>>5211757“Oh.” Tucker says as you finish passing around the paper airplane. <span class="mu-i">AGAIN.</span> “You know it’s a trap, right?”
<span class="mu-s">YES</span>, you snarl, but sometimes life throws, like, lemons at you and you have to weather the storm, or something! They get it, right? You <span class="mu-i">have</span> to go!
“That’s honestly one of the most coherent expressions you’ve ever come up with.” Art replies. “Still–do we really want to play ball with whoever this is? Seems like a good way to get you where they want you.”
“She won’t be alone.” Sybil frowns. “Well… not <span class="mu-i">entirely.</span>”
“Goin’ with the doll trick again, huh?” Mitzi asks with a bemused look on her face. “Haven’t seen that one since the prison break!”
“It’s her call.” Sybil shrugs. “To be completely honest it might be safer to assist Stanley from the <span class="mu-i">outside</span>--she can’t be blamed if her friends come to her need after she runs off, now can she?”
“I dunno…” Talbot grunts, crossing his arms in displeasure. “Why aren’t we just kicking the damn doors down? Whoever this sicko is can’t do anything if we just barrel through ‘em, right?”
“Depends on who or <span class="mu-i">what</span> we’re dealing with.” Tucker replies with a similar conflicted expression. “Given what we’ve seen in the past few days there’s no telling what Stan’s gonna run into.”
Who the heck <span class="mu-i">cares</span>?! You’re going, alright? And you’re doing it now! Taking a few strides towards the direction you’re pretty sure <span class="mu-g">THE GALLERY</span> is in, you pause to look dramatically over your shoulder. If you don’t come back, you add in a solemn voice, <span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY</span> is in charge–no arguing! <span class="mu-i">ART?!</span>
“I’m not even gonna respond to that.” Sniffs the Rent-A-Cop as your raccoon shoots him a smug grin.
He just did! Also, you continue, Sybil has permission to eat your bones. For, like, power, or whatever.
You pause. She uh, might want to borrow your <span class="mu-g">ABS</span> to cut into ‘em.
“Don’t be stupid, Stan.” Sybil says shaking her head, “I’ll just butcher you with a <span class="mu-b">RADIANT BLADE.</span> Err–if I <span class="mu-i">HAVE</span> to, that is!”
Great, you nod, guess everyone’s got things figured out! Resuming what might be your death march, the theatrics are put on hold by your Goth pal shouting for you to stop!
“Stan!” She repeats, “The <span class="mu-b">GLAMOUR</span> spell! You don’t even need to walk in–not, well, <span class="mu-i">you</span>, at least!”
“Yeah!” Mitzi nods, “Let us handle things for once!”
“Famous last words…” Ly remarks as you mull over Sybil’s idea in your head.
When you open your mouth again, you ultimately decide to:
>GO BY YOURSELF. THE OTHERS CAN BURST IN TO SAVE THE DAY INDEPENDENTLY!>GO BY YOURSELF, BUT HAVE SOMEONE SHADOW YOU! (WHO?)>GO WITH THE SYB DOLL! YOU CAN USE A LITTLE MAGIC!>GLAMOUR SOMEONE! THEY CAN PRETEND TO BE YOU! (WHO BESIDES SYBIL?)>SCREW IT–LET’S JUST STORM THE DAMN PLACE!>WRITE-IN! 