>>5403619<span class="mu-i">Yea</span>, you stammer as you’re unceremoniously jolted back into reality, err, wait a sec! Fishing the <span class="mu-g">RADIO</span> out of your pocket, you stuff the <span class="mu-r">SKULL</span> in its place as you repeat your answer into the receiver!
“Oh thank <span class="mu-i">GODS</span>!” She gushes as you hear the sound of cheers behind her, “Stan, they’re here–the military… police… we’re all being evacuated! Where are you!?”
You uh, you begin as your current location speeds past a flock of very confused Canadian Geese, you’re still uh… up <span class="mu-i">here</span>.
All the levity in The Goth’s voice disappears as your words sink in. “<span class="mu-s">WHAT?</span>”
Yea, you sniff, you’re still falling. <span class="mu-r">TIM’S</span> dead, though–you even got his <span class="mu-r">SKULL.</span> Oh yea, <span class="mu-r">BORIS</span> is here too–say hi!
“Wait, but I tho-”
Just kidding, you interrupt with a hollow laugh, his ass is toast too! So, you segue as you feel the chamber shift below you, does that mean she and the others got out alright?
“Wha-well, <span class="mu-i">yes</span>, we never had to enter the <span class="mu-b">PORTAL,</span> but that’s not important!” She sputters as you and Lil’ Stanley scan the area for any means of escape, “Just… just stay there–Eddie will come with the VTOL a-”
As Sybil struggles to remain calm, you feel a pit form in your stomach as the remains of <span class="mu-r">TIM’S SANCTUM</span> start to turn! Shit, you hiss, you <span class="mu-i">really</span> coulda’ used those <span class="mu-g">BONE CLAWS</span> right about now!
Clawing at the bones like a cat trying to escape a bathtub, you and Lil’ Stanley share a look as the world around you goes topsy-turvy and you feel your feet leave the floor!
Well, you sigh as you go into a freefall, guess that’s that, huh?
Your raccoon flips you one last bird before you black out.
>CONTD. 