>>5334695>>5334708>>5334809A body to hide? That was one way to put it. You hoofed it towards the door, opening it for the reveal; or else, she simply would not believe you.
“Make sure you don’t scream.”
Her head bobbed towards the opened entrance. She wobbled as she put her weight on her knees. She stared at you unimpressed.
“Mary, there’s an al—!” You turned to look: Cass was gone.
With her eyes half-shut, Mary pushed herself to collapse on the bed. “Clean this mess up a bit, would you, Elm’?” she motioned to the empty bottles. She yawned and turned away and, within seconds, she returned to her intoxicated slumber.
You rushed out of the family room, through the hallway, and into the waiting space. You searched for the cryptid but she wasn’t in any of those. Disobedient and ungrateful bug-eye! You climbed the steps to the second floor, running through the petite corridor and then …
You stopped, slanting behind the door. On a simple wooden stand, Larry rested inside of his fish bowl. Cass’s curving slimeform stood in front of it, bending, sticking-pushing her orange face into the faintly luminous and overthickened glass. You watched, ready to strike; you would not allow some alien gal to eat your fish-friend. She did not, instead mumbling with her lips, and Larry, swimming near the glass, did the same.
> Continue watching at a distance.> Call out for Cass and ask (or demand) that she follows you.> Carefully approach Cass, grab her, and try and drag her back to show to Mary.> [Write In] 