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The next time you hear his voice in your head, the image that comes with it is of the same face you've seen before, but now the boy has a body. He's average height, and although he doesn't look it, you know he's deceptively strong. He's got this silly looking hammer, all different colors, and you hear his laugh as he tells you that it's the Warhammer of Zillyhoo, whatever that means. "Dave, you're so silly, you know that? Haha!" "Not quite as silly as you, bro, not even close to your prankster's gambit up in here."
You dream about him that night and wake up with tears on your face as you remember the one time red didn't look good on him. When he was bloodied and dying and there was nothing you could do about it, and yet you still can't remember his name and that's what hurts the most.
You turn over in your bed and weep for him, this boy you know yet don't know, before getting up to start the day. You've got a shitty script to write, after all.