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07-19-2024, 02:13 PM
Fatale...could probably use some company.
If she's not sick of me already, hah...
You waddle on over, sitting down and shuffling next to the bear. She looks over at you without moving her head, her expression tired.
If she's not sick of me already, hah...
You waddle on over, sitting down and shuffling next to the bear. She looks over at you without moving her head, her expression tired.
POLKA DOT: ...you okay?
FATALE: Why wouldn't I be?
FATALE: I'm fine.
POLKA DOT: I dunno, the whole-
She huffs before you can finish, burying her muzzle deeper into her knees.
FATALE: Please.
FATALE: I'm not so petty towards Roulette that I'll prioritize my pride during a fuck-up that significant.
FATALE: If anything, I'm...tumbling thoughts around in my head, as Devo would say.
FATALE: Trying to assess mistakes, and the like.
FATALE: Make some kind of improvement.
FATALE: ....
Fatale glances away again.
POLKA DOT: ...but that's not all, right?
FATALE: ..............
FATALE: You wouldn't get it.
POLKA DOT: I mean-
POLKA DOT: You could try me.
You try giving her a reassuring smile, to which she just sighs.
FATALE: It's this sense.
FATALE: I can feel it around the edges.
POLKA DOT: The...edges-?
FATALE: I told you you wouldn't get it-
POLKA DOT: No, I'm listening, just-
POLKA DOT: Yknow, you gotta explain it if I'm gonna get it.
Another huff.
FATALE: Okay. Fine.
FATALE: Around the edges.
FATALE: The edges of my consciousness. Of being "awake".
FATALE: When I'm not "out", it all goes dark.
FATALE: I don't know what happens. I am alive, but alone.
FATALE: My grip on- I don't know whether "reality" is the right word.
FATALE: But my grip on being present, it's...tenuous, at best.
FATALE: I take every step with the expectation that it may go away in an instant.
FATALE: And that I may not be able to come back.
FATALE: ...
FATALE: Like before. Swallowed by the dark.
POLKA DOT: But-
POLKA DOT: You came back now, right?
POLKA DOT: And you've been doing things! Meeting people!
POLKA DOT: Hanging out!
She shakes her head.
FATALE: I'm not discounting that.
FATALE: But as it stands- I have no way of knowing whether the encroaching...mind...void...or, whatever it is, will take me away for good.
FATALE: ...and I feel it.
POLKA DOT: Around the edges?
FATALE: Exactly, yes.
POLKA DOT: ....
POLKA DOT: So...you're worried you're not gonna come back if you get, uh- taken away?
FATALE: It's impossible to say. I came back this morning.
FATALE: ...but I can feel the pull.
FATALE: Someone else wants to be here. Or...is compelled to.
POLKA DOT: ...can you tell who?
FATALE: No. Not a clue.
You lean over, squinting at her. The bear backs up.
POLKA DOT: Accents are still red, so...
FATALE: ...I suppose that...reassures, a little bit.
FATALE: ....
FATALE: I...just hope it doesn't-
She shakes her head.
FATALE: I've run my mouth plenty.
POLKA DOT: You sure?
FATALE: ...I appreciate you listening to this much, at least.
FATALE: We don't talk about these things. At least- I can surmise, gauging from peoples' reactions.
FATALE: It...makes me feel like we're some kind of alien, sometimes.
FATALE: From a completely different planet. Speaking a different language.
FATALE: So. You doing this much helps.
POLKA DOT: ...glad to help that much, at least.
FATALE: Mm....
FATALE: You...shouldn't let me keep you up, though.
POLKA DOT: Yeah...you're gonna go hang with Roulette, right?
She looks a bit nervous, all of a sudden.
FATALE: I'd like to...
FATALE: But....
POLKA DOT: But?
FATALE: It said I was worrying too much.
FATALE: ...
FATALE: Maybe I should- I don't know.
FATALE: ...would you be willing to stay with it?
POLKA DOT: H-huh?!
FATALE: Well!
FATALE: I don't know!
FATALE: You! You managed to help me out-
FATALE: ...maybe you could help it too.
POLKA DOT: Wh-whoa, I mean-
...
Roulette and I-
I-
Are we...close? We barely know each other-
But...
....
..............
I...
You screw your eyes shut for a second and nod.
I want to talk with it more.
Good a chance as any. Worst that could happen is it says no.
...right?
Roulette and I-
I-
Are we...close? We barely know each other-
But...
