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As you contemplate which teammate you wanna send to their potential, and most likely <span class="mu-i">very painful</span> death, a thought occurs–you got that one trick from <span class="mu-r">CLAYTON,</span> right?
“The creepy doppelganger thing?” Art asks with a frown. “Yea, that might work.”
It’ll work much better than Denise wearing his helmet, you reply with a shrug!
“<span class="mu-i">G-good j-joke… h-heheheeh…</span>”
Who’s laughing? Motioning for the gang to stand back, you quietly instruct them to keep their eyes on the area–there’s no telling what’s gonna happen when you pull this stunt! Taking a deep breath as the others spread out accordingly (while still remaining hidden, which looks kinda silly), you feel the air pressure change around you as tiny, gossamer bone particles drift from your body and slowly take the form of…
“Hah, now there’s <span class="mu-i">THREE</span> of ‘em! Get it?!” Talbot jokes, earning an elbow to the gut! Zip it, dick! You’re doing a <span class="mu-b">GHOST RUN,</span> remember!?
As you were narrating, the bone particles gather and take the form of your spitting, and dare you say <span class="mu-i">spicy</span> image. As your doppelganger gives you a toothy grin, the rest of the team watches in disbelief as it dutifully jogs off towards the <span class="mu-g">APC!</span>
Finally emerging from her impromptu feast in the back of the van, <span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY</span> watches ‘you’ depart with a look of complete and utter confusion on her fuzzy, crumb-flecked face! Hah! What a stupid animal!
“Wow,” Mitzi mutters as she, Eddie, and Talbot watch a bit <span class="mu-i">too</span> intently, “Looks like the real thing, alright…”
Yea, you snarl as your not-so-better half reaches the vehicle, now quit gawking and keep your eyes peeled! There’s no telling what-
“<span class="mu-i">THERE!</span>”
Following Art’s finger as it suddenly jabs forward, you just barely spot a flicker of movement from atop the building adjacent to the <span class="mu-g">DOG HOTEL!</span> W-what is it!?
“No clue. Shut up.” Hisses the Rent-A-Cop as you and the others wait patiently. Is it a dog?!
“I don’t <span class="mu-s">know!</span>”
Okay, jeez–no need to get <span class="mu-i">testy</span>!
>CONTD.
