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Removing Kiki’s note from the side of the soup bowl, you deftly crumple it up and spike it into a nearby waste basket!
… whoops, missed. Let’s try that again.
Damn it.
<span class="mu-i">SHIT!</span>
“Can you just <span class="mu-i">put</span> it in already so we ca-”
Hold on, Ly, this is the on-alright nevermind let’s just put it in. Empowered by your current outfit, you skillfully place the waste inside the basket before returning to the bowl of soup sitting on your end table. As you pick it up, you hear again the sound of claws skittering across linoleum along with the telltale crumple of a bag of chips.
Guess you aren’t getting <span class="mu-i">those</span> back, are ya?
Creeping over to the bathroom door, you gently push it shut as the room fills with the sound of rapid crunching.
“Dat ain’t gonna hold her, ya’ know.” Ly whispers as you back away towards the hallway. No, you shrug, but it’ll be <span class="mu-i">really tricky</span> for her to get it open–just imagining that image puts a smile on your sleepy face!
Soup in hand, you march with purpose down the hall of bedrooms–noting that most of the doors appear to be closed.
“Guess da’ others followed our example, huh?” Guess your bones. Good, you nod, they’re <span class="mu-i">learning!</span>
With how quiet it is, you nearly drop your bowl to the floor when you find that you aren’t alone!
“Put the claw away, Stan!” Tucker admonishes in a hushed tone! “You’re gonna wake her!”
Whoops, you whisper, force of habit! Retracting your <span class="mu-g">BONE CLAW,</span> you follow Tucker’s finger over to Kiki’s small, peaceful form half-standing, half-slumped over a freshly-cleaned kitchen counter next to the oven. Is she, uh, is she okay?
“We tried to help clean up,” Eddie explains, revealing himself leaning against the back wall, “but she did the, uh… the <span class="mu-i">knife</span> thing.”
Both Eddie and Tucker’s eyes drift towards a particularly menacing-looking blade embedded in the wall not too far from your head. <span class="mu-i">Oh.</span>
“You gonna eat that?” Eddie asks as he gestures to the bowl in your hands. “Just chuck it in the microwave–she won’t mind.”
Chef Kiki gently snores as you make your way over to the microwave and shove your leftovers inside. Plugging in what you assume to be a decent amount of time, you lean against an empty space on the counter and turn your attention towards your three favorite looters!
>CONTD.
