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As the drowsiness starts affecting whatever is left of your normal senses, a shiver goes down your spine, there’s one special sensory faculty that alerts you of danger, a sixth sense that you personally call Philonune.
“Partner, you can’t sleep now. Something is afoot.” Philonune warns. You wonder why, he’s usually asleep during these kinky moments. There’s nothing sexy about sleeping in a woman’s arms though, it’s therapeutic. You’re losing focus, you must assess the situation.
A beeping sound comes from the lock. The door slowly creeks open. The final specter of the night comes forth, a pouty expression is on her face, covered in blankets like a specter of darkness, Deathmily is ready to rip and destroy.
“I knew you’d be here. You two made a fool out of me!” Emily points at the idols with justifiable anger!
“<span class="mu-i">Oh great, things are escalating again… Agh…</span>” Carol shivers due to the cake's side effects.
“Don’t listen, it’ll be fine.” Claudia wants nothing but for you to have a comfortable sleep.
“What are you doing to him?” Emily steps forwards after closing the door.
“Keep your voice low, he’s trying to sleep.” Clutz whispers loudly.
“You’re taking advantage of him while he’s tired?” Emily lowers her voice but not her fury.
“I’m not. YUNG-P was. I just got here.” Clutz speculates.
“<span class="mu-i">Me? I’m a victim, he fed me more cake…</span>” Carol grits her teeth. “<span class="mu-i">I just wanted to talk, and he did this…</span>”
“Like I’m going to believe that now. I’ll take great pleasure in straightening you out.” Emily doesn’t buy it. “And you? Why are you holding him like that?”
“I’m comforting him since he was distressed.” Clutz kisses the top of your head. “You know I <span class="mu-i">LOVE</span> my fans and my manager is my <span class="mu-i">most</span> special one.”
“…You ate cake too. You’re both contaminated. You need to leave now.” Emily makes the executive decision. “I’ll figure something out.”
“<span class="mu-i">N-Nope, not leaving, I-I need to get cured first.</span>” Carol stands her ground… behind you, and out of sight.
“What’s best for him is for you to stay quiet and allow me to continue.” Vortexia won’t let you go. “He needs to sleep now and you’re making a ruckus.”
“Sorry, I can’t trust you in this state, hand him over.” Emily slowly gets closer like she’s approaching a dangerous animal.
You don’t remember the part where the three ghosts wanted to duke it out among them to get the greedy old man, but you like this new interpretation.
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>Stay in Vortexia’s arms.
>Jump into Emily’s arms.
>Place your head on top of Carol’s butt.
>With the little strength that you have, throw cake into Emily’s mouth.
>Write In.
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