>>5313654“So,” Talbot interjects with growing annoyance, “Stan’s a <span class="mu-i">huge dork</span> and you got your ass kicked… there a point to all this?”
“Having collected a sample of the target’s hair prior to my… <span class="mu-i">encounter</span>... with this foul creature’s guardian,” Teevor continues in a measured, but still miffed tone, “I was in a state of panic, so I aborted the mission and ordered my associates to teleport me back.”
“And lemme guess:” Art sniffs, “That didn’t work out either, did it?”
“No it didn’t…” The skeleton sighs. “Traveling between dimensions, I was buffeted by unexpected pandimensional turbulence and lost hold of my sample. By the time I emerged into the lab, it was already too late.”
“What exactly do you mean, ‘<span class="mu-i">too late</span>’?” Sybil asks with a raised eyebrow.
“I theorize that the lost sample landed in a nearby <span class="mu-r">DEMONIC PLANE…</span>” Teevor explains with growing trepidation in his voice. “Wherever it ended up, something <span class="mu-i">followed</span> me into the lab… something <span class="mu-i">hungry.</span>”
You blink. <span class="mu-r">THE COLLECTOR!</span>
“No, you idiot, not <span class="mu-i">that</span>.” Grumbles your captive, “<span class="mu-i">THIS</span> lockdown is just another product of incompetent teleporter technicians… that and our <span class="mu-g">HIGH SCHOLAR’S</span> stupid love affair with demon summoning…”
“Yea, doesn’t seem like that good of an idea now, does it?” Art remarks as he glances around the lab.
“Joke all you want–we’ve been researching and enthralling demons for ages. When done properly it’s safer than <span class="mu-i">walking</span>. As I was saying, however, the thing that followed me was not properly contained.”
“So you’re saying it <span class="mu-i">was</span> a demon?” Sybil asks as she folds her arms across her chest. “What kind?”
“A weak one, but a loose demon all the same.” Teevor replies. “Perhaps the hair sample had whet its appetite or maybe it was just curious, but whatever the reason, it had to be stopped. While it attacked my colleagues, I entered random coordinates into the project terminal, activated the mirror, and had one of the sentries throw it through the resulting portal.”
“So it’s out there now?” Talbot grunts. “And it’s <span class="mu-i">pissed</span>?”
Even worse, you add, it’s hungry for your <span class="mu-i">HAIR?!</span>
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Teevor scoffs, waving away your question with his hand, “The demon is probably <span class="mu-i">much</span> larger now–if anything it will want to subsume your mind, body, and soul.” He blinks. “Not that the former would be of much sustenance…”
Well great, you mutter to yourself, now you’ve got a hungry demon to worry about. Anyone <span class="mu-i">else</span> want a piece of Stan? Hm?
The universe remains eerily silent.
>CONTD. 