....
..............
I...
You screw your eyes shut for a second and nod.
I want to talk with it more.
Good a chance as any. Worst that could happen is it says no.
...right?
POLKA DOT: I can...ask.
FATALE: Really?
POLKA DOT: Yeah.
POLKA DOT: I'd...like to know it better.
FATALE: Thank god...
FATALE: I owe you one, okay?
POLKA DOT: We don't even know if it'll agree to this yet.
FATALE: Still...thank you.
You get up slow, helping the bear out with a wing. She's shaky, still tired from the nightmarish past day or so you've had.
You swear you can feel her give your wing a brief squeeze before letting go- but it's so brief, you could just be feeling things.
Walking over to Roulette feels fairly nervewracking, even with it resting not too far away.
Roulette's lens is half-closed, resting comfortably with the car-weasel, which is practically in its lap at this point.
The weasel's eyes are closed,
its breath slow and easy,
torso rising up and down.
The car opens its eyes,
and looks up as you approach, prompting the bot to raise its head as well.
You swear you can feel her give your wing a brief squeeze before letting go- but it's so brief, you could just be feeling things.
Walking over to Roulette feels fairly nervewracking, even with it resting not too far away.
Roulette's lens is half-closed, resting comfortably with the car-weasel, which is practically in its lap at this point.
The weasel's eyes are closed,
its breath slow and easy,
torso rising up and down.
The car opens its eyes,
and looks up as you approach, prompting the bot to raise its head as well.
ROULETTE: ...Silk Ribbon.
ROULETTE: Did you need something?
POLKA DOT: I, uh-
POLKA DOT: I wanted to ask if you'd be cool, with, like-
POLKA DOT: Me and Fatale swapping.
POLKA DOT: She-
FATALE: I want to keep watch.
You blink at her.
FATALE: ...and give you some space.
Roulette looks between the two of you.
ROULETTE: It...isn't-
ROULETTE: I do not need anyone staying in my room with-
POLKA DOT: I know.
POLKA DOT: But...
POLKA DOT: I dunno. We've...we could talk.
POLKA DOT: God knows there's enough going on lately, huh?
ROULETTE: I-
It's quiet a few moments.
ROULETTE: Fatale.
It calls over.
ROULETTE: Would it help you feel better if Silk Ribbon stays with me?
FATALE: ...yeah.
ROULETTE: Will you be alright?
FATALE: Yeah.
FATALE: A good night's sleep will help us both.
ROULETTE: ...Alright.
It looks to you.
ROULETTE: Are you sure you are up for it?
ROULETTE: You do not have to do this for me.
ROULETTE: I imagine you would be more comfortable sleeping with Willow.
POLKA DOT: Oh, maybe...but...
POLKA DOT: I'm gonna give her a big kiss on the screen and hold her hand all day tomorrow as a compromise.
POLKA DOT: She'll get it.
ROULETTE: . . .
ROULETTE: ...If you are absolutely sure.
ROULETTE: It isn't necessary, but I still appreciate it.
ROULETTE: ...Actually, I should take care of something.
It tries to sit up.
The car turns and just looks at it, trying to settle back into its spot, despite the robot clearly trying to get up.
The car turns and just looks at it, trying to settle back into its spot, despite the robot clearly trying to get up.
ROULETTE: Well...
POLKA DOT: ...you really might be stuck with that thing, Roulette.
ROULETTE: . . .
ROULETTE: I worry about that.
ROULETTE: I do not think it would be good for it.
ROULETTE: ...I will figure something out.
ROULETTE: ...In the meantime, do you have any jerky?
POLKA DOT: I should back in my section...I'll go grab some.
POLKA DOT: Snacks for the sleepover.
POLKA DOT: ...or more specifically, the weasel.
A slight, tired chuckle comes from the bot, almost startling you.
ROULETTE: ...I appreciate that.
ROULETTE: . . .
ROULETTE: ...I very much hope it is not bad for it to be eating.
POLKA DOT: Sure doesn't slow it down...
POLKA DOT: Hang tight.
It nods.
As you leave, it looks over to Fatale.
You just barely catch the conversation.
As you leave, it looks over to Fatale.
You just barely catch the conversation.
ROULETTE: I am not upset at you. At all.
ROULETTE: I worry that you are worrying about that, but I might be worrying for nothing, I often am.
ROULETTE: ...If you need me, please let me know.
