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First thing’s first, you begin as you retrieve your <span class="mu-g">GAMER T-SHIRT</span> and twist it into a makeshift blindfold, put <span class="mu-i">this</span> on!
“Wait, wh-” Sputters Talbot as you tie it over his eyes! “H-hey!”
Quit <span class="mu-i">fussin’</span>! Making sure it’s fastened, you wag a finger at the confused custodian. He’s coming with you, but he’s not gonna see where you’re headed!
“But what if he turns again?” Asks Eddie as he gives Kiki a boost so she can poke at Talbot’s defenseless forehead.
Then you’ll kick his ass a <span class="mu-i">FIFTIEINTH TIME!</span>
“Psssh, okay, exangeration, much?” Talbot scoffs. “The one or two times you <span class="mu-i">did</span> beat me were because my <span class="mu-i">back</span> ached, so-”
Snatching his hand up in yours, you tug him towards you while trying to avoid eye contact with the others. You’ll be g-guiding him, so quit it! Unless he wants to be led face-first into a woodchipper or something! Moron!
Turning to the others, you mouth your destination so that your escortee can’t hear:
<span class="mu-r">THE LODGE!</span>
“We’re gonna walk all that w-<span class="mu-s">OOF!</span>”
Yes, you snap, nodding in appreciation at Kiki’s quick elbow to Eddie’s stomach, you <span class="mu-i">are</span>! And if you move quickly and quietly you’ll probably make it there faster than in a car, so let’s mosey!
Leading Talbot along by your somewhat sweaty hand, you lead the way towards what you hope is Good Boy’s bunker… or what <span class="mu-i">remains</span> of it.
So uh, you mutter, trying to keep things casual, how <span class="mu-i">did</span> he turn, anyways?
“Yea!” Eddie nods eagerly as he ducks under a low-hanging branch, “Where’d that mask come from anyways?”
“Well uh,” Talbot explains as he struggles to tag along behind you, “it was-<span class="mu-s">AAAUGH!</span>”
Before he can finish, both you and Talbot trip over a snow-covered root and tumble down the hill into a gulley!
“Watch where we’re going, god<span class="mu-s">DAMN</span> it!” He roars as he spits blood-caked snow out of his mouth! “I don’t wanna die from <span class="mu-i">shitty guidance</span>!”
Y-yea, you stammer, struggling to lever his body off of yours. C-could uh… does he mind getting up?
“Oh. Shit.”
Scrambling to your feet, you wave Kiki and Eddie down to you and pray to whatever deity watching that they didn’t see that!
They totally did. It was awkward.
>CONTD.
