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Narrator was not sure what it was going to do. The Developers had just given him a child player model, and expected it to know what to do.
The child seemed to be around six years old. Narrator was still confused as to why the Developers had not skipped the deveopmetal process, but it knows that the Developers are right in most things, so there must have been a reason.
Narrator stares at the player model, who is just walking around the office. It was not given a name for the child, but it can figure that out later.
“...Child.”
The player model looks around curiously, trying to find the source of the voice.
“I am invisible, child. You cannot see me.”
The player model tilts their head, as if asking why.
“Well- I don’t like being visible, is all.”
The child seems to ask why again.
“I… I’m not sure.” Narrator had not been asked this before. It hadn’t been asked much of anything; the Developers only really told it what to do and taught it how to program The Parable, and questions weren’t really needed for that.
The child shrugged and started exploring the office in more detail, coming across the storage room and getting close to the edge of the platform.
“No, Child, be careful, you-”
The child trips and falls off, skull smattering against the cold concrete floor.
“-could fall.”
Narrator had not seen a dead body before now.
Oh no, is the child dead? Narrator was supposed to take care of the child, it failed, what will it tell the Dev-
The child appears back in the office, unharmed, and the child’s bloody body disappears. The child looks very spooked.
“...Oh. You're back. Good.” Narrator tries to hide how terrified it was. It wasn’t scared. It doesn’t get scared. It doesn’t feel those kinds of emotions. The child does not change that.
The child does not change anything.