Week 6

[grimgrinningghosts]

[. . . Well last week sure was a bloodbath. A bloody, accidental bloodbath. Even with two groups trying to save you, it might start to feel doubtful that you'll ever get out of here alive. Not to mention that Randy almost killed you all on an angry whim and you're still stuck in this madhouse with him of all people.

But hey, there's a silver lining to every cloud! You get a new floor that's not a nightmarish deathscape! Aren't you glad?

18 people remain]

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Comments

[nachosquire]

What's a disembodied head gonna do? Curse me?

[Marco takes his hand back with an excited looking grin, proud of himself for breaking Freddie the heck down.]

I welcome all the crappy dads to our weird blood-ritual family.

[faciliheir]

He's... really not. Crappy, I mean. When he had to be a dad.

[just. clinking of her bracelets as she continues to fidget.]

I know you all got a bad impression, with the whole "evil blood ritual to steal our souls" thing-- and I'm not defending that or excusing it, 'cause it's pretty much his M.O., it's what he does-- but you can be a bad guy and not be too bad of a dad. He's no Buck Cluck or anything.

[nachosquire]

Well I mean, you're his daughter so I can't really argue with you there.

[He kinda gets it, in a way. His dad is embarrassing as fuck and sometimes isn't.. the best at keeping an eye on Marco when he should and he can be a little oblivious but he wouldn't call him a bad dad, either.]

I mean the evil ritual definitely doesn't help his case but honestly I doubt he can do anything in the state that he is, anyway.

So... sorry, for calling him crappy.

[faciliheir]

Eh, people have said worse. Don't sweat it.

Can't do too much without vocal cords! [cheerfully] He's just gonna chill in my sock drawer 'til the day we beat down on Randy, I guess.

[nachosquire]

...in your sock drawer?

[freddie you can't just sAY THAT SO CASUALLY]

[faciliheir]

I mean, it's open. It's not like I just locked him in there or anything.

... Did Basil not tell everybody that he stole my dad's head back from Randy, like, two weeks ago? [SHOVES ALL BLAME ONTO BASIL LIKE REAL FRIENDS DO]

[not_over_yet]

I wasn't certain if we were hiding him or not. I take it we're not, then.

...Was I supposed to tell people or did you simply assume I would for... some reason or other?

[faciliheir]

[SHRUGS?] I figured it'd come up while you were planning some scheme or something, honestly. Since you do that all the time.

Keeping it a secret kinda adds a whole new level of weirdness to a situation that's already unbearably weird.

[nachosquire]

Do you at least take him our for walks?

[it's already weird so lets make it weirder]

[faciliheir]

[. . .]

Okay, so I made a papoose out of a pillowcase, but I'm pretty sure he's dead against the idea of it. I thought about bringing him to a trial or something. [so he can watch the execution and cheer up a little.]

[nachosquire]

I mean you might as well, it's not like anyone would be mad that you have your own dad's sentient-yet-disembodied head.

[...]

...if we have any more trials, I mean. Gotta stay positive.

[faciliheir]

I'll meet you halfway on the positivity scale. "We won't have another trial where we lose half a dozen people in one go!"

[that's. very much not halfway.]

[nachosquire]

You know what? I'll take it.

[Since it's coming from miss "everyone's gonna die probably".]