Feeling Ly fade from your body, you fight through the pain, fatigue, and nausea long enough to throw yourself onto the skull! <span class="mu-i">NO</span>, you groan, <span class="mu-i">no you DON’T!</span>
Pinning it with your body, you hug the glowing skull close to your chest as it continues to grow brighter and brighter!
“<span class="mu-i">Don’t…</span>” Echoes Ly in a voice that sounds miles away, “<span class="mu-i">Don’t ever give up, Stan…</span>”
You <span class="mu-i">AREN’T</span>, okay?! Now just hold tight while you figure this thing out! Wrestling with <span class="mu-r">TIM’S</span> skull, you realize that it doesn’t seem to be turning into a monster or anything… in fact, you daresay it’s…
It’s just a <span class="mu-i">container</span>.
“<span class="mu-i">I…</span>” concludes Ly’s departing voice, “<span class="mu-i">I’ll always support you…</span>”
<span class="mu-s">NO</span>, you shout, sending a spike of pain shooting through your body, don’t even <span class="mu-i">THINK</span> of saying stuff like that! Not <span class="mu-i">NOW</span>, damn it!
You don’t get a response. Lying on the layer of bones blanketing the chamber, you barely even react to the frigid winds rushing in through the holes and buffeting your limp form. Ly, you repeat, don’t… don’t do this, please…
But the chamber remains silent save for the humming of the glowing blue skull in your arms…
<span class="mu-b">LY LOST</span>
… until something else approaches from above…
https://youtu.be/mHjH3DyKChUPowerless to react, your eye catches some movement from outside the chamber, and before you know it a familiar figure descends from above like a spider closing in on a trapped fly. Keeping out of view of your <span class="mu-g">LASER EYE,</span> <span class="mu-r">BORIS</span> closes in on your impromptu resting place with a familiar <span class="mu-r">GOLD MASK</span> on his face and a <span class="mu-r">REVOLVER</span> on his toolbelt next to a <span class="mu-r">TELESCOPING MOP.</span>
Typical, you spit as you struggle to crane your aching neck, couldn’t bother showing up earlier, could he?
Rather than answer, <span class="mu-r">BORIS</span> responds with a long, drawn out sigh before fiddling with his headphones…
And turning them <span class="mu-s">OFF.</span>
“Heya, bumblebee,” he says in his usual carefree tone, “‘Fraid the game’s over.”
Turning to get him in eye range, your gesture’s met with a sound ‘<span class="mu-s">THWACK</span>’ to the side of the head!
“Easy now, Stannie,” Continues Boris as he deftly sheathes his <span class="mu-r">TELESCOPING MOP</span> back into his belt, “Keep that up and someone might get hurt, get me?”
You don’t… and you never will.
>CONTD. 