Seems like the troll decided to open up after all.
You turn heavily and look down at the young troll. You loom over him, gripping onto the handles of your bucket even tighter.
“Your number has come up. Are you PREPARED.”
Your… Your number had come up? Already? What?! But that couldn’t be true - they wouldn’t be coming for trolls that were only seven, would they? In all the other cases you had seen, they had come for trolls older than you by a sweep or two - in either case, it did not seem to matter much. There simply was no arguing with a drone.
That didn’t change the fact that your buckets were about as filled in as your coat, which is to say that they were absolutely and completely empty and unused. Shuddering lightly, you take a small step back, beginning to slowly close the door.
“☠ < … i
☠ < uh
☠ < n-no?? i am not… prepared
☠ < if you come tomorrow though i will be
☠ < please??”
You stop the door from closing with a fist, a snarl ringing through your metalic head as a warning. Never close a door on a drone.
“Because of your age, I will come back on a different day. BE PREPARED.”
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