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10/25/2025, 3:44:02 AM
No.6323064
GRR. RRRR--KHHH--RR
The devil snarled and spat and hacked, its endless foam beginning to coat the carpet. You wanted to question why-- how-- on earth Huntington had managed this, but--
RRRRGRRRR
You didn't have time. Even through the paralysis, you could see it forcing itself forward-- through every growl, the creature crept forward like each new step would induce some kind of horrible pain.
Eventually you had to look away-- it was sickening to watch, even if your eyes begged not to leave it. The way it shambled forward, clawed at the carpet--
"Oh, I know. I think I know now, boy, why you're here. How you figured out my precautions. You were simply researching your beloved home city."
Huntington was the perfect distraction. And he needed to be-- dealt with.
The last thing you wanted to do was leave this town with blood on your hands.
And yet, now, with your hands slightly trembling, you were pointing a revolver at the state governor.
"C-calm that dog down, Huntin'ton." You bit your lip, trying to keep your tone cool. "T-tell it t' stand down. Now."
HRRR. HRRRKH.
The creature snarled, inching ever closer, fighting the paralysis with its every breath. You thought it was heaving-- yet, you could've sworn you heard similar heaving from behind. From behind, where...
"Don't turn away from me while I'm speaking, Buchanan." Huntington had been speaking? "Your guns don't shake me. If I was supposed to be-- if this was supposed to intimidate me, you should have taken notes when your precious thunder-cloud did nothing to deter me."
He was trying to stall.
You turned your head to the back-- gave Mary the attention she deserved earlier.
She was... shaking. Twitching. Even with her legs tucked underneath her, you could see her lower half trembling alongside them. Maybe she was just as enraged about the situation as you were.
You whispered for her to shock the creature as soon as it took another step forward.
"Even now, you prioritize these beasts over humankind! These shortcuts to power-- is that what you so desire, Buchanan?" Huntington spoke confidently... despite his trembling hands.
"Tell th' dog t' stand down," you repeated. Your finger remained far away from the trigger, but the thought invaded your mind-- for just a moment.
WHAM
Huntington slammed on the desk like a spoiled child, roaring loudly enough to make his attack dog flinch and Taylor fall off of your arm. "SHOOT, CHILD!! SHOOT, NOW, if you ever intend to!"
You froze-- baffled, angered, and disoriented all at once. You almost dropped the gun-- you tightened your grip on it.
"SHOOT," the man repeated, "OR I WILL."
You stepped forward.
HRRR
Your arm remained outstretched.
HRR...
Your hung onto your Webley-Pryse No. 4 for dear life...
The devil snarled and spat and hacked, its endless foam beginning to coat the carpet. You wanted to question why-- how-- on earth Huntington had managed this, but--
RRRRGRRRR
You didn't have time. Even through the paralysis, you could see it forcing itself forward-- through every growl, the creature crept forward like each new step would induce some kind of horrible pain.
Eventually you had to look away-- it was sickening to watch, even if your eyes begged not to leave it. The way it shambled forward, clawed at the carpet--
"Oh, I know. I think I know now, boy, why you're here. How you figured out my precautions. You were simply researching your beloved home city."
Huntington was the perfect distraction. And he needed to be-- dealt with.
The last thing you wanted to do was leave this town with blood on your hands.
And yet, now, with your hands slightly trembling, you were pointing a revolver at the state governor.
"C-calm that dog down, Huntin'ton." You bit your lip, trying to keep your tone cool. "T-tell it t' stand down. Now."
HRRR. HRRRKH.
The creature snarled, inching ever closer, fighting the paralysis with its every breath. You thought it was heaving-- yet, you could've sworn you heard similar heaving from behind. From behind, where...
"Don't turn away from me while I'm speaking, Buchanan." Huntington had been speaking? "Your guns don't shake me. If I was supposed to be-- if this was supposed to intimidate me, you should have taken notes when your precious thunder-cloud did nothing to deter me."
He was trying to stall.
You turned your head to the back-- gave Mary the attention she deserved earlier.
She was... shaking. Twitching. Even with her legs tucked underneath her, you could see her lower half trembling alongside them. Maybe she was just as enraged about the situation as you were.
You whispered for her to shock the creature as soon as it took another step forward.
"Even now, you prioritize these beasts over humankind! These shortcuts to power-- is that what you so desire, Buchanan?" Huntington spoke confidently... despite his trembling hands.
"Tell th' dog t' stand down," you repeated. Your finger remained far away from the trigger, but the thought invaded your mind-- for just a moment.
WHAM
Huntington slammed on the desk like a spoiled child, roaring loudly enough to make his attack dog flinch and Taylor fall off of your arm. "SHOOT, CHILD!! SHOOT, NOW, if you ever intend to!"
You froze-- baffled, angered, and disoriented all at once. You almost dropped the gun-- you tightened your grip on it.
"SHOOT," the man repeated, "OR I WILL."
You stepped forward.
HRRR
Your arm remained outstretched.
HRR...
Your hung onto your Webley-Pryse No. 4 for dear life...