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Retrieving the <span class="mu-r">SKULL</span> from Lil’ Stanley’s jaws, you give her a quick scratch behind the ears as she scampers onto your shoulder. So this is it, huh, you remark as you idly regard the glowing remains, the big prize for killing the whole town?
“Gho ahead–shug id all down!” Spits Boris in a voice completely devoid of its usual easy-goingness, “Idz dhe only way you’re gonna shtay fuggin’ relevant onsh the world forgedsh you in a munvh…”
A crooked smile forms on Boris’ bloodied, bruised, and beaten face. “Onjsh a loshur ALwaysh a looshr…”
Spinning the <span class="mu-r">SKULL</span> on your finger, you take a few steps towards Boris’ prone form and respond to his taunts with an amicable smile. Maybe, you shrug, but it’s more than he’s gonna be.
“Two typjsh of peeble, bumblebee-”
Those who score goals, you recite as you hold the <span class="mu-r">SKULL</span> out for Boris to see,
And those who get their fucked-up heads <span class="mu-s">CAVED IN WITH A SKULL!</span>
Boris was right about one thing: he never forgot the look on his father’s face when he put a bullet through his head, and as you bring your prize down upon your coworker’s blonde head, you know that you’ll remember <span class="mu-i">this</span> moment forever too! Tracking the relic with his eyes as it descends into his face, you can’t help but relish the surprised expression Boris has when you hit him…
He really didn’t think you had it in you, did he?
You take your time, of course–even after he slumps to the floor in a blood-soaked mess, you follow him down and continue. Viscera mixes with your tears as you mash his face into a pulp, and it’s only after you completely cave his skull in that you realize you’ve been screaming the whole time.
Letting your bashing arm drop to your side, you kneel for a few minutes as the events of the last few days finally catch up to you. Paralyzed with grief, confusion, anger, and relief, you’d almost be content with kneeling there for the rest of your life if a familiar voice hadn’t buzzed from within your pocket.
“-n! Are you there?”
Sybil.
>CONTD.