>>5379590Your ears are ringing.
You’re unsure if it’s the walls of the subterranean death trap you’re in or the mess of pipes and wires lining the dimly-lit ceiling of the <span class="mu-g">EMPLOYEE BATHROOM</span> like vines in a jungle, but something’s causing it… and it’s pissing you off!
A swear escapes your lips as you accidentally knock over the trash bag of stuff Kiki retrieved for you–the gear confiscated by <span class="mu-r">SONNY</span> and her army of murderous pricks. Damn, how did you not notice it all before?!
“It ain’t yer’ fault, kiddo.” Mutters the disembodied voice of your skeleton, <span class="mu-g">LY</span> after having held his nonexistent tongue for a while. “I don’t think any of us coulda’ really expected dis’--not wit’out hard proof, at least.”
“<span class="mu-r">Yea!</span>” Adds <span class="mu-r">NATS,</span> the <span class="mu-i">other</span> (demonic) entity taking up shop in your body, “<span class="mu-r">It’s not like we can save everyone, right? It-</span>”
You coulda’ saved a <span class="mu-s">HELL</span> of a lot more, you snarl as you finish zipping up your <span class="mu-g">EVENING SANITATION COORDINATOR COVERALLS</span> and retrieve a small baggie carrying your <span class="mu-g">LASER EYE</span> like it was deli takeout. And you thought you told them both to not watch while you were changing, damn it!
“Thought you was done.” Ly huffs as you haphazardly stuff the eye given to you by Talbot into your bare socket. You feel a few pinches at first akin to a hermit crab nesting in your eye, but the feeling quickly passes as you feel a warm, viscous fluid pour over the cavity as your vision slowly returns. Well, you sigh as you look over your tired, freckled face in the nearby mirror, there’s <span class="mu-i">that</span> back.
Replying to the soft knock on the door with a curt ‘<span class="mu-i">almost done!</span>’, you pop the <span class="mu-g">BUNNY EARS</span> that go with your <span class="mu-g">MAGICAL BUNNY SUIT</span> back onto your messy brown hair… hope Kiki didn’t see these. And if she did, she’d better not say anything!
“<span class="mu-r">Yyyyea, don’t think that’ll be an issue for her.</span>” Nats replies with a nervous chuckle. Oh. <span class="mu-i">Right.</span>
Placing your <span class="mu-g">EVENING SANITATION COORDINATOR</span> cap on your head like a strawberry on a shortcake, you leave your <span class="mu-g">SHADES</span> in your pocket and primp in the mirror for a few more seconds. Good as it’s gonna get, you mutter to no one in particular.
>CONTD.