>>5217964His Southern drawl sounds friendly, but you can’t help but pick up a little bitterness behind it–laying him flat on the gallery’s shiny granite floor, your heart skips a beat or two when you notice the sizable trail of blood you make dragging him around!
“F-fucker cut my hamstrings…” Teddy growls as he scowls at the deep wounds cut into the backs of his legs. “A-and the others…”
“<span class="mu-s">Don’t dawdle now, Stanley…</span>” Croons that annoying droning voice from the crusty speaker in the corner of the gallery room, “<span class="mu-s">One more question and we’re done…. The image is just about complete…</span>”
Chucking a rubber duck at the speaker with a dull ‘<span class="mu-i">squeak</span>’, you flip the bird at the voice as the door on the other end of the room unlocks with a cheerful ‘<span class="mu-i">beep</span>’ just like all the rest… and just like the last few, the door <span class="mu-i">behind</span> you begins crackling with electricity. Super.
“<span class="mu-s">Oh, and I think THESE particular subjects will be of particular interest to you.</span>” The voice continues. <span class="mu-i">Gus</span>...
“Th-the others…” Teddy mutters through a wet cough, “H-he’s got more in a storage area. N-not all of ‘em are alive, but…” Another cough. “Y-you’ve gotta…”
Yea, yea, you groan, you’ll put it on your <span class="mu-i">To-Do List</span>! You’ve got a lot on your plate already and whoever’s running this show doesn’t strike you as patient!
“<span class="mu-i">S-stan?</span>” Wheezes the second security goon lying amidst the trap rubble, “<span class="mu-i">I-is th-that you?</span>”
“Kid don’t sound good…” Ly remarks as you leave Teddy where he is. Nope, you agree as you spot similar wounds on the back of Cal’s legs, he <span class="mu-i">doesn’t</span>. And chances are there’s a lot more messed-up people to save, too. Not to mention ‘<span class="mu-i">You-Know-Who!</span>’
“I’ll keep an eye out for her.” Ly replies as he drifts away in his <span class="mu-g">ASTRAL FORM.</span> “An’ if I see anything else I’ll let ya’ know too. Just uh…” your skeleton remarks as you remove a few bits of debris and rubber duck from your <span class="mu-g">BONE CLAWS,</span> “just be careful, yea? Guys like dis’ do nasty stuff when cornered…”
Yea, you frown, what’s his deal, anyways? He’s probably not even a <span class="mu-r">LIEUTENANT</span> or anything, so is he just being a dick <span class="mu-s">ON PURPOSE!?</span>
“<span class="mu-s">Time’s ticking, Stanley.</span>” The voice gently reminds you. “<span class="mu-s">One. More. Question.</span>”
He’s right, of course, but what about these guys you just saved? How do you know he isn’t gonna, like, eat them or something the minute you leave? You’ve gotta do <span class="mu-i">something</span>, but what?
>CONTD.