Legion walks up and down a thin, cramped hallway. At one end, a solid wall. On the other end, a door. Both walls are lined with bookcases, filled with unique books. All look extremely different.

He stops, turning towards one. He begins to examine the spines.

Knock knock.

"𝓛𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮."

Thunk. "How did you even know I got it?"

"𝓘 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓮. 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭, 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰! 𝓐𝓵𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼... 𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓻.. 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓫𝓲𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝔂? 𝓘𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓶...𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮, 𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓪."

There's a muffled chuckle. "Wow. Thanks. That's the best complement I've gotten aside from Spider calling me insufferable for the 47th time in a day I'm active." Thunkthunkthunk. "Let me in."

Legion sighs, turning towards the door.

"𝓘'𝓶 𝓫𝓾𝓼𝔂! 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓽 𝓲𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓸𝓯 𝓾𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭-"

THUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNK

"𝓞𝓱, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓷! 𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼. 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓸𝓻!"

There's another chuckle.

Legion huffs, turning back towards the bookcase.

"...𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈."

"I can hear you."

"𝓢𝓱𝓾𝓼𝓱!" Legion takes out two heavily damaged books, one burnt and the other clipping half-way into his hand for him to hold it. "𝓝𝓸𝔀, 𝓰𝓸 𝓼𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻. 𝓦𝓮'𝓿𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸, 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝓵!"

L1MB0 gives a loud, garbled groan. It sounds like a horrifically corrupted audiofile got put through the harshest deepfrier one could find.

"𝓞𝓱, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓷, 𝓛1𝓜. 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓣𝓗𝓐𝓣 𝓫𝓪𝓭." He huffs, walking towards the door.

"SPEAK FOR YOURSELF."

Legion snickers. "𝓐𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓭." He exits the closet door, shutting it behind himself with a slam.