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You feel your heartbeat quicken as you stare at the ornate, massive doors, so much so that you find yourself slumping into a sitting position at the foot of the wall!
“You okay, sis?” Nats asks in a concerned tone.
Yea, you nod, but you’re not so sure about fuzz-face here… giving the raccoon a few scritches behind the ears, a pang of concern courses through your head as she responds with a quiet whine.
“Riiight, Curt got her with a spell, huh?” Ly remarks sympathetically. “Poor little furball…”
Running your fingers through her matted fur, you notice no signs of injury. Tough little cookie, ain'tcha?
The woodland critter’s ears perk up a bit at the word ‘cookie’ giving you an idea! Reaching into your voluminous pockets, you retrieve one of the countless bags of PICKLE CHIPS and cut it open with one of your claws! Shaking a few salty snacks into your outstretched palm, a wry grin forms on your face as your ‘pet’s’ nose twitches in anticipation! So THAT’S your game, huh, FATTY?
Chittering something mean in Raccoonish, she continues to feign nigh-catatonia in your arms even after you gently shove a chip into her mouth! After letting you stew for a few minutes, the raccoon finally relents and snatches the whole bag out of your hands!
“Well,” Ly muses as you let the woodland critter take the chips, “She recovered quick, didn’t she?”
She’s tougher than she looks, you reply as you scratch her belly! Helped take down Curt too!
“She sure did!” Nats agrees as the raccoon stuffs her whole head into the bag, “Do um… do you think she’ll be okay against TIM, though?”
Lil’ Stanley’s eyes widen in fear at the sound of the lich’s name!
“Dat’s a universal sign if I ever saw one!” Says Ly. “Y’know, we could always have her link up wit’ da’ others if we really wanted…”
Responding with a noncommittal shrug, a light growl escapes your stomach as you watch the raccoon scarf down the bag of chips. Hey, mind sharing a bit w-
A hiss escapes the bag the critter’s head is stuck in. FINE! Reaching into your pocket once more, your hand wraps around a familiar shape–one resembling a small, wrapped SKULL!
Fishing the item out, you feel a cold chill run down your spine as you stare at the REAPER LOLLIPOP you got ages ago!
“Where’d DAT’ come from?” Asks your skeleton as you unwrap it. You got it in DEATH’S OFFICE, you reply as if he’d just asked how school went today!
“Wait, wha-”
Sticking the lollipop into your open mouth, you’re pleasantly surprised at the tangy flavor that spreads through your mouth! BLACK CHERRY, you remark, top shelf!
Little did you know it’d be the last sensation you’d ever enjoy. Not long after opening it, your impromptu repose against the wall becomes your permanent resting place. Try as she might to wake you, Lil’ Stanley’s efforts ultimately prove to be in vain.
Your friends never find your corpse, but TIM sure does!
THE END
