"Is this recording? ...Um. Hi. This is Wirt. I'm not here right now - I-I mean, obviously, since this is a recorded message. Uh... Leave me a message and I'll get back to you, at some point."
[Wirt's been back in his own body for roughly a day now, but he's spent most of it alternating between sleeping and being absolutely sick to his stomach. He didn't follow Bill the entire time he was inhabiting his body, but from what he's gathered it's been an unfortunate combination of raw meat and foxgloves from the garden taking a toll on him. He hasn't felt good. He never wants to eat again. He's not as nauseous now, but he still wants to just lay in bed and sleep and never face the consequences of what he's done. And that's not even going into the nightmares he's had since then.
Which is why Wirt lets the message go to voicemail, even though he's right there, curled up and staring at his network device like it's going to bite him. He pales when he hears who it is though, curling in on himself and biting his lip. He had no idea Bill even ran into Cami, but there's no question of it with the way she asks. He keeps staring for a moment after the message ends, warring with himself about what to do...but, it would probably be worse to keep worrying her, right? What if she thinks he's still Bill, and that he's like, off eating more raw meat by the handfuls or something.
Making the call is terrible. He makes himself sit up, back against his headboard with his knees pulled up, and he stares at the network device. Waiting for her to pick up (no matter how long it takes) is agonizing.]
U-Um. ...H-Hi, Cami. I'm-- [Not even slightly okay. A complete mess. Why did he make this a video?? He looks terrible and pale and tired and he pushes a hand up through his already messed-up hair. He's already started looking down instead of at the screen or the camera.] ...I'm. Sorry. Sorry, I-I'm okay now. Really. ...Really.
[The wait is only a few seconds; when the message had gone to voicemail Cami set aside her phone only to give it angry stares, as if it were the device’s fault that her question went unanswered. It leaves her ready when it starts to ring, and Cami snatches it up immediately, slamming her thumb against the screen to turn the thing on.
There’s only so much relief she can find in the image, however. Wirt looked horrible, in every sense of the word, and now instead of a call Cami wishes she’d gone to see him in person.]
What happened to you? [Because he is not okay in any sense of the word, and that’s so abundantly clear to Cami she almost doesn’t realize she’s gotten the answer to the question she hadn’t asked. Whatever had forced the change that so worried her has somehow been undone, and the person she’s speaking to now is once again the Wirt she considers a friend.]
[Sheesh, she really does look worried. That's such a loaded question though and he's not even sure where to begin or how much to say. It's not like he can lie anyway. He's pretty sure he looks as terrible as he feels.]
...A-A lot of things? I guess? I don't...I don't know. I-I mean, I know what happened but not...everything that happened to me. If that makes sense. Who am I kidding; that doesn't make any sense at all.
[He's still taking inventory of what happened. He knows what Bill said and did in front of the twins. He knows Bill was messing with his clarinet. He knows about the raw meat and he knows about the fox gloves, and scattered other horror stories here and there but it's not enough to add up to three whole days.
...But, that's probably not the answer she's looking for. It's not an explanation.]
I...I trusted someone I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. [All he wants to do is apologize, over and over and over.] I'm so sorry.
[What Cami feels goes far beyond worried, but she’s doing her best not to let those darker emotions show. It’s a difficult thing as she watches Wirt fidget and fluster, however, his stuttering and backpedaling at a level she hadn’t seen since shortly after they met. Whatever had done this—and Cami has known from the start that something stood responsible—had done Wirt so much harm, not only to his body but also his mind.
She isn’t just worried. She’s seething, and it’s all Cami can do to keep it from showing lest Wirt blame that anger on himself.]
You’re in your room, right? [She suspects he would be. The part of Wonderland Wirt has claimed as his own, some place safe, and Cami’s already started to walk at a quick pace. The confirmation of what she’s long known only sharpens her step, as do those first apologies.]
It’s okay, Wirt. We’ll figure this out. I’m going to come to your room, and you’re going to tell me everything. [Normally Cami takes a gentler approach, but this time requires her to stand firm. Wirt had been taken advantage of, an innocent child, and Cami not only needs to help him recover from it, she needs to know who did this so they won’t have the opportunity to do it again.]
[He nods, confirming. Maybe he shouldn't be so comfortable in his room anymore, considering that it's where the deal took place, but it's still his space and he doesn't really want to get a new one. Mostly he's just relieved that Bill isn't there anymore, and he's been trying not to think about how Bill could appear there again at any time. He's pretty sure he could appear anywhere, so that doesn't matter very much. There's nowhere that's really safe from Bill, so he might as well just stay in his own bed and not move all his stuff around.
