>>5209392Before you, heh, <span class="mu-i">let him go,</span> you’ve got another question bugging you–what’s his theme, anyways?
“... what the fuck are you talking about, freak?”
The <span class="mu-i">THEME</span>, dang it! You already iced, like, every <span class="mu-r">LIEUTENANT</span> on land–is he a <span class="mu-r">GREASER?</span> a <span class="mu-r">SOLDIER?</span> What’s the deal!?
“Greaser? Lieutenants?! What a-” Donnie’s question dies in his nonexistent throat as something resembling a realization hits him. “Oh… oh <span class="mu-i">no</span>--you’re that <span class="mu-r">STANLEY</span> chick, aren’t you?”
He’s goddamn <span class="mu-i">right</span>, you reply with a Cheshire Grin! Leader of the <span class="mu-b">CLEARWATER SANITATION COORDINATORS, SAVIOR OF HUMANITY, QUEST PROTAGONIST, AND SEMIFINALIST IN THAT WAIFU TOURNEY THING!</span> Check the archives!
“W-wha?”
Oh, right, you mutter apologetically, <span class="mu-i">and</span> the defeater of, like, every one of <span class="mu-r">TIM’S</span> cheer squad. Not to mention <span class="mu-r">TERRY THE TERRIBLE!</span>
“<span class="mu-i">ROLY RHIT!</span>” The dogs growl in unison! Ha ha–they’re trying to make <span class="mu-i">people</span> words!
“L-look, kid, y-you’re not gonna take my <span class="mu-b">MARROW</span>, are ya?”
You shrug–you haven’t decided yet.
“A-a-and feed it to y-y-yer <span class="mu-r">DEMON RACCOON BABIES,</span> are ya?!”
“E-er, no,” Eddie interjects, gently pushing the business end of your<span class="mu-g">ROCKET LAUNCHER</span> away from the skeleton’s face, “But you might want to answer her question…”
“Sure!” Donnie sputters, “I’ll tell ya’ everything! Me an’ the guys just woke up a few days ago, alright?! At the cemetery on Bullard Street!”
Hey, you know that one–Syb used to do those annoying poetry readings there all the time before her podcast!
“Me an’ the guys used to get into trouble around here back in the day, so when we woke up and felt this urge to, y’know, kill an’ pillage, we kinda just went with it!”
“Understandable.” Talbot says, nodding thoughtfully. Not helping, moron!
“Hey, you don’t know how tough it’s been!” Donnie snaps! “Doesn’t matter now, though–<span class="mu-r">THE VOICE</span> keeps talking about the <span class="mu-r">GRAND FINALE</span>--hope I’m around to see it happen!”
<span class="mu-i">What</span> voice, pray tell, is he talking about? <span class="mu-r">TIM’S?</span>
“Tim? Dunno, but it likes telling us what to do.” The skeleton explains. “Gets real happy when we break and kill stuff, too.”
“Sounds like <span class="mu-r">TIM</span> alright…” Ly muses. “You think dis’ is goin’ accordin’ to plan, though?”
No clue, you shrug, but it doesn’t really matter what he thinks–you’re stopping his bony ass!
“So,” Donnie begins, “You uh… you mind freeing me? You won’t see me again, that’s for damn sure!”
What say thee?
>WHAT WAS HE DOING IN A DOG HOTEL ANYWAYS?!>SEEN ANYTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY NEARBY LATELY?>WHAT’S HIS DEAL WITH DOGS, ANYWAYS?>KILL ‘EM! (HOW?)>FREE ‘EM! >WRITE-IN! 