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Right now the primary goal is to not mess things up more than they already are. In a weird way, you are in a safe-zone sandwich between two big problems.
Back of the Pizzeria is likely a hundred-scale death. That thing is massive, and nothing short of a shotgun would so much as deter it.
You think. You don’t really want to find out.
In front of you, using its arms to scrape ahead in weak jerks, the Canine is pulling itself towards the center of the Party Room, dragging itself under a table, liberally spilling 'blood' with every movement. The table rattles, the creature seemingly in shock. Its legs are twisted into the mangled gap of the broken Hall Gate, you’d need a pretty strong tool to yank them out.
You wonder if Foxy will be functional tomorrow, you're not getting close enough to analyze the damages unless you have to.
Keeping away from the 'Canine' table, you move further into the Party Room, hugging the Wall as the rare impact sways the building as the Tentacle Thing continues smashing it with no real sense of urgency.
If you had a sense of smell, you'd assume it'd likely reek of barnacles, or salt, or rotting fish. Something of that sort of briny, gross nature...
On the upside, there’s no giant pit of acid yet.
