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If anyone told you a week ago that you’d be be in Atlantis frantically chasing your glowing skeleton through a gauntlet of tentacles, fangs, and volatile magical energy alongside a raccoon, a mage, an ex-murder machine, and a weeb, you’d probably order whatever they were drinking! And fail, given how reliable your fake ID’s been in the past.
The truth, as they say, is stranger than friction, however, and as you duck and weave through the rapidly-multiplying demonic tentacles and claws currently trying to eviscerate you, it dawns on you that you might have been given a raw deal here.
“<span class="mu-s">KEEP MOVING, DAMN IT!</span>”
Oh, right. Eager to not be killed either, Talbot shoves you from behind, not that you needed any extra motivation! As you start to feel the leaking <span class="mu-b">RAW MAGIC</span> tingle against your boots, you approach another straightaway in the path you hope leads to freedom.
“A little more, folks! Move dem’ drumsticks!”
Encouraging you to push on like a very confused personal trainer, Ly whips around one last corner and lets out a triumphant ‘<span class="mu-s">BINGO!</span>”
Normally you’d be pissed at him for spoiling the surprise, but you opt to let it go this time! Turning the corner after him, you lay your eyes on the proverbial ‘<span class="mu-i">prize</span>’: another elevator just waiting to be boarded!
“Oh man, <span class="mu-i">please</span> don’t crap out on us…” Groans a very-weary Art from behind his gas mask!
“Would it <span class="mu-i">kill</span> you to not invite calamity for once!?” Sybil roars as she blinks onto the platform ahead of you! Sliding onto the elevator next to her, you wait until Talbot slips in as well before going for the button with a resounding ‘<span class="mu-s">HANG ONTA’ SOMETHIIIIIIIING!</span>’
“... You <span class="mu-i">missed</span> it.” Art scoffs in defeated disbelief. “How the <span class="mu-i">hell</span> did you miss the button!?”
It was at a funny angle, alright!? Sticking your tongue out at the Rent-A-Cop, you give the whole ‘button-pressing’ thing another go! Activating it with a reassuring ‘<span class="mu-i">beep</span>’, your pals laugh triumphantly as the lift lurches upwards while you wave bye-bye to the approaching demons!
Goin’ uuuuuup!
You get about two feet higher before the elevator’s control panel fizzles and sparks with red energy!
“No…” Art mutters as the panel flickers and the platform sinks back towards where it started, “Me and my big mouth…”
“Great going, <span class="mu-i">Art</span>,” Sneers Talbot as he gives the security goon’s helmet a noogie, “Now we’re gonna <span class="mu-i">DIE</span>!”
“Technically only our <span class="mu-i">bodies</span> will die,” Sybil helpfully adds as she charges up some magical energy in her hands, “Our <span class="mu-i">souls</span> will stay alive… but they’ll probably torture and feast on those until the end of the multiverse, so…”
“Hey uh, if I already <span class="mu-i">sold</span> my soul… am I good?” Asks Talbot as a pack of hungry demons charge forward to meet you at the landing.
“Ask me later if we survive!” Snaps The Goth!
>CONTD.
