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The cool breeze is a welcome reprieve from how stuffy the room is. Coupled with how warm Volka is, especially with her hugging you close like a human teddy bear, it takes you a moment to push past the pleasantness and realize what’s wrong with the proverbial ‘picture’…
THE DOOR!
Powerless against the might of Volka’s arms, you watch wide-eyed as you sense something standing in front of you…
You open your mouth to yell a warning, but in your haste and genuine terror you instead let loose the loudest, and girliest, scream you’ve ever mustered! The figure freezes, clearly not expecting your reaction, and as you hear the faint sound of their hand rummaging around in their pockets, your salvation comes in the form of a dull ‘<span class="mu-i">WHUMP!</span>’ smacking against your guest’s unseen face!
“CAN’T A GIRL GET A LITTLE SLEEP AROUND HERE!?” Snarls TT as she jolts upright in the bed with her eyes covered by what smell like fruit slices, “BED’S MINE! NO TAKESIE-BACKSIES!”
T, you holler, we’re not alone! As you deliver the warning, the figure recovers from the pillow pelting and lets out a series of sharp clicks that carry out the door and down the hall! The sound of crashing glass and commotion travels back, arriving in the room just as you hear a blade being drawn from a scabbard…
Ducking another pillow from the Durher, a shift in the air tells you that the intruder is lunging! Stuck in Volka’s death grip, all you can do is make a stupid face and wait to be perforated…
‘<span class="mu-s">THWACK!</span>’
You wait impatiently for the light you’re supposed to go into, your life flashing before your eyes… but all you get is the same darkness… the same musty air. By the time you realize you aren’t dead, your would-be assassin has stumbled backwards, his steps uneven and clumsy… meanwhile a familiar scaly tail wraps itself back around you and its owner… Rising from the ground with slow, steady breaths through her mouth, your bodyguard slowly staggers towards your assailant with a zombielike gait…
“Hey Tusks! Wake up!” Snarls T as she leaps out of bed!
I think she’s sleepwalking, you fire back! Speaking of fire, as the Skog lurches forward to deliver more pain unto the assassin, the intruder in question rummages through their pockets again, this time pulling out something that… sloshes?
Chucking it into the doorway, your face is met with a rush of heat as whatever they threw bursts into an explosion of crackling flames! Ever the opportunist, T races to be the first out of the room, but pauses at the door with a yelp!
“Ant, we’re TRAPPED!”
Yea, you frown, you GATHERED!
>CONTD.