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Some of the Hive asks the other Hive if they've heard of Castlevania, while another portion of the Hive tries to remind the other portions of the Hive that they could all die very shortly. Some of the Hive laughs at this, embracing the absurdity.
Which reminds some of you, if this fails, you'll need a way out. A distraction, ideally.
<statement>JJ, I need you to go to the Kitchen.
>"Please don't-”
<statement>-And fill as many water balloons as you can carry, if this fails I'll need you to distract it so we do not die. Are you a good throw?
>"I don't have hands!”
<statement>We'll have to work with what we've got. Meet us there?
JJ slowly lets go, struggling a bit with the idea.
>"Just to the Kitchen and back-I... I can handle that, I'll be back lickity split!"
Fearing she'd lose her nerve, JJ rushes back to the shadowy retreat of the Kitchen to get you some water balloons.
Steeling yourself for the biggest threat yet-
You're going to Die if this thing gets you. The Hive is making sure the Hive is well aware this is the Night death is most likely. The rest of the Hive is aware, but keeps going, spinning the Whip-Blade in a constant circle in an attempt to put focus literally anywhere else.
On approaching IT-- Hell, it's just a black-purple mass of moist, writhing tentacles. Its face is deep within the center of this creature, about fifteen feet tall and with the width of an RV. It tops the ceiling of your Pizzeria. How many trees did it fell to get here?
You approach it, it doesn't care, slamming another tentacle through the destroyed back wall... Crunching against the back of the Restroom. 3 or 4 AM and the whole back half will collapse, and this Thing isn't moving.
No snark, no one-liners. Don't piss it off, hurt it and try to make it run away.
...
You move close, grateful you have no sense of smell, and prepare for it as it squelches with slow, writhing movements.
A few broad circles of the chain, getting all the force you can before-
>SCLKK!!
The blade embeds into a thick tentacle root which spasms wildly, you hear a high pitched, tinnitus inducing shriek from the hit. It jerks backwards with deliberate speed, facing your general area but not at you. Bright blue blood squirts from the wound with frightening force-
In what seems purely reactionary, a tentacle slams down roughly in your direction-- and hits a few feet to the left. You struggle but maintain your balance as the ground shakes-
This is it. It can be hurt, you know that now, but...
Can you really do this?
