Yea, you reply as you give the passage a good, long stare, you <span class="mu-i">SHALL.</span> Immediately glancing over to Talbot as he samples a bit of seaweed clinging to the cannon’s hull, you snap your fingers a few times to get his attention and point him towards the hatch. That’s right, you mutter as he sends a confused look your way, <span class="mu-i">he’s</span> leading the way!
“Heh!” He responds, confusion swiftly melting away into that trademark bravado of his, “No sweat–<span class="mu-i">I’LL</span> protect you guys!”
Leading the charge, the tracksuited terror squeezes into the hatch with an excited Lil’ Stanley in tow! Continuing down the line, you snap and point at Art, then Syb, and finally you!
“Don’t think we needed a snap, cupcake.”
And that’s why you aren’t running this shitshow, Ly. As your pals clamber inside, your ears are immediately <span class="mu-i">WRACKED</span> by a horrible sound!
“Christ,” Talbot groans from the head of the train, “Do you need, like, some <span class="mu-i">water</span> or something, man?”
“Sorry…” Art mutters between hoarse, heavy breaths, “I uh… I don’t do well in tight spaces.”
“Just focus on your breathing, Artie,” Sybil coos from behind him, “It’ll only take a few minutes.”
“Take it from me, man,” Talbot scoffs as the four of you follow the conduit deeper, “Vents look scary, but they’re actually pretty comfy once y<span class="mu-s">UH AHH AAAAAH!</span>”
A surprisingly shrill shriek bursts from Talbot’s lips as he flops backwards in the vent ahead of you! As Syb illuminates the shaft with magic and Art struggles to maintain his calm breathing, you barely manage to react in time as Lil’ Stanley comes scurrying like a bat outta’ hell over to you! Squeezing past your legs, the woodland critter hisses as you finally see Talbot’s assailant–or rather… <span class="mu-i">assailants!</span>
“Goddamn thing’s on my friggin’ <span class="mu-i">FACE!</span>” The janitor howls as he tugs at a star-shaped creature attached to his cheek! Before he can help, Art is also accosted by several more of the beasts as they shuffle menacingly through the vent!
“<span class="mu-s">S-STARFISH!” Art yelps as Talbot frantically rolls around trying to detach them, “Lots!”
Worse than that, you mutter as you skewer one of the attackers on your <span class="mu-g">BONE CLAWS,</span> they’re…
They’re <span class="mu-r">KILLER STARFISH!</span>
https://youtu.be/eFAaxkc03T8Charging your team like a swarm of star-shaped bees, the <span class="mu-r">KILLER STARFISH</span> leap with the speed of pumas as they bare their lamprey-like teeth! Freaky!
“Damn… sonnova… friggin bastard starfishes…”
Thankfully your marching order seems to have paid off–though he clearly isn’t enjoying it, Talbot acts as a remarkably good meatshield! Though several of the little bastards cling to him like burrs, his <span class="mu-g">GOODBOYNIUM REACTIVE ARMOR</span> keeps his flesh safe from their hungry jaws!
Doesn’t stop him from screaming, though. What a DIVA!
>CONTD.</span> 