Fatale's voice is quiet, but...appreciative.
FATALE: ...you too.
Cross is deep in her book, barely noticing you when you walk up.
POLKA DOT: Heeeeey babe-
CROSSBONE: ....
Her pixel character peeks up.
CROSSBONE: That's the "possibly in trouble" voice.
POLKA DOT: No! No-
POLKA DOT: It's the "I may be having a sleepover with Roulette" voice.
CROSSBONE: ...really?
POLKA DOT: I-I know the timing's off-
You nearly jump as she suddenly reaches forward and grips your wings with a pleased beep.
CROSSBONE: No! This is perfect.
CROSSBONE: Roulette needs somebody for sure!
CROSSBONE: We can cuddle at any time, but-
CROSSBONE: It needs support! And it-
CROSSBONE: ....
She seems to stop herself for a moment.
CROSSBONE: I dunno!
CROSSBONE: It'd probably-!
CROSSBONE: I think you should do it.
POLKA DOT: You really sure...?
Your girlfriend nods so vigorously you swear her pixel character starts tumbling around in her screen.
CROSSBONE: Good luck!
CROSSBONE: I believe in you!
POLKA DOT: ...it's a sleepover.
CROSSBONE: Yeah, and you'll be great at it!
POLKA DOT: God, you're a nerd.
You pat her on the head and give her a little kiss, letting her recollect her book from its unseemly place on the floor.
POLKA DOT: ...thanks.
CROSSBONE: I will redeem consolation snuggles.
POLKA DOT: Didn't expect any less.
You make your way back over after scooping up your sleeping bag and some jerky, making sure to get enough to please the weasel car.
Hopefully.
Hopefully.
POLKA DOT: Alright, let's get this party started.
ROULETTE: Feel free to just take out one piece and hold it up, so I can...stop being under it.
You set your bag down and pick out a piece with a flourish, wiggling it over the weasel.
The weasel cautiously looks up, eyes widening.
It's hesitant to take it, but does move off of Roulette.
...Only to then snap up the jerky quicker than you can blink.
It tries to rush back over to its spot atop Roulette, only to see that the bot is now standing up.
After a moment of processing, it whines quietly at Roulette, with jerky in its muzzle.
Roulette, still moving with the sickle as a walking stick, turns back to look at the car as it follows along.
The weasel cautiously looks up, eyes widening.
It's hesitant to take it, but does move off of Roulette.
...Only to then snap up the jerky quicker than you can blink.
It tries to rush back over to its spot atop Roulette, only to see that the bot is now standing up.
After a moment of processing, it whines quietly at Roulette, with jerky in its muzzle.
Roulette, still moving with the sickle as a walking stick, turns back to look at the car as it follows along.
ROULETTE: I know.
ROULETTE: You can rest again when we're in my room.
It glances over at you.
ROULETTE: Give me a moment before you come in?
ROULETTE: You could check in on Tim, maybe. ...If he is not asleep yet.
POLKA DOT: Yeah! I'll go say gnight to him.
You give an awkward wave before making your way over to your canine companion, still by the fire.
The warmth immediately puts you at ease- and so does his sleepy expression.
The warmth immediately puts you at ease- and so does his sleepy expression.
POLKA DOT: Hey there.
POLKA DOT: You're looking cozy.
TIMOTHY: Surprised I can feel like it, after everything...
TIMOTHY: But I think I'm just happy to be with y'all again.
TIMOTHY: No more being separated for me! That's for sure.
POLKA DOT: ...I missed you too, man.
He looks up at you with an appreciative expression, reaching over and giving you a surprise hug.
It's warm, as expected- but just right, too.
You close your eyes and hug him back, squeezing him tight.
It's warm, as expected- but just right, too.
You close your eyes and hug him back, squeezing him tight.
POLKA DOT: No more being separated for me either.
TIMOTHY: And when we're in that damn place-
TIMOTHY: We're going to have a proper complaining session.
POLKA DOT: One of our bitchy nights?
TIMOTHY: Yes. And I'm not holding back.
POLKA DOT: They might not have good coffee to go with it like Laurie's.
TIMOTHY: I don't even need it. I'll go off without any assistance!
TIMOTHY: ...And then we'll laugh and cry about it.
POLKA DOT: Yeah. Just like before.
POLKA DOT: And, you know...
POLKA DOT: I'm gonna go hang out with Roulette tonight.
TIMOTHY: Huh!
