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Despite everything in your body protesting against it, Sybil’s bedraggled, but still menacing death glare gives you the motivation you need!
Oh, and the building caving in around you too. That definitely helps.
Lending The Goth a shoulder, it suddenly dawns on you just how hot things are getting when she recoils from your armor! Opting to float alongside you, Sybil leads the way to the service door at the end of hall illuminated by the aforementioned sign. Not bothering to waste any time, the door <span class="mu-s">CRASHES</span> open as your pal hits it with a telekinetic blast–the sound barely registering over the din of collapsing rubble and hissing pipes behind you!
“Nearly there!” She says as the two of you are greeted by a broom closet-sized room dominated by a heavy duty trap door. Fastened with some sort of puzzle lock, the killer’s skull lets out a rueful laugh as a layer of dust falls from above!
“Locked… if only you had time to solve i-”
“<span class="mu-i">Quiet</span>.” Sybil growls as she vaporizes the lock with her <span class="mu-b">RADIANT BLADE.</span> “After you, Stan.”
Yea, you mutter, as a positively <span class="mu-i">WRETCHED</span> smell tickles your nostrils, about that… taking a few cautious steps away from the foul pit, you give Syb an unsure glance–sh-shouldn’t <span class="mu-i">she</span> go first? She’s uh… she’s wearing a dress-like thing, after a-
“Forgive me, okay?”
Before you can ask for clarification, you get your answer in the form of a shove–one that sends you falling down the hatch and into…
Into….
Oh <span class="mu-i">MAAAAN…</span>
“Pull it together, kiddo,” Ly begins as you find yourself frozen like a statue in a damp, dimly-lit tunnel, “We’re just gonna find a ladder an’ climb back out!”
“Right.” Sybil agrees, gracefully landing behind you. “Think of it as a shortcut, Stan.”
Sure, you mutter, a <span class="mu-i">shortcut</span>... This place smells like that fighting game tourney Gus dragged you along to that one time and is probably <span class="mu-i">SWARMING</span> with m-m-mu…<span class="mu-r">T-THOSE THINGS,</span> but as long as it’s a <span class="mu-i">SHORTCUT</span>, then what do you have to worry about, right!?
“That’s the spirit.” Sybil replies with a wry grin. “Count yourself lucky you have that armor,” she adds as she leads the way forward, “the smell down here is… <span class="mu-i">unique?</span>”
<span class="mu-i">THAT’S</span> putting it mildly! Steeling yourself, your body goes into autopilot as you follow Syb’s lead–your mind trying and failing to focus on where your feet go rather than the dark corners and recesses all around you.
“There!” Sybil hisses as she points to a manhole and a ladder leading up to it, “Just a little further, Stan–you’re doing great!”
Yea, you mutter as you venture a glance at the tunnel around you, you <span class="mu-i">are</span> doing great, aren’t you? Say, maybe this isn’t so bad after all! In fact-
<span class="mu-s">BOOSH!</span>
>CONTD.
