>>5326317“<span class="mu-r">Should… should I not call you that?</span>” The demon asks with wide, apologetic eyes! No, you frown, she’s not your damn sister, okay!? You don’t know what the hell she is, but she’s… she’s not <span class="mu-i">THAT</span>, so quit it! Now then, you segue with growing frustration in your voice, anyone wanna pitch a good way to ice this thing?
“<span class="mu-r">Wait… these are your friends, right?</span>” Asks the demon as she glances in your pal’s direction.
Ehh, you shrug, <span class="mu-i">kinda</span>...
“<span class="mu-r">Well shouldn’t they have a say in whatever decision you make here?</span>”
“Wait, is she actually asking us for <span class="mu-i">our</span> opinion?” Art asks in an incredulous tone! “Syb,snap out of it! We’re actually being <span class="mu-i">listened</span> to for once!”
“<span class="mu-i">So I heard…</span>” Replies The Goth in a drowsy voice. “<span class="mu-i">She sounds nice, Stanley…</span>”
“<span class="mu-r">Of course I am!</span>” Grins the <span class="mu-r">DEMON.</span> You know, from <span class="mu-r">HELL?! “I feasted on some of your soul, Si-err, STANLEY, so I might have accidentally absorbed a few of your kinder traits…</span>”
“Yea?” Art asks suspiciously, “Like what, exactly?”
“<span class="mu-r">Well I have an inkling of who you all are…</span>” Replies <span class="mu-r">DEMON STAN</span> with a genial smile! “<span class="mu-r">You’re Art, of course, one of Stan’s earliest allies, Sybil’s over there–Stanley’s best friend! I hope you aren’t too hurt, by the way!</span>”
“<span class="mu-i">Eeh…</span>” The Goth replies as she wiggles on the ground, “Life is pain, so I’m used to it.”
“<span class="mu-r">And this must be Talbot!</span>” The demon continues as she smiles at the dumb oaf standing behind you, “<span class="mu-r">I see…</span>”
“Hey uh,” Talbot mutters as he scratches the back of his head, “Crazy idea here, but since you know so much about Stan’s thoughts, why don’t you share a few? Y’know, so we know you’re not uh… lying. Yea.”
“<span class="mu-r">Well of course!</span>” The demon chirps, her arm and leg stumps still churning out black bubbles into the water! “<span class="mu-r">If it’ll help my chances of staying, well-</span>”
Oh crap, you hiss to yourself, she’s gonna say <span class="mu-r">EMBARRASSING CRAP!</span>
As the demon opens her mouth, you hope to whoever’s watching you upstairs that she doesn’t share how she feels about:
>ART!>SYBIL!>TALBOT!>ONE OF THE OTHERS ON THE BOAT (WHO?)>ALL OF THE PEOPLE HERE!>WRITE-IN! 