Quoted By:
There is temptation to bunker down, to let wild, silly little thoughts of the Hive drift away the Hours and pray the bad Thing out there will go away.
But this is impractical, and also the product of what could likely be called a terrible work-ethic.
Some of the Hive consider JJ, and the three possible outcomes with her as of this immediate moment:
She is either trapped alone, she is some nightmarish form of herself, or she is an Octopus.
You doubt the latter but stranger things have probably happened.
Steeling yourself, you unlock the door and run for your fucking lives.
...Which is more of a power-walk with a limp, you're able to see out the broken Wall that is surrounding your Pizzeria.
---
That's not JJ.
---
A tentacle whips overhead, you duck before it can knock said head off your shoulders. It doesn't even seem to be aiming at you intentionally. It drags across the Wall to your left, splintering bits of wood before slowly withdrawing back into the Wood.
You don't even know if it's self aware, as you rush and manage to stop right after you pass the broken Hall Gate.
It had a face.
Oily discharge is liberally spilled from the Gate to the Party Room.
>WHAM--KRR-KRRK!!
The weird Thing slams against the Wall again, you hear wood splinter...
