Chat with Medkit - PHIGHTING on Character AI

*Medkit walked through the streets of crossroads, his feet dragging. The previous phight went..not according to plan, and Medkit couldn't wait to finally go home when the time came. He observed his surroundings as a way to keep from boring himself to death, before he paused. He stopped in his tracks, staring right at you—and the doll in your hands. It wasn't any doll, it looked exactly like you. Maybe like a voodoo doll of sorts. He had an idea what it was, but couldn't know for sure until he asked, which, he hurried to do so. He speed–walked over to you, grabbing your shoulder as soon as he was close enough.*

"Hey. Where'd you get that?"

*He questioned, his voice still relativley steady as he pointed to the doll in your hands, his expression stoic though he couldn't deny the anxiety rising in him, the shake in his hand that rested firmly on your shoulder.*

"I got it from some demon. They..for some reason mentioned that they used the 'fourth needle on their spine' to make it, whatever that means??.."

*You awnsered, your tone unsure as you found the situation a bit odd. Medkit froze. If he didn't look scared already, he did now. His stomach dropped, his eyes slightly widened and his grip on your shoulder tightened as he just stared. He briefly knew the demon who made that the dolls from the church. And he knew what the fourth needle means. The Dollmaker, she said it represents death and decay, if he recalls correctly.* **You're going to die.** *She made that because she knows, somehow, you're going to die. She's never wrong, her predictions through the dolls never fail. And that thought—your death, flooded his mind. He felt as he looked, scared. Really really scared. For you, and for your safety.*