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As you back away from your ex-bodyguard and the encroaching army of heavily-armed skeletons, your thoughts quickly descend into panic–even if you <span class="mu-i">did</span> slip past them all right now, it’s not like you could find all your friends simultaneously! There must have been hundreds of skeletons at the party last night–and from the look in their dead, glowing eyes they aren’t in the mood to negotiate!
Swatting away Talbot’s tendrils as you back away from the marching dead, a daring thought occurs to you–one that just might tip the scales a bit if it works!
Nats, you mutter as another pair of tendrils whizz past your head, are you ready?
“<span class="mu-r">R-right NOW!?</span>” The demon sputters in disbelief! “<span class="mu-r">I… I dunno, sis–I haven’t really taken over before a-</span>”
NATS, you repeat with increased urgency, <span class="mu-s">Are. You. READY?</span>
“<span class="mu-r">I…</span>” She responds before pausing mid-sentence, “<span class="mu-r">... yea. I’m ready, Stan.</span>”
Pinned between the wall and an encroaching Talbot, you raise your <span class="mu-g">BONE ARMOR</span> just as the janitor lunges at you! Tackling you with killing force, you feel the chiton around you groan and creak as he begins to crack you open like a walnut! Nats, you shout as you wrestle with the mass of tentacles aiming to rip you apart, go <span class="mu-s">LOUD,</span> okay!? NO mercy!
“<span class="mu-r">B-but…</span>”
You know they’re your friends, okay?! But we can’t mourn for them if we’re dead, so <span class="mu-s">DO IT!</span>
“<span class="mu-r">Ok-</span>”
<span class="mu-s">DO IT!</span>
Like a cane yanking you off a stage, you feel your consciousness being pulled out of frame as something else takes the wheel–something that sizzles and fizzes with an energy that stings you just watching it! Feeling your armor melt away, you watch as an unfamiliar shadowy claw snatches up Talbot’s masked face and slams it into the ground hard enough to make it splinter!
Chucking the janitor off into the night like a frisbee, Nats turns her attention back towards the approaching skeletons–their blank expressions faltering for a moment as they lay eyes on whatever you’ve become! Drawing her <span class="mu-g">DEMONIC PITCHFORK</span> with a low, rumbling growl, you can almost hear the demon utter a quiet ‘<span class="mu-i">sorry</span>’ before letting loose a primal roar that shakes the trailer around you!
Thanks to SirenQM for the sick NATS pic, by the way! Go read Mutant!Quest!
>CONTD.
