>>5425864The good news is that you missed the trembling PA–the bad news is that you missed the toilet, too… sending what little contents remained in your stomach all over yourself and the floor, you let out a weak ‘<span class="mu-i">s’cuse me</span>’ as Wendy drops the plate to the floor and runs for dear life!
Damn it, you groan as you try to salvage the food, well at least it didn’t land in the puke… snatching half of a cookie off the floor and wearily stuffing it into your mouth, you lie in the muck and reflect on the last few seconds as a familiar, but panicked voice returns to your head!
“<span class="mu-r">S-Stan, a-are you alright?!</span>”
No, Nats, you sigh as you dip your cookie in a small pile of mashed potatoes before chomping into it again, you’re <span class="mu-i">not</span>, apparently. And where the hell was she?
“<span class="mu-r">Y-you started shouting at someone…</span>” Stammers the demon as you swallow the unlikely combination and feel it burn all the way down your sore throat, “<span class="mu-r">I couldn’t get through to you, and when that g-girl came in…</span>”
Yea, you sigh, you uh… you think you get the picture.
“<span class="mu-r">... It was Him again, huh?</span>”
You nod.
“<span class="mu-r">I… I’m sorry, sis…</span>”
Yea, you frown, you’re sorry too…
“HoLY <span class="mu-s">SHIT</span>...” Muses another familiar voice attached to a pair of combat boots entering the bathroom, “Are you okay, Stan?”
Before you can respond, a tanned girl wearing a <span class="mu-g">SECURITY CHIEF’S</span> cap at a cocky angle peers around the corner and into your stall. Giving Mitzi a weak thumb’s up, your <span class="mu-g">HEAD OF SECURITY</span> wastes no time in helping you back to your feet!
>CONTD. 