POLKA DOT: Yeah. Sleepover time.
POLKA DOT: But, yknow-
TIMOTHY: Willow gonna be lonely?
POLKA DOT: Probably. At the very least, she's going to want to talk werewolves with someone.
TIMOTHY: Hmmm....
TIMOTHY: Hmmmmmmm...
TIMOTHY: Well, I suppose I'd be up for the challenge. The very real challenge of werewolf facts.
POLKA DOT: Thanks, Tim.
TIMOTHY: You got it.
Another hug.
POLKA DOT: ...alright, Roulette.
You pause outside of its curtain, giving Fatale- sitting a little ways away, but not much- a nod.
POLKA DOT: You ready for me to come on in?
It opens the way for you.
ROULETTE: Yes, if you're sure.
It makes its way back in, laying - nearly falling - onto its sleeping bag.
The weasel instantly plops down atop Roulette.
You drag your bag in and shuffle it into a good position, plunking down yourself.
The weasel instantly plops down atop Roulette.
You drag your bag in and shuffle it into a good position, plunking down yourself.
POLKA DOT: ...sup.
ROULETTE: . . .
ROULETTE: ...I have no idea at this point.
ROULETTE: I could not tell you if I tried.
ROULETTE: ...Yourself?
The tent's light dims as the fire reduces itself down to LED-glowing embers, just enough to keep the tent warm.
POLKA DOT: ...
H...
How am I doing?
What's up with me?
You realize you've barely thought about it- at least, not enough for what you should be doing.
There's-
There's a correct amount for that, right?
Of thinking about this kind of thing?
Ah, fuck-
You throw your wings into the air in an exaggerated shrug.
How am I doing?
What's up with me?
You realize you've barely thought about it- at least, not enough for what you should be doing.
There's-
There's a correct amount for that, right?
Of thinking about this kind of thing?
Ah, fuck-
You throw your wings into the air in an exaggerated shrug.
ROULETTE: ...Understandable.
The air is quiet.
Owls add noise to the night.
You feel stillness. For the first time in...you aren't sure how long.
Owls add noise to the night.
You feel stillness. For the first time in...you aren't sure how long.
ROULETTE: ...Polka.
ROULETTE: I need to tell you something.
Uh oh, am I-
....
................
...Polka?
Your eyes widen, frozen.
....
................
...Polka?
Your eyes widen, frozen.
POLKA DOT: Y-you, uh-
POLKA DOT: Hm!
ROULETTE: ...I apologize.
ROULETTE: I found out your name, through-
It's quiet again, thinking.
ROULETTE: You heard voices, as well?
ROULETTE: That-
ROULETTE: ...whatever it might've been.
ROULETTE: Caused that. Correct?
POLKA DOT: Oh, t-
You exhale.
POLKA DOT: Voices. Right. Last night.
POLKA DOT: Okay.
POLKA DOT: I don't-
POLKA DOT: I don't know what I was anticipating there, but-
POLKA DOT: I don't think any of us came outta that unscathed.
ROULETTE: . . .
ROULETTE: I do not want to talk much about what I heard.
ROULETTE: It is not your issue, I do not want to trouble you with it.
ROULETTE: But-
It stumbles over its words.
ROULETTE: ...I found out your name.
ROULETTE: When-
Its lens closes.
ROULETTE: One of the voices.
ROULETTE: One I know.
ROULETTE: ...told...Willow.
ROULETTE: ...that-
ROULETTE: ...that-t...
Its voice chokes up.
ROULETTE: ...that I...
ROULETTE: ...tried...to...
ROULETTE: ...kill. ...you.
ROULETTE: . . .
ROULETTE: ...So. Willow knows.
ROULETTE: I thought...I thought you should know.
ROULETTE: ...I apologize.
...
...oh.
You feel deep dread in your chest.
...oh.
You feel deep dread in your chest.
POLKA DOT: I-I mean-
POLKA DOT: She knows, it-
POLKA DOT: Like I kind of-
POLKA DOT: ....
ROULETTE: . . .
ROULETTE: ...oh.
ROULETTE: ...she...she knew it was...me?
POLKA DOT: No! I mean-
POLKA DOT: She knows I a-attacked first, right...?
ROULETTE: It-
ROULETTE: I do not think that's an issue either way.
ROULETTE: . . .
ROULETTE: ...after this is over, I-
ROULETTE: I will. Not trouble either of you again.
Its voice drops to nearly a whisper.
