Chapter 351: The White End (2)
I had been turned into a two-dimensional stick figure. Even if I panicked, nothing changed. The world was as flat as could be, and I was a stick figure, as one could be.
Idiot: Oh, how interesting.
Fortunately or unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one turned into a stick figure. The Guardian was in a similar predicament. While I was a figure with solid lines, his outline was made of dotted lines. That was the only difference between us, really.
Idiot: へ(￣∇￣へ)
And that was the face he was making. The emoticon was very much like him. The mere sight of it pissed me off. A speech balloon floated above his head.
Idiot: Right now, the world looks like a picture drawn on a piece of paper to me. Zombie, does it look like that to you as well?"
“Ah, yes...” I nodded, cautious. “It looks the same to me, but why are you speaking using a speech balloon? You can just talk, can’t you?”
Idiot:Huh? To me, it looks like you’re the one speaking in a speech balloon.
The Guardian appeared confused. It didn’t seem like he was lying.
“Are you serious?”
Idiot: Yeah, every time you speak, speech balloons float above your head. I can’t hear your voice.”
“Ah, I see. Maybe you can only hear your own voice in this world.”