Sensing danger, Lil’ Stanley retreats into your pocket! “Errr, Stan? You choke on a chip?”
Lingering in place, you don’t answer Ly, or rather you CAN’T. After everything TIM’s done… after all he’s put you through… everything in your body–your being–your VERY SOUL tells you to kick the door open with a snappy one-liner!
But you just can’t do it. It’s what he expects–what he KNOWS you’ll do!
Also you’ll totally hurt your leg on this thing–it’s like, five times bigger than you! Seven, TOPS!
So instead of breaking the door down, you do the opposite–the UNTHINKABLE:
You knock.
No answer.
You knock again.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IeYWfOXZp7QFilling the hall with an unearthly creak, the two doors slowly swing inward as if the bony bastard had just heard you! Just when your eyes are starting to adjust to the darkness inside, a circle of skull torches give you a hand! Flickering to life with a chorus of unsettlingly-human screams, you slowly realize that you’re not looking at torches, but skeletons strung up like Halloween decorations!
“Weeeellll now!” Begins a distant voice that sends a fresh chill down your spine, “Learning manners RIGHT before our meeting? Now THAT’S what I call HUMERUS!”
Past the ring of skeletal tiki torches and across the glass floor covering the tower of bones from the lower levels sits an all-too-familiar figure in a macabre throne held together by several shaking skeletons! Resting his yellowed cheekbone on his knuckles, TIM’s bony tentacles flit idly around him as his glowing red eye regards you with eager amusement!
“Well don’t just STAN there, LAZYBONES… come in!”
An invisible force drags you towards the lich as the doors slam shut behind you! Glancing at the bone-molded ceiling towering high above you, the unseen force deposits you a scant few feet away from TIM’S throne–close enough that you can feel the icy air emanating from his wicked form!
“Y’know… for a JANITOR you certainly know how to make a MESS of things… if I’d known you were going to deliver yourself straight to me, well…” the lich explains with an evil cackle, “I wouldn’t have bothered springing that trap in the Drive-aah, what am I saying? OF COURSE I WOULD HAVE!”
Whipping his skull back in mirthful laughter, his voice ricochets around the chamber!
“Now then…” He hisses with a hint of bemusement in his tone, “Can I get ya’ anything? Snack? Drink? How about a BACK MASSAGE? These phalanges are MAGICAL, you know!”
How do you respond to this twisted S.O.B?
>IT’S OVER, TIM!>JUST SHOOT THE ASSHOLE. SCREW PLEASANTRIES!>WHERE’S BORIS?>HE REALLY DIDN’T THINK THIS THROUGH, DID HE?>WRITE-IN! 