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You assume she's going to dress herself, as the old hooded Demon moves to his rocking chair and with a low growl of pain, eases his way into it. After a moment, he tests the floor, and starts to slowly rock himself.
His gnarled hand points to the Kitchen cabinet.
>"Yore gonn' need bait. Dolly kin take you to where ya need it, and hopefully sommat will come that can take you back to where y'need to go. Can't promise it'll be easy, may git messy.
>"But if'n you stay here, you will become one o' us. Pro'lly not as articulate, robot folk are hit diff’renn down here."
One of the cabinets is torn open, showing various shattered jars, a few spice shakers, an Elmo doll, three cans of Busch Light(untouched), and a jar with what appears to be some sort of animal fetus. As you approach, and with an appropriate squeak from JJ, the fetus’ eye opens, and it tries to swim away from you in whatever liquid hosts it.
<inquiry>What the fuck is that?
>”Only livin’ thing in this pit, fell in while a Gate here had t’ have opened a moment ‘rr two somewhere else. Stays alive ‘cause we’re close enough t’Hell it can’t right die. You jus’ gotta get that there critter onto the lake long ‘nuff for whate’rr Hellspawn takes notice ‘ahf it.
>”Kill a Demon, and all that Remmin’ juice, whatever ya call it, will fizzle out, upset the balance like an sick gut. Should re-open the gate that got ya in here to begin with.”