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"Organizing you say?"
You take out your den den mushi and establish a group call with the others.
"Silver here. Report."
"Murray here. Situation's pretty messed up. You holding it together Silver?"
"Barely. Next."
"Will here. Mother is... not okay. She's distraught in fact. These people are in dire need of help."
"Well good thing we're here!"
"HAAAH? Oh don't tell me! We're about to do something stupid again aren't we?"
"Kekeke! You know it Hook! This place disgusts me. I want it gone. And we'll do it by killing the wardens. Each circle has one. Find out the name of the one in your circle. Kill them however you wish. And remember to have fun!"
"Aye aye."
"Aye aye."
They don't even question your order, simply nod and acknowledge it. You grin at the thought of turning this place inside out. But strangely enough the kids next to you don't seem too enthusiastic about.
"P-Pirate man! You can't do that!"
"I do what I want because a pirate is free!"
"No! What brother is saying is that you SHOULDN'T do that!"
"I don't care how many wardens there are. I don't care how strong they are. And I don't give a flying hoot about who pays them! I'll find Du Feld and Peclo and I'll hang them by their weeners when I do! MARK MY WORDS!"
"NO! THAT'S NOT IT! You'll upset the devil!"
"Huh?"
"There is a devil that dwells in the prison! You can hear it laughing in the walls if you listen carefully! We dug so deep that we reached the home of the devil. He's listening our every move! And he HATES noise!"
"Psh. What a bunch of-"
The earth shakes.
"-baloney? Hmmm."
Things intensify until that minor shake turns into a proper earthquake.
"Is this common?"
"The devil! It's here!"
You hear a faint noise growing ever louder and ever closer. It's a wet, squelching sound combined with the sound of rocks being crushed. The kids that were standing next to you just a moment ago begin running and they urge you to follow them. But you stand your ground alongside Clown who simply stares in the same direction you do.
"What is that?"
"Ah. That must be the devil."
You see a giant worm with teeth that belong on a cookie cutter shark speeding towards you. Its slimy body is what makes the wet sound and its hefty body is what's crushing rock and stone. It's gnashing its teeth at you as it's getting ever closer. Bored by the very idea of fighting a worm, even if it's the size of a sewer tunnel you raise your hand at it and focus your will.
"Stop."
But the worm does not heed your word.
"W-Why isn't it stopping?!"