It doesn't take long for him to realize that Cami is on the move though, and that she's asking because she's doing going to come see him immediately and his stomach drops like a sinking rock. Not only that, but she seems...different, in a way he can't place. She's usually sort of careful with him in a comfortable sort of way, and hearing her be so direct with him actually takes him by surprise.
Truthfully, it's a good tactic. He had been ready to try and deter her, and insist he's fine and that she doesn't have to drop everything and come over right now, but Wirt's knee-jerk reaction to any kind of authority is usually compliance.]
I...um. Okay? I'll be...I'll be here, I guess. I-- I'll. See you soon.
[He's always so awkward about ending conversations, but he hangs up there, and that's when the panic starts to set in.]
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Uhhh how about 8/17? /o/ video
Which is why Wirt lets the message go to voicemail, even though he's right there, curled up and staring at his network device like it's going to bite him. He pales when he hears who it is though, curling in on himself and biting his lip. He had no idea Bill even ran into Cami, but there's no question of it with the way she asks. He keeps staring for a moment after the message ends, warring with himself about what to do...but, it would probably be worse to keep worrying her, right? What if she thinks he's still Bill, and that he's like, off eating more raw meat by the handfuls or something.
Making the call is terrible. He makes himself sit up, back against his headboard with his knees pulled up, and he stares at the network device. Waiting for her to pick up (no matter how long it takes) is agonizing.]
U-Um. ...H-Hi, Cami. I'm-- [Not even slightly okay. A complete mess. Why did he make this a video?? He looks terrible and pale and tired and he pushes a hand up through his already messed-up hair. He's already started looking down instead of at the screen or the camera.] ...I'm. Sorry. Sorry, I-I'm okay now. Really. ...Really.
Re: Uhhh how about 8/17? /o/ video
There’s only so much relief she can find in the image, however. Wirt looked horrible, in every sense of the word, and now instead of a call Cami wishes she’d gone to see him in person.]
What happened to you? [Because he is not okay in any sense of the word, and that’s so abundantly clear to Cami she almost doesn’t realize she’s gotten the answer to the question she hadn’t asked. Whatever had forced the change that so worried her has somehow been undone, and the person she’s speaking to now is once again the Wirt she considers a friend.]
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...A-A lot of things? I guess? I don't...I don't know. I-I mean, I know what happened but not...everything that happened to me. If that makes sense. Who am I kidding; that doesn't make any sense at all.
[He's still taking inventory of what happened. He knows what Bill said and did in front of the twins. He knows Bill was messing with his clarinet. He knows about the raw meat and he knows about the fox gloves, and scattered other horror stories here and there but it's not enough to add up to three whole days.
...But, that's probably not the answer she's looking for. It's not an explanation.]
I...I trusted someone I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. [All he wants to do is apologize, over and over and over.] I'm so sorry.
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She isn’t just worried. She’s seething, and it’s all Cami can do to keep it from showing lest Wirt blame that anger on himself.]
You’re in your room, right? [She suspects he would be. The part of Wonderland Wirt has claimed as his own, some place safe, and Cami’s already started to walk at a quick pace. The confirmation of what she’s long known only sharpens her step, as do those first apologies.]
It’s okay, Wirt. We’ll figure this out. I’m going to come to your room, and you’re going to tell me everything. [Normally Cami takes a gentler approach, but this time requires her to stand firm. Wirt had been taken advantage of, an innocent child, and Cami not only needs to help him recover from it, she needs to know who did this so they won’t have the opportunity to do it again.]
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It doesn't take long for him to realize that Cami is on the move though, and that she's asking because she's doing going to come see him immediately and his stomach drops like a sinking rock. Not only that, but she seems...different, in a way he can't place. She's usually sort of careful with him in a comfortable sort of way, and hearing her be so direct with him actually takes him by surprise.
Truthfully, it's a good tactic. He had been ready to try and deter her, and insist he's fine and that she doesn't have to drop everything and come over right now, but Wirt's knee-jerk reaction to any kind of authority is usually compliance.]
I...um. Okay? I'll be...I'll be here, I guess. I-- I'll. See you soon.
[He's always so awkward about ending conversations, but he hangs up there, and that's when the panic starts to set in.]