[ WP ] `` I used to be ... ''

`` I used to be an adventurer like you, then I took an arrow in the knee.'' 
 
 *Yeah, and I used to be a dragon. * I roll my eyes and continue to pickpocket the unsuspecting guard, his dumb gaze still fixed on the building behind me. 
 
 `` I used to be an adventurer like you, then it took too much to end me.'' He droned on in his monotone voice, repeating the same old tired li-.... wait what? I stop dead, my eyes looking up to the guards. They still had that thousand yard stare. That same unmoving expression. *What did he just say? * 
 
 I get pull my hands from his pockets and get to my feet, looking the NPC curiously up and down. I reach out and give him a soft shove. 
 
 `` Staying safe I hope.'' 
 
 I raise an eyebrow and give him another push. 
 
 `` Let me guess, someone stole your sweet roll?'' 
 
 *What the fuck? * I stare at the stiff guard for a moment longer before slowly shaking my head. It must have just been a glitch, a game this big is bound to have some. I drop back to a crouch and reach back into his pockets, rummaging around for more coin and items. Man, if only I had recorded that. People on youtube love that glitchy shit. Just pop on some shit click bait title and bam! Hundreds of hits. `` Guard says spooky shit! Click to find out more!'' or maybe `` Guard does strange game breaking gli-'' 
 
 `` They wo n't believe you.'' 
 
 I jump back, nearly dropping the gold I had been shoving into my pocket. The guard continued to stare with its blank expression, no more words coming from him. I eye him up and down nervously, pulling my daggers and wearily holding them between the two of us. *There's no way it can glitch twice, not that fast. * I circle the NPC, hands tightly squeezing the hilts of my blades as I inspect him. Just as I thought, completely normal. He had n't even moved, his eyes still locked on that stupid doorway. It was different though. It was... colder? They were like piercing knifes now, and I grew physically uncomfortable standing before them. Not to worry, there were fixes to this type of problem. 
 
 I carefully positioned the pot over his head, finally ridding myself of those menacing dead eyes. *There, problem solved. * I smiled smugly and returned to my squat, eagerly searching his pockets again. A shiver ran down my spine as he spoke again, completely unprompted. 
 
 `` I still see.'' 
 