ROULETTE: I am sorry that you became so wrapped up in my life, Polka.
ROULETTE: Truly, truly, sorry.
POLKA DOT: ...d...don't-
You rub your face into your wing.
POLKA DOT: Roulette, cmon-
POLKA DOT: You're not-
ROULETTE: You don't need to...reassure me.
ROULETTE: I appreciate it.
ROULETTE: ...I am ready to stop being an issue.
ROULETTE: We are nearly to our destination.
POLKA DOT: Do you re-
You lower your own voice, trying to sound more concerned than frustrated.
POLKA DOT: Do you really think that anyone wants that, though?
POLKA DOT: No one thinks of you like that. Literally no one.
POLKA DOT: Everybody here sees you as a friend.
POLKA DOT: Not an issue.
ROULETTE: ...I do not think any of you think of me that way.
ROULETTE: None of you would think that of anyone.
ROULETTE: That does not make it untrue.
ROULETTE: ...But I know we will not agree on this. And that is alright.
ROULETTE: Apologies. For bringing it up.
ROULETTE: My issue, not yours.
POLKA DOT: ...
POLKA DOT: What would make it feel right, to you?
POLKA DOT: You not being an "issue", I guess.
ROULETTE: . . .
ROULETTE: I do not think you should hear me say it.
ROULETTE: We do not have to have this conversation-
POLKA DOT: ...
POLKA DOT: Alright.
POLKA DOT: But-
You start getting comfy, trying to ignore the weird feeling in your chest.
POLKA DOT: ...know that things don't have to be that way, I guess. I dunno.
Things go quiet, again.
For a little while.
For a little while.
ROULETTE: ...I think-
ROULETTE: I imagine. A lot. Especially lately-
ROULETTE: ...all of you, here together.
ROULETTE: On this trip, together.
ROULETTE: And-
ROULETTE: Afterwards, when you are back, as well.
ROULETTE: Willow, looking how she wants to. You, by her side.
ROULETTE: Fatale, Devo, the others, happy with Tim. Hopefully.
ROULETTE: All of you, a group of friends, some more than that.
ROULETTE: Together. Happy.
ROULETTE: And-
ROULETTE: . . .
ROULETTE: I am not there.
ROULETTE: But no one is worried about me.
ROULETTE: No one is concerned, no one is taking time out of all that they're dealing with to...deal with me instead.
ROULETTE: No one has to worry.
ROULETTE: ...I did not almost kill you.
ROULETTE: ...I simply-
ROULETTE: ...was not there.
ROULETTE: Am not there.
ROULETTE: Am not...here.
ROULETTE: And those I love still found each other. And have each other.
ROULETTE: . . .
ROULETTE: ...and the world is wonderful again.
It reaches up, rubbing its lens.
ROULETTE: ...apologies.
ROULETTE: I...
ROULETTE: ...sorry.
POLKA DOT: ...
POLKA DOT: And what if people do miss you?
ROULETTE: ...I can no longer fix that.
ROULETTE: The damage has been done already.
ROULETTE: I have done the things I've done.
ROULETTE: And. You know me. And I am here.
ROULETTE: ...I cannot take it back.
POLKA DOT: Missing you's not damage, though.
POLKA DOT: ...
POLKA DOT: ......there's somebody who hurt me pretty bad, I think.
POLKA DOT: It was. I don't remember it much.
POLKA DOT: I think it was looking out for me- back in the store.
POLKA DOT: Cared a lot about me. I cared a lot about it too.
POLKA DOT: But-
POLKA DOT: I was still in that situation with Daemon.
POLKA DOT: A lot of people would probably go "why didn't it get you outta there?"
POLKA DOT: ...And I don't remember if it did or not.
POLKA DOT: But I-
...where is all of this even coming from? It's not-
It's true, but I've never-
It's true, but I've never-
POLKA DOT: I remember the way it would pat me on the back.
POLKA DOT: Or tell me to keep going.
POLKA DOT: ....
POLKA DOT: No matter what it did.
POLKA DOT: I'm glad I have that still.
POLKA DOT: ...sorry.
It listens. Nodding along.
ROULETTE: I am glad that you have that, too.
ROULETTE: Willow and Tim are very close with you, I know.
ROULETTE: And I am happy that you and Fatale are becoming friends. I can tell she trusts you. It makes me happy to see.
POLKA DOT: But-!
POLKA DOT: You're-
POLKA DOT: You're like that, too.
