>>24943958>In a short moment of clarity, you call out to the suit."Why are you doing this?" you ask, your voice much weaker and much less intimidating than you'd like. "What's your goal?"
>It laughs again.My g̨oal̀?͘
>It almost sounds offended, as if you should've already known the answer.Y͏o̢u̴ ͢ca͟n't g͜e͢t o͞u͢t҉ ̢of t̴h̛i͡s, s͞o I̛ gues̸s I̶ ćo̶uld̴ t͞ell yo͜u ̷at ͜lea͘st ̕t͘h͘at͝ ̡be̶for̕e ̷y͞o͏ur ͜m͝iǹd ̨tųrn͢s͘ ͢to ̛mush...
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̶M͘y ͝goal̢ ͘įs t̴o live. A͏nd I̧ ͟need y̶o̶u,͡ m̧y ͟d̢ea͏r, ̶t͘o ac͠hįe̢ve ̧th͢at͟!~
>Panic rises again, the "GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE" side of your mind taking hold once more.>Your mind is going to turn to mush?>Fuck! You can't fucking let this happen!>You attempt to wiggle yourself out of the costume, despite knowing it does nothing to help.>Even so, anything to slow it down. Though, it doesn't slow it down much.>You feel so weak.>If only Bro were here... He and Dede would always help you in a pinch.>You sure could use their help, right about now.>Wait, Bro!>The clouds covering your mind are shoved away for another moment."What the fuck did you to do Bro?!"
M̢an, you've got a str͏o̧ng͢e͢r ͟m̕íǹd ̸ tho̢u̶ght!̡ Most people aren't able to even move their b̵o͡d̷ie͠s,̴ ̢ąţ th͟is point..͜.
"ANSWER ME!" you yell, pulling against the suit with a sudden burst of strength.
Oh, stop throwing a F̴͟҉I͝͝T̀!̢̡
>It's angry now, and the goo takes a much stronger hold of you, preventing you from moving any more.You mean your useless P͏̶́E͘͠T̢͟͝? He didn't stand a c̶h̛a̡nce͢ against me!
I took care of him ea̶si͜ly. He's gone, buddy~ Gone fo̕re͏ver҉!͟~͏
But don't worry, yo͝ư'll ͜s͏ee ́h͞im̧ şoo͢n͟.̴
Besides...
It'̕s n͘ot͡ like̴ y͠ou ̛w̵on't̛ enjo̷ý i͟t҉, ́a̶f͠t̨er ͘al͏l!~̧
