range.]

She's going to shoot you.

[Fair warning.] And be less of a rapist, thanks.

[She's too busy with her rubbing too consider what he said for a bit. At least once she does, Erika releases him and sits up again. Though, she's still looking at him with a sort of disturbing, eager look.]

Well, please take all the time you need to complete your game for me, Willard. It will be a true pleasure to experience it.

I intended to. [Erika, you are a horrible and disturbing person. It's almost like her demands about seeing that scar, in the sense of pinning him down and coming off like a huge rapist.

So she gets the same treatment as the first time:] ...I'm telling your girlfriend to keep you entertained.

[It's like Will flicked a switch. Suddenly Erika jolts back, shaking her head and looking nothing like she did a moment ago.] Don't tell him about this! He thinks it's weird!

[Success. Her pulling back that far is just enough for him to sit up. Resting both hands on her shoulders. It is an entirely supportive gestur--okay, no it isn't, he shoves her off a second later.]

Because it is weird.

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