Roulette doesn't respond.
POLKA DOT: You are.
POLKA DOT: ...
POLKA DOT: I'm glad I have that.
POLKA DOT: This stuff. With you.
ROULETTE: ...I do not see it.
ROULETTE: But, I appreciate it all the same.
POLKA DOT: ...hope you will someday, then.
POLKA DOT: Before you go and do something stupid like...not existing in our lives.
ROULETTE: . . .
ROULETTE: Try...not to worry.
ROULETTE: Things will work out as they should.
ROULETTE: ...You should rest. It has been a long day.
POLKA DOT: ...yeah.
...with you in them.
You can feel yourself slowly, slowly drifting off.
You can feel yourself slowly, slowly drifting off.
The hands pull Fatale back.
It's not until she starts drifting to sleep that they get their grip in, grazing their fingers against her skin and peeling her away from the waking world.
There I go.
Maybe this'll be it.
No more outside world.
Drowning.
Forever.
A hand clasped over her muzzle, the bear closing her eyes.
I don't want to see it.
At least let me suffocate in peace.
The hand on her snout turns to tar, and then another. She splutters as if she had a mouth, eyes snapping back open-
Wh-
What t-
This isn't right!
There's a horrible sensation all over her body as more tar drenches her from above, the substance somehow pulsating and strangling her.
let me out let me Out LET ME OUT-
As soon as the screaming in her head reaches a crescendo-
Something grabs her by the neck, a clawed paw gripping it to the point of squeezing all of the stuffing out of that section.
It's not until she starts drifting to sleep that they get their grip in, grazing their fingers against her skin and peeling her away from the waking world.
There I go.
Maybe this'll be it.
No more outside world.
Drowning.
Forever.
A hand clasped over her muzzle, the bear closing her eyes.
I don't want to see it.
At least let me suffocate in peace.
The hand on her snout turns to tar, and then another. She splutters as if she had a mouth, eyes snapping back open-
Wh-
What t-
This isn't right!
There's a horrible sensation all over her body as more tar drenches her from above, the substance somehow pulsating and strangling her.
let me out let me Out LET ME OUT-
As soon as the screaming in her head reaches a crescendo-
Something grabs her by the neck, a clawed paw gripping it to the point of squeezing all of the stuffing out of that section.
FATALE: P-please-
Her voice barely comes out through the tar.
Her limp, understuffed body is yanked up high-
-and then down again, slammed onto the ground hard enough to splatter and spray the black muck off of her, letting her see again.
When she gets her bearings, she looks up and sees him.
Her voice comes out dripping with venom.
Her limp, understuffed body is yanked up high-
-and then down again, slammed onto the ground hard enough to splatter and spray the black muck off of her, letting her see again.
When she gets her bearings, she looks up and sees him.
Her voice comes out dripping with venom.
FATALE: Oh, it's you.
The tall, shadow-tinted bear stands with a slouched posture, his eyes wide and....fearful.
An act, no doubt.
An act, no doubt.
????: ...something bad is going to happen.
FATALE: Says the brute that tossed me across the room!
????: No, it's-
????: You don't understand.
????: Something bad is going to happen.
????: I-
There's-
Distress, there.
Legitimate distress.
Distress, there.
Legitimate distress.
????: I don't know if I can stop it this time.
FATALE: Stop WHAT, exactly?!
FATALE: The only thing you're stopping is us having a normal life!
A tinge of- no, he didn't feel pain. He caused it.
????: Normal's never been an option.
????: Not for you. Or me. Or any of us.
????: You should know that by now.
She raises her voice to protest-
-and the hands take her to the inky black.
-and the hands take her to the inky black.
You open your eyes.
You're on a table.
At first you wonder- why am I on a kitchen table?
Oh, shit. Maybe this is-
Maybe this is a sexy dream.
Fuuuck yes. Cross is gonna be so happy when she hears ab-
You hear a clink next to your head.
....?
When you turn, you see a little roller cart. Weird thing to have next to a kitchen table-
....
When you see the large craft knife sitting there, you realize that this is not the sexy kind of cannibalism dream.
oh fuck
There's a hum across the kitchen- and you can't make anything out. It's too foggy-
You try to sit up, and you find your body restrained. There's ropes now- they weren't there before. Where-
You can hear someone approaching- but everything about them is so blurred, just like the rest of it.
Their voice is distorted, like hearing it through a filter.
You're on a table.
