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Your head spins at all the possibilities around you–why choose one when you’ve got an army of skeletons approaching? Retrieving the <span class="mu-g">REMOTE-CONTROLLED DUUUUCK</span> and the corresponding controller from your coveralls, you chuck both at Denise’s bewildered spectacled face with a curt ‘here, catch!’
“<span class="mu-i">OW!</span>”
“Cripes, cupcake, what kinda throw was dat’?”
You didn’t <span class="mu-i">mean</span> to aim for her face, okay?! It must’ve <span class="mu-i">gravnigated</span> into it, or something!
Denise shoots you a quivering, pleading glance as she scoops the items off the greasy floor. “<span class="mu-i">Wh-what sh-should I-</span>”
She’s gonna run <span class="mu-i">interferience</span>, you reply as you snatch up some of Rodhi’s bones and hobble towards the nearest serviceable truck with a turret on it! The red button makes a big flash of light and sound–she can use it to mess with the skeletons!
“<span class="mu-i">Leave it t-to me!</span>” She nods with renewed confidence! “<span class="mu-i">Remote-c-controlled things are ki-kinda my ‘b-bag!’</span>”
Sending her a reassuring thumbs up, you’re just about to gulp down some marrow when a thought occurs–while she’s up there, you add, twisting the key sitting in the truck’s ignition port, keep an eye out for Mitzi and the students–they might need some help too!
Not bothering to wait for a response, you put the truck in reverse and get ready to knock a few barrels down the hill–no way you’re moving them yourself! Try as you might, however, the vehicle remains locked in place as the acrid stench of burning rubber fills the garage! What the hell!? Did they <span class="mu-i">sabotage</span> this thi-
“<span class="mu-s">PARKING BRAKE!</span>” Shouts Gus from beneath the van! Oh. Right… you knew that! Disengaging the garish red parking brake handle, you bring the truck around and get to work bumping the barrels out the open bays and down the hill towards the approaching army! It takes a bit of doing considering you’re simultaneously chugging marrow and the previous garage tenants actually stowed the fuel barrels to avoid accidents, but despite all odds you manage to send a few rolling through the rising blanket of bloody snow!
Rushing to get into a firing position, you watch as the stalwart <span class="mu-g">REMOTE-CONTROLLED DUCK</span> takes to the gusty skies once more! Dipping and banking erratically thanks to the blizzard, the concentration on Denise’s sweaty face tells you that the duck’s in the right hands. As you climb out of the driver’s seat and move to the gun turret, you hear a faint disembodied voice in your head:
“<span class="mu-r">Did… did I do good, sis?</span>”
Asking you in a tone more fitting of a sleepy toddler, the demon barely clings to consciousness as you slowly clamber onto the turret! Yea, Nats, you grunt with genuine approval, you did <span class="mu-i">damn</span> good!
“<span class="mu-r">Hooraaaay… gonna sleep now…</span>”
D’awww…
>CONTD.
