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“Nope, you’ll have to hide.” You have no other option but to do something that some bad-intentioned people would call ‘stupid.’ You push Carol up with your legs into the air, then move your bedsheets over her spinning body to hide her from view! “Stay quiet.”
“<span class="mu-i">Mhmhm?!</span>” Carol’s muffled voice sounds like complaining, you’re glad that you can’t hear her. She struggles like a ghost forced to face gravity. You pet her to calm her down, but you think you’re touching the wrong curvature. You’ll ignore it, the call must happen now.
You assume the girl outside is Clutz because – if Carol was right – the TV trivia was Emily’s idea, so she’d be the last one to ditch it. With your phone in hand, you dial her number.
“Clutz, dear, are you the one knocking on the door?” You ask with a shriveling voice.
“Manager? Why do you sound like a granny? Do you need some water?” Clutz sounds concerned. The noise by the door stops.
“I’m good, sweetie, just a little tired. Thank you for asking.” You continue your charade. “You’re the one outside, right?”
“Mind opening the door then…?” Clutz doesn’t believe you’re fine. I mean, you might be a little crazy, but not nuts.
“I can’t, dear, these old knees are creaking.” You retort.
“Stop that, you’re not old.” Clutz dryly retorts. “I’ll open it myself.” And in the blink of an eye, the door opens.
“…How did you do that?” You don’t think she stole the card key, right? Your villainous idol couldn’t do something so dastardly.
“I used the Single-Sided Jiggler.” Vortexia shows her lock-picking tool. “…When did you become so fat?”
Vortexia points at the round Carol-shaped belly you have under your sheets.
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Debbie’s ghost is gone from the room by the way. Regardless, you need to respond.
<span class="mu-s">How do you respond?</span>
>“I ate more of the cake and this is what happened.” Come up with a wild story.
>“I’m hiding Carol under my sheets.” Admit your crimes.
>“I’m cosplaying as my favorite teacher.” Channel your inner Nina.
>“I have a pregnancy fetish.” Say something strange so she stops asking questions.
>“To see you better.” That’s how the story goes, right? She’s Clumsy Red Riding Hood, right?
>“Hold on, why bother to do the TV show trivia if you could barge in like that?” Question Vortexia’s thought process.
>Write In.