At first you wonder- why am I on a kitchen table?
Oh, shit. Maybe this is-
Maybe this is a sexy dream.
Fuuuck yes. Cross is gonna be so happy when she hears ab-
You hear a clink next to your head.
....?
When you turn, you see a little roller cart. Weird thing to have next to a kitchen table-
....
When you see the large craft knife sitting there, you realize that this is not the sexy kind of cannibalism dream.
oh fuck
There's a hum across the kitchen- and you can't make anything out. It's too foggy-
You try to sit up, and you find your body restrained. There's ropes now- they weren't there before. Where-
You can hear someone approaching- but everything about them is so blurred, just like the rest of it.
Their voice is distorted, like hearing it through a filter.
????: ...hm.
????: An interesting traveler.
????: Bold, to enter my woods.
????: I suppose this will give me some good practice...
They pick up the blade, tapping it against your bare chest.
????: There are others just like you.
The blade plunges in.
Tar gushes from the wound, coating the table as you're split open.
Somehow, you don't die. You just watch, unable to move an inch of your body.
You just watc-
Tar gushes from the wound, coating the table as you're split open.
Somehow, you don't die. You just watch, unable to move an inch of your body.
You just watc-
You awaken to growling.
Growling mixed with whines.
You look over, trying to get your bearings.
The car-weasel is on the floor, Roulette's hand in its muzzle;
pulling, growling, whimpering.
You immediately scramble to your knees, torn between being scared for the poor thing and wanting to rescue Roulette's hand.
Growling mixed with whines.
You look over, trying to get your bearings.
The car-weasel is on the floor, Roulette's hand in its muzzle;
pulling, growling, whimpering.
You immediately scramble to your knees, torn between being scared for the poor thing and wanting to rescue Roulette's hand.
POLKA DOT: H-hey, chill-!
It yelps, giving one last attempt at pulling Roulette over.
Failing that, it scrambles to the corner, eyes wide.
It looks at Roulette.
Then, races, out of the room, tracks appearing as it does so.
The curtain flies back in the process, and you watch as it barely manages to swerve to avoid the bear sleeping in the common room,
causing a ruckus enough to wake them up.
Failing that, it scrambles to the corner, eyes wide.
It looks at Roulette.
Then, races, out of the room, tracks appearing as it does so.
The curtain flies back in the process, and you watch as it barely manages to swerve to avoid the bear sleeping in the common room,
causing a ruckus enough to wake them up.
????: W-
Your panic only sets back in as you notice the bear's voice, and-
Black eyes and cheek patterns.
Shit-
Unsure of whether to be worried about what Fatale said last night or-
I gotta get Roulette up, something's-
The weasel takes a moment, bumping against the exit to the tent with a whine.
It tries again, and its tracks rip straight through.
It's gone.
Roulette groans, sitting up, clutching its chest; apparently still not anywhere Near 100%.
It glances around.
Black eyes and cheek patterns.
Shit-
Unsure of whether to be worried about what Fatale said last night or-
I gotta get Roulette up, something's-
The weasel takes a moment, bumping against the exit to the tent with a whine.
It tries again, and its tracks rip straight through.
It's gone.
Roulette groans, sitting up, clutching its chest; apparently still not anywhere Near 100%.
It glances around.
ROULETTE: ...Did...?
The bot reaches over, finding its sickle and using it to stand.
POLKA DOT: Something's up-
POLKA DOT: Somethin-
????: Something's wrong.
You nearly shriek as the black-accented bear shoves his head inside without warning.
????: Get up. Get up, get armed. Now.
????: I'm getting my knife.
????: Willow and Tim are waking up. Go.
ROULETTE: I- I have my-
ROULETTE: Please tell me what's happening-
ROULETTE: Where did-
He's already gone, the sound of a pack being rummaged through paired with loud cussing.
POLKA DOT: Fuck this shit-
POLKA DOT: Roulette, make sure he doesn't fucking die or something-!
There's an ungodly howl punctuated by cackling, cascading laughter, loud enough to shake the entire tent.
You swear you can hear Daemon in the cacophany.
Roulette's aperture is wider than you've ever seen it.
It backs away from the edge of the tent, trying to figure out where the noise is coming from.
The bot drops its voice low.
Roulette's aperture is wider than you've ever seen it.
It backs away from the edge of the tent, trying to figure out where the noise is coming from.
The bot drops its voice low.
