>>21062294>>21069807But just as Nikki hits send on the last message, there’s a sudden movement, and a chill goes down her spine as she looks up from the screen to see Cactus Jane in the passenger seat of her lambo.
“What the fuck? Get out! Get out! You’re gross, you smell bad and you’re bleeding on my seats, get out, get out, get ooouuuutttt! Get the fu-aiiieeee!”
Nikki’s protests turn to screams as a sharp pain tears through her head. Then Coco’s voice echoes in her mind.
>I’ve been nice to your friends. So now you’ll be nice to mine.Silently, Nikki casts a miserable look at the blood on the passenger seat of the car, then at Cactus Jane herself, who smiles back in the unsettling manner she does.
>See, she’s friendly!Nikki ignores Coco, and the strange creature in her passenger seat begins to speak, if its manner of communication can even be described as speaking.
>She’s saying she wants you to take her to the arena!“I know that, Coco!” Nikki snaps back.
She looks at Cactus and her bloodied lambo seat again and sighs. This lambo was already ruined on the outside anyway. And while she had originally planned to get it repaired, she now found herself wanting to dispose of it in favour of a new one. It’s not as if she couldn’t afford it, being well over a year into highly profitable Lonelyfans and WWA careers.
“Ok, freak. Have it your way.” The lambo’s engine roars into life, and Nikki floors the accelerator, speeding away toward the arena.
