>>5782613Heading down the hall, it doesn’t take long for you to remember why everyone’s partying outside–even with the threat banished, Rivka’s legacy lives on through the pools of cold blood slowly coagulating on the carpet and tiles that make up the mansion grounds… for a moment you consider grabbing a mop and cleaning some of it up when you remember that the police are on the way.
… not to mention the puddles of viscera might be the only way some partygoers are able to be identified. Wherever that blue-haired bitch went she’d better have gone <span class="mu-i">FAR</span>--if you ever find her again-
Your internal vow is cut short when you nearly crash into a familiar, and very unwelcome face attached to a head of red hair and rectangular glasses!
Stepping backwards into a defensive stance, you find yourself standing face-to-face with none other than <span class="mu-s">JAKE HORNSBY</span>... but while his expression in your past few interactions was filled to the brim with bitter confidence, the Vice-President now stands in front of you looking…
… <span class="mu-i">defeated</span>.
“Mr. Crash,” he begins in a voice lacking its usual luster, “I’ve been wanting to speak with you.”
Before you can reply, a red blur skids around the corner of the hall like a meteor and lands in between the two of you!
“<span class="mu-i">JAKE</span>!” Snarls Pepper as she prods her brother’s chest with an accusatory finger, “You’d better remember what we agreed on, bro!”
“We’ll be <span class="mu-i">fine</span>, Pep,” Her brother groans, “Just two gentlemen settling things, that’s all!”
The answer doesn’t satisfy the <span class="mu-s">RED MENACE</span>. Scoffing at her bedraggled-looking brother, Pepper turns towards you with an angry glimmer in her eye!
“Just say the word, sandcrab…” She snarls like a dog guarding a chew toy, “If he does anything… <span class="mu-i">ANYTHING</span>-”
You’ll be fine, you interject, just… just go grab a drink or something, okay? The girl’s expression softens a bit at the suggestion!
“Well I <span class="mu-i">HAVE</span> been craving a mimosa… you guys want one too?”
“No th… actually, yes, that sounds nice.” Replies Jake with a faint smile. “Thank you.”
You’ll have one too, you nod, prompting a cheerful wink from the girl! “Back soon! And remember, <span class="mu-s">NO BULLSHIT</span>, JAKE!”
Skipping down the hall humming a chipper tune, Pepper abandons you with her brother… the one that was ready to leave you in a shed for the rest of the night!
So, you sigh, what’s on the menu, huh? Another sucker punch? More <span class="mu-i">PINEAPPLE?</span>
With a weary sigh, Jake responds by removing his glasses and gently placing them into his breast pocket before tapping his cheek a few times.
Does… is he asking you to <span class="mu-i">KISS</span> him?!
“<span class="mu-s">WHAAAA!?!</span>” He sputters, “<span class="mu-i">N-NO!!</span> I… why would… no, damn it, I want you to <span class="mu-s">HIT</span> me, Crash! As hard as you can!”
Oh! Thank <span class="mu-i">GOD</span>! What do?
>HIT HIM!>NAH. SEEMS LIKE ENTRAPMENT.>JUST STAND THERE. >WHY DOES HE WANT THIS?>WRITE-IN! 