108 A 'Happy' Reunion, And A Decision Made

{This is the part where you get hit and I laugh.} The Gods stated, and sadly I understood the clichés that occur in reality to understand that it probably is.

And so, I took a wrench to the helmet, and the mechanic whose name I had forgotten received a sore wrist, courtesy of said helmet.

"Ow! The hell kind of skeleton has such... a hard... skull..." The mechanic stated, trailing off at the end after seeing my pink and blue statigel armor.

"You!" She started, pointing at me.

"Me!" I returned, also pointing at me.

{Him!} The Gods laughed.

And a skeleton rattled towards us saying what I interpreted as 'this guy', although I knew it was more likely to be simply inane screaming inside the empty head of whatever it used to be.

I still killed the thing, though, as it was annoyingly loud.

"You... You..." The mechanic repeated, speaking in an increasingly strained tone of voice.

I raised an invisible eyebrow at the words.

"Did the screwed up teleport mess with your head or something? Why are you only saying 'you'?" I asked, humor clear in my voice. "I mean, I guess messing something up yourself tends to have some backlash, but did it really commit such a large genocide on your vocabulary that you only know one word?"

She looked at me in confusion for a moment before realizing what I had said.

"Did... did that failed teleport make you smarter?" She managed to ask in genuine confusion.

{Is she just going to ignore the fact that you blamed the problem on her?} The Gods asked, interested in the current interactions.

'Give it a minute, she's just taking a minute to process that I acted like someone with more than half a brain.' I Said, waiting for the realization to kick in.

She looked at where my face would be for a moment, which was what I assumed to be an attempt at reading my face.

"You know, I'm not sure what you find so interesting about my helmet." I said.

Her eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights, which I accounted to the fact that she did not understand how to interact with people after being stuck in this... 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 for so long.

"You're being awfully quiet, you know." I said, slightly concerned due to the fact that I haven't received an insult or been yelled at by her in a good period of time. "I'm starting to think that you may be a little dysfunctional from that teleport."

{I'm pretty sure she's in shock over the fact that you actually survived that mess.} The Gods said. {Either that or she's simply having an internal dialogue with herself.}

'What kind of person has an internal dialogue with themselves when they are right next to a real person?' I thought.

{We do not know, since we've never seen one before.} The Gods said back, a grin present in their voice.

'So... do you think she's going to talk, or is she just going to stare at me like I caught her hand in the cookie jar?' I asked.

{Let's see here...} I heard a series of page flips once again, before the Gods responded once more with more than a little humor present in their voice. {Neither.}

'The hell do you mean nei-' My thought was cut off by the sound of a wrench hitting a helmet.

my helmet to be precise.

"I see what you mean by neither now." I muttered out loud, before looking the mechanic in the eyes.

"What's your name again?" I asked with complete seriousness.

She looked at me like I was an idiot, and I simply grinned back.

{You do realize that she still can't see your face, right?}

'Damn.' I thought. 'It wouldve helped me reinforce the idea that i'm less than capable in the mental department.'

{What a weird way to say that you wanted to look stupid for a prank on her.} The Gods said.

'Weird people have weird styles, what can I say.'

The only response I got to that was a wrench to the head from the only person who couldn't hear what I said.

"Ow!" I said, acting as if the wrench had actually hurt, "The hell was that for?"

"The first one was to check if you were real." She said matter-of-factly, "and the second one was for spacing out when I was talking."

"You were talking?" I asked.

"Do you want to get hit again?"

I tilted my head. "Is that a rhetorical question?" I asked.

I watched as she just shook her head, muttering something along the lines of "The one person who knows how to get me out of here and his head is just as empty as those skeletons."

I decided to act like I took offense to that comment, as I felt that it would arouse an amusing reaction.

"Hey! I'll have you know that at least half of my thoughts are because of the voices in my head, so it's not 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 empty."

She looked at me with an eyebrow raised. "And what are those voices saying right now?"

{That this whole role you are playing is extremely amusing.}

"That the role I am playing is extremely amusing!" I said happily. "Wait, I'm playing a role?"

"Christ, he is crazy." I heard her mutter, making me grin under my helm.

"Glad to see that we've come to an agreement." I said. Now are we going to keep talking in this surprisingly skeleton free room, or are we going to leave this bony hell for good?"

She stared at me with a flat stare. "Do you really have to ask that, especially after calling this place a bony hell?"

"I mean, I've been to hell before, so this isnt that bad in comparison." I said in an honest tone.

I saw her face go through several stages of though, which were mainly 'why me?', and 'am I really going to do this?'.

I found it highly amusing to see.

{We think you may be developing a sadistic streak.}

"Nonsense, I am a completely sane person with no mental problems at all." I said with faked seriousness. "And that is the truth no matter what."

{That is a lie and you know it.}

'Shush, I'm practicing my lying skills right now, since the best liars have to convince themselves first.'

{I feel like you are just taking a quote and using it to your advantage.}

'I would never.' I thought with an offended tone.

"You know what? Fine! I'll leave my life in the hands of a lunatic with voices in his head if it gets me out of here alive!" I heard the mechanic shout.

"Who are you talking to?" I asked.

She looked at me like I was an idiot, before answering. "Do you of all people have to ask that? Because if so, you are dumber than I thought."

{She was talking to herself.} The Gods said helpfully.

"Oh! Yeah I can see why she would think I was stupid when I asked that then." I said to myself.

Somewhere, possibly very near me, an aggravated sigh was released.