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8/8/2025, 4:24:30 AM
>89 + 4 = 93!
"Taylor!" You wasted no time, calling out to your leafy friend the moment you saw him.
Much to your relief, your caterpillar companion immediately understood what you needed. Within moments, the ghost's arms were bound above its head, forced downward by gravity and failing to hit their target soon thereafter. The chilly gust brought with their downturn narrowly missed both you and the hundredth fauna.
All this commotion seemed to attract some other members of the pack's attentions. Aster's mirror image and the birds chasing Taylor remained preoccupied, with the latter now fending off various Shots of String from Taylor himself, but the rest of the group began to approach.
The rat seemed... confused, more than anything. It'd always seemed like the passive sort, but the most it did was cock its head and chitter towards the ghost after approaching. The hound, too, seemed more curious about the golden creature's smell than anything else.
The ghost itself-- you forced your eyes away from it, your hairs still stiffer than a stick-- the ghost was grumbling irritation, glaring right at you, clearly agitated. It tried again to hit you, failing a second time, before attempting to saw the silk bands off its arms with the...
A sizeable amount of vomit swelled in your throat as you realized that the skull still held teeth. Real, human, teeth. How... how old they were, who they belonged to... such speculation was out of the question, and best left untouched for now, but you dreaded the thought of having to figure it out eventually.
Eventually. Sometime other than now. You gave your pocket watch another glance. You were already well past the start of the Stater meeting, and if you stayed here any longer you figured you'd put your position at risk.
You had to find some way to leave, and quick... but your gaze shifted once more to Mary, who kept readjusting her position to avoid pressuring her infected leg. The rest of your team might be fine, but you would need to carry her... which made running very risky, especially if you were going to be chased. Not to mention the hundredth fauna, seemingly collapsed, burdening you further-- the creature seemed properly unconscious, in a way that would require you carry it too.
The ghost tore at its bands fiercely, its expression growing further and further disdainful of you. Small parts of its thready shackles could be heard snapping, even as you inched closer to your wounded wooly friend, and its unnerving rumbling sounds began again.
You had to figure out a way to get out of here... and fast.
>Write-in.
"Taylor!" You wasted no time, calling out to your leafy friend the moment you saw him.
Much to your relief, your caterpillar companion immediately understood what you needed. Within moments, the ghost's arms were bound above its head, forced downward by gravity and failing to hit their target soon thereafter. The chilly gust brought with their downturn narrowly missed both you and the hundredth fauna.
All this commotion seemed to attract some other members of the pack's attentions. Aster's mirror image and the birds chasing Taylor remained preoccupied, with the latter now fending off various Shots of String from Taylor himself, but the rest of the group began to approach.
The rat seemed... confused, more than anything. It'd always seemed like the passive sort, but the most it did was cock its head and chitter towards the ghost after approaching. The hound, too, seemed more curious about the golden creature's smell than anything else.
The ghost itself-- you forced your eyes away from it, your hairs still stiffer than a stick-- the ghost was grumbling irritation, glaring right at you, clearly agitated. It tried again to hit you, failing a second time, before attempting to saw the silk bands off its arms with the...
A sizeable amount of vomit swelled in your throat as you realized that the skull still held teeth. Real, human, teeth. How... how old they were, who they belonged to... such speculation was out of the question, and best left untouched for now, but you dreaded the thought of having to figure it out eventually.
Eventually. Sometime other than now. You gave your pocket watch another glance. You were already well past the start of the Stater meeting, and if you stayed here any longer you figured you'd put your position at risk.
You had to find some way to leave, and quick... but your gaze shifted once more to Mary, who kept readjusting her position to avoid pressuring her infected leg. The rest of your team might be fine, but you would need to carry her... which made running very risky, especially if you were going to be chased. Not to mention the hundredth fauna, seemingly collapsed, burdening you further-- the creature seemed properly unconscious, in a way that would require you carry it too.
The ghost tore at its bands fiercely, its expression growing further and further disdainful of you. Small parts of its thready shackles could be heard snapping, even as you inched closer to your wounded wooly friend, and its unnerving rumbling sounds began again.
You had to figure out a way to get out of here... and fast.
>Write-in.
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