>>6122573Your fear subsides at a glacial pace as the abomination laps up the remaining dregs like an eldritch tabby cat… your limbs paralyzed and looped around the pipes long after the beast departs through the hole it emerged from! Wh-what, you stammer, tripping over every syllable as you rattle against the pipes like an old-timey alarm clock, was th-that…
“Oh him?” Smirks Obber as he clambers down to the damp, sticky, but no longer flooded warehouse floor, “That’s Bitzer–he’s the Plant Manager. If I had a bell every time he pulled me outta’ the fire, hoo…”
Clearing a very wet and phlegmy throat and spitting its contents onto the freshly-cleaned floor, the warehouse worker’s brusque demeanor returns like it never left! “So you want some scheckt, do ya?”
Y-yea, you nod, falling off the pipes and landing on your face like a kid taking a spill at a playground, Obber needed some for his barrels, or something?
The current Obber blinks his bulbous eyes in confusion. “What, the <span class="mu-i">SUGAR</span> Obber? What the Hells would <span class="mu-i">he</span> need scheckt for? I can’t <span class="mu-i">make</span> scheckt without sugar!”
Wait, there’s <span class="mu-i">another</span> Obber?
“The Ruuppaa-making Obber!” Replies Tzah-Tzie as she tries her best to help you to your feet!
“Ohhhh,” Nods the scheckt seller, “Well now <span class="mu-i">THAT</span> makes more sense! I just sold him some, though! You’re telling me he needs <span class="mu-i">MORE</span>?”
It’s a rush order, you explain as you struggle to detach your slightly-scheckty hand from your cheek, for an Innkeeper! His tavern was attacked by assassins!
Obber rolls his bowling ball-sized eyes. “Good grief… always with the <span class="mu-i">assassins…</span>”
Hey, you interject, it’s the truth!
“I never said it wasn’t!” The warehouse worker fires back! “It’s all you hear about these days–assassins this, assassins that… I’m clearly in the wrong business if there’s so many people needing killing!”
Yea, it’s a real stumper, you nod, ultimately deciding to abandon your hand extraction efforts, so can he give Obber some scheckt, please?
“Sure I can!” Nods Obber, “Once I get some replacement <span class="mu-b">SCHECKT SUGAR,</span> that is!”
A fresh stinging in your eyes heralds the approach of tears as you push for clarification. Wait, you mutter, he needs something <span class="mu-i">too</span>?
“Take a whiff, boy!” Obber replies as his stocky eyes sweep across the desolate factory, “How’my supposed to make more scheckt without my sugar? Just run down to <span class="mu-b">DOCK 118</span> and ask for Obber–he’ll have the stuff I need!”
“Don’t worry, Ant,” Tzah-Tzie begins, patting your non-stuck arm with a reassuring coo, “This just means we have more material! For ballaaaaaads~ That’s plural, by the way-”
“<span class="mu-s">COMIN’ THROUGH!</span>”
>CONTD. 