>>5261646You’ve gotta admit–you would have been pretty P.O’ed if Syb’s <span class="mu-b">FIREBALL</span> didn’t work down here, especially after all of that buildup! To your immense pleasure, however, and to your fishy friend’s <span class="mu-i">dis</span>pleasure, a massive streak of bubbles bursts forth from Sybil’s extended hand! Hissing and fizzing towards the mermaids, the boiling water laps at where you assume their heels would be as the two make a break for it!
Before they can flee, however, you’re already sucking them back in! Roaring to life once more, your <span class="mu-g">BACKUUM</span> reels your foes in like, well, <span class="mu-i">fish</span>! As the bubbles catch up with them, the mermaids slow down a bit as they realize what’s happening.
“Hey… this <span class="mu-i">hurts</span>!” Guppy giggles as her scales start to flake and peel from her lower half!
“Yea!” Kelpie nods, “A <span class="mu-i">LOT!</span>”
Something inside you argues that you should probably feel worse about watching these two disintegrate, but prior experience tells you these sick fucks are totally enjoying it.
Also, screw em’--they were gonna feed you to a freaky tentacle mom thing!
Madly giggling as they’re flash-boiled by Syb’s <span class="mu-b">FIREBALL,</span> the mermaid’s laughter slowly morphs into a dry cackle as the heat engulfs their heads as well. Disappearing into a cloud of steam and blood, by the time Guppy and her assistant reemerge, they look ready to be served with a side of fries and coleslaw.
Naturally, Lil’ Stanley tackles and starts gnawing on them mere <span class="mu-i">seconds</span> after the two hit the ground. Switching off your vacuum, you give Syb a thumb’s up. Stick a fork in ‘em–they’re <span class="mu-i">done</span>.
“I suppose that settles that…” She remarks as you snatch up your pet and the <span class="mu-g">SEA CLOAK</span> wrapped around her! “Shame, though–I’ll admit I’m a bit curious as to what they meant by ‘<span class="mu-i">forbidden zone</span>’...”
They told you enough, you reply, relishing the ability to talk again, they called it ‘<span class="mu-i">forbidden</span>’--that means you aren’t gonna get ambushed by any more of those creeps if you keep moving!
“Perhaps.” Sybil shrugs as she prods Guppy’s steamed corpse with her boot. “But I shudder to think what qualifies as a place that even <span class="mu-r">THE DEEP MOTHER</span> won’t go.”
Not your problem, okay? Stuffing your pet raccoon into your pockets before it can maul you, you set your sights on greener pastures–namely your next move.
>CONTD. 