02-14-2021, 03:52 AM
MAY: C-chance…
MAY: Get her, shock her, d-do whatever!
MAY: Get her, shock her, d-do whatever!
Chance darts around you, going after Chelsea.
You try to struggle to your feet, but the effects of the shock stick are still taking hold of your body. All you can do is stumble and crash back down onto your ass, swearing at your own inability to stand.
Goddamnit, Nelson.
MAY: DWAYNE, GET OVER HERE AND HE-HELP TOO
Nelson leans down to try and help you up, but you have bigger things to worry about.
MAY: Don’t worry about me- she’s gonna get that fucking stick!
NELSON: The what?
MAY: Th- the stick!
MAY: The staff!
MAY: Whatever! Get it!
NELSON: Don’t worry about that, we need to make sure you’re okay first!
MAY: For the love of-
MAY: Nelson! Put me down and go get it!
NELSON: But-
NELSON: The what?
MAY: Th- the stick!
MAY: The staff!
MAY: Whatever! Get it!
NELSON: Don’t worry about that, we need to make sure you’re okay first!
MAY: For the love of-
MAY: Nelson! Put me down and go get it!
NELSON: But-
Nelson helps you up.
Dwayne rushes past in the chaos, and you’re thankful that at least someone other than Chance is being useful-
But no one’s fast enough.
Electricity crackles through Chelsea’s form just as she arms herself, flesh creeping up the staff.
It doesn’t do much.
Chelsea turns, her attention now fully on Chance.
You’re not sure what the fuck to call her weapon, but it isn’t a staff anymore.