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As certain magical and demonic doom approaches at a menacingly slow speed, your mind races to find some kind of solution! You’re the protagonist, damn it, you oughta’ have something for this! Faced with the very real prospect of dying, your thoughts go into freefall!
Talbot, you stammer as you feverishly mash where the ‘<span class="mu-i">UP</span>’ icon used to be, you’re not just a shitty janitor after all!
“W-wha?” He asks, taken aback by your sudden compliment and button-pressing!
Yea, you nod, it’s true! He’s not <span class="mu-i">great</span>, you add, but he isn’t terrible!
And Art, you add while Talbot processes your words and Sybil watches with growing irritation, you might be a stuck-up, porn-obsessed <span class="mu-r">ART BITCH,</span> but you’re <span class="mu-s">OUR</span> <span class="mu-r">ART BITCH!</span>
“Err… th-thanks?”
Don’t mention it, you growl as you feel the bones in your button-pressing finger start to ache! And Lil’ Stanley–who could forget about her? Though still preoccupied by the snarling, rabid beasts coming to tear her into shreds, the woodland critter cranes her pointy ears in your direction!
Lil’ Stanley, you repeat, you… you kinda suck! I mean, you get that she can’t move around a lot because there’s stupid <span class="mu-i">water</span> everywhere, but you eat all of our snacks and haven’t done, like, one trick yet! What’s her damage!?
Hissing into your ear, the capricious beast hops over to Talbot’s shoulders before flipping a tiny, but clear, bird in your direction. Alright, you shrug, that <span class="mu-i">kinda</span> counts…
You’re just about to say something <span class="mu-i">EXCEPTIONALLY</span> stunning to Sybil when the elevator <span class="mu-i">jolts</span> beneath you! Exchanging confused glances with the rest of the team, you watch wide-eyed as the blue ‘<span class="mu-i">UP</span>’ switch flickers back into existence…
And processes all of your commands in a fraction of a second.
Like a particularly open space shuttle, the elevator <span class="mu-s">EXPLODES</span> upwards, nearly severing Lil’ Stanley’s twitching nose when it passes the ceiling! Flying up the shaft at breakneck speed, you and the others desperately cling to each other for dear life as you pass by floors coated in boil-ridden flesh, serrated tentacles, and more demons than you can shake a stick at!
“I guess… we’re heading… to the top…” Art slurs as he lingers somewhere between passing out and staying conscious!
“I… hope… so!” Sybil nods, bangs sprawled over her face like a ghost in a Japanese horror flick!
>CONTD.
