Chantilly Lace: *whispers* What was that?
Chantilly Lace: Are you okay? Mother?
*floor boards creek*
Chantilly Lace: Mommy?
???: Yeah, I’m here. Second floor, yes.
???: I don’t know… this house seems pretty nice for being empty.
???: It looks like a bed room. Someone paints. Dude! I’m not lying. Don’t believe me, you come up here.
???: Yeah, that’s what I thought.
???: Look I did it, and now I’m out of here.
???: Oh now you say it. Just stop, okay. You’re a big chicken, we all know it- oh, uh, hang- I’m gonna call you back…
Chantilly Lace: *soft gasp* Oh no.
???: Is- is someone there?
Chantilly Lace: You need to leave!
???: Look, I’m really sorry. I thought-
Chantilly Lace: What? You just could barge into someone else’s house?
???: No! It’s not like that. Please, I’m very sorry. I had no idea anyone lived here.
Chantilly Lace: Well they do, so please go!
???: I am really sorry for breakin’ into your house. I had no idea anyone lived here. I swear. If I had, I never would have just walked in.
Chantilly Lace: You’re the first visitor in years.
Chantilly Lace: My mother doesn’t like people coming around.
???: I’m Merlot by the way. The least I can do is introduce myself after being so rude.
Chantilly Lace: Lacey.
Chantilly Lace: Merlot, can I ask you a question?
Merlot: Of course. It’s the least I can do.
Chantilly Lace: What’s it like out there?
Merlot: Out… where?
Chantilly Lace: In town. The only other person I’ve seen is the woman who delivers our mail.
Merlot: Oh…well, it’s nice I guess. Wait, so you don’t go to school?
Chantilly Lace: No. My mother home schools me.
Chantilly Lace: You go to school here?
Merlot: In Fondant Fields? Yeah. Wait, so you never leave here? Ever?
Chantilly Lace: No. I’ve tried, but mother is… persistent.
Merlot: I see. So you’re kinda trapped here?
Chantilly Lace: In a way yes.
Chantilly Lace: She’s scared.
Merlot: Scared of what?
Chantilly Lace: Everything.
*SLAM* *clunk clunk clunk*