ROULETTE: ...Polka. Move. Now.
POLKA DOT: MOVING-!
You're already racing out towards your section, slamming directly into Tim.
Before you can react, your hammer is shoved into your hands. Tim's eyes are burning- fear, rage, something so powerful that you can't make it out.
His voice comes out strained.
Before you can react, your hammer is shoved into your hands. Tim's eyes are burning- fear, rage, something so powerful that you can't make it out.
His voice comes out strained.
TIMOTHY: It found us.
Roulette is already by the ripped entrance of the tent, sickle raised.
It looks unsteady, despite its attempts otherwise.
You can barely catch a glipse of Cross-
oh thank god she's oka-
Before there's another awful, awful sound, the plastic tent's top ripping open as if it were molded and solid and fabric all at once.
The fire is out, and yet you can see in the dark-
It looks unsteady, despite its attempts otherwise.
You can barely catch a glipse of Cross-
oh thank god she's oka-
Before there's another awful, awful sound, the plastic tent's top ripping open as if it were molded and solid and fabric all at once.
The fire is out, and yet you can see in the dark-
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[image description: a terrifying, looming monster's head, its face flower-like and resembling a raggedy ann plush's.
its features are hard to distinguish in the dark, but its eyes cast floodlights down towards the viewer]
Its eyes are like piercing floodlights, moving and twisting with its head motions.
Its doll-like face is immediately belied as you see it open a hidden maw, tar dripping from the mouth tucked under its smiling mask.
It opens its mouth wide as it howls again, spilling tar all across the entrance of the tent, drowning it.
You can't form a cohesive thought.
All you have is terror.
Someone steps in front of you, gently moving you back, shielding you.
Roulette.
Its sickle kicks back low, before
slicing upwards at the beast, arcing all the way to its left like a pendulum's swing.
A large cut forms across the beast's face, dripping fresh tar, soaking Roulette.
It flicks its head back, clearing its lens.
The beast shrieks, tossing its head left and right and splattering more and more everywhere- Tim just barely dodging getting smacked in the face.
Its doll-like face is immediately belied as you see it open a hidden maw, tar dripping from the mouth tucked under its smiling mask.
It opens its mouth wide as it howls again, spilling tar all across the entrance of the tent, drowning it.
You can't form a cohesive thought.
All you have is terror.
Someone steps in front of you, gently moving you back, shielding you.
Roulette.
Its sickle kicks back low, before
slicing upwards at the beast, arcing all the way to its left like a pendulum's swing.
A large cut forms across the beast's face, dripping fresh tar, soaking Roulette.
It flicks its head back, clearing its lens.
The beast shrieks, tossing its head left and right and splattering more and more everywhere- Tim just barely dodging getting smacked in the face.
TIMOTHY: Sh-SHIT
????: WATCH YOURSELF
Roulette's head suddenly looks to its left, where its swing had ended.
Its shoulders drop,
as if the beast isn't there.
Its lens now looks panicked.
At what, you can't say; it isn't looking at the monster.
Its head swivels, looking over the rest of you, the rest of the tent -
before its gaze returns to the same spot as before.
Its shoulders drop,
as if the beast isn't there.
Its lens now looks panicked.
At what, you can't say; it isn't looking at the monster.
Its head swivels, looking over the rest of you, the rest of the tent -
before its gaze returns to the same spot as before.
POLKA DOT: Roule-!
The beast lunges forward, nearly managing to grab Cross in a single bite- your girlfriend narrowly dodging.
You hear Daemon's key, clicking and clicking with every gnash of its teeth.
It doesn't hear you.
Roulette's lens seems to pale; unfocused.
Tar fizzles across its head, its arms.
Its sickle slips from its claw.
Roulette drops to its knees,
and collapses to the floor.
You hear Daemon's key, clicking and clicking with every gnash of its teeth.
It doesn't hear you.
Roulette's lens seems to pale; unfocused.
Tar fizzles across its head, its arms.
Its sickle slips from its claw.
Roulette drops to its knees,
and collapses to the floor.
????: FUCK
The bear backs up fast, his muzzle crumpling into a snarl.
????: DON'T LET IT TOUCH YOU
TIMOTHY: ALL WE HAVE IS MELEE FUCKING WEAPONS
????: I KNOW THAT
You can barely hear either of them. Your head is ringing. The clicking won't stop. The key turns.
Roulette is down.
But you aren't.
Roulette is down.
But you aren't.
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