Week 7

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well this is all starting to feel incredibly routine. After being trapped here for a month and a half with no sign of rescue, maybe you have just resigned to the idea that you'll never leave this place and that people will keep dying until none of you're are left.

Truthfully, I can't even pretend to make an optimistic about any of this. it's a dark and horrid world you all live in.

There are no new floors today. It seems you finally have access to the whole mansion.

15 people remain]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

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[hasit]

Freddie, wait—

[mmmm why are all these children Like This

Guess she has no choice but to follow!!!]

MARCO, GET BACK HERE!

[nachosquire]

[Luckily for them they don't have to look too far.

Because it's not long at all during that sprinting that Freddie will step into something... wet which in retrospect she might not notice bc shoes but anyway, though it's dark as shit out here if she happens to look down she'll be able to see a tint of red to this mysterious liquid.


There's a nice trail of it but I wouldn't follow it if I were you.]

[faciliheir]

[ahahaha this. this is why you don't care. this is exactly why you don't do that. why has she not learned this lesson already.

... she can't leave him out here.

she swallows hard and follows the fucking trail.]

[hasit]

[It might be dark, but when Freddie pauses like that, her eye is drawn downward, and she feels the blood drain out of her face.

She's following, and she's got a hand on Freddie's shoulder. Just in case. It's dark enough that getting separated is a real fear, here.]

[nachosquire]

[I warned you.


Following the small trail of blood will lead them to an even bigger puddle of it, pooled around someone laying on the ground. Of course, the person being Marco-- but it looks like he's seen better days.

The entire left side of his body looks as though it's been ripped off of him, save for his face. His right arm is bent at an awkward angle as if it's been broken, and his face is covered in scratches all over. There's something off about how his body was mangled, though. The tears almost look like teeth marks, like someone just took a huge bite right out of him.

He's also notably not wearing his hoodie, but Hiro's. That's not important I just wanted to let r down one last time.

Either way, Marco Diaz is most certainly dead.]

[faciliheir]

[. . .

real villains don't real villains don't real villains don't]

... W... We need to get back inside. Now.

[hasit]

[Oh, god.

Leia's heart plummets to the bottom of her stomach, and seeing those teeth marks...all that blood...

Instinct kicks in, and she bends down, blood or no, to lift Marco's shoulders.]

Grab his feet. We're not leaving him out here.

[faciliheir]

[she does so, but...]

If what got him comes after us, though... We need to save ourselves.

[and even though that just sounds like a normal selfish thing she'd say, she usually doesn't sound so agonized when she says it.]

[hasit]

I'm not leaving him. Move.

[That fierceness is back in Leia's voice as she starts them back the way we came, Marco's limp head propped against her shoulder. They just need to get out of this awful darkness, away from the clawing whispers that are starting to get into her head.]

[faciliheir]

[MOVING MOVING VERY FAST god she's like a noodle person this is very difficult for her. and it's even more difficult to run when you're looking over your shoulder for the bunch of demons looking to drag you off. GOD WHICH DIRECTION IS EVEN--

oh.]

Your man is calling you! [RUN TOWARDS THAT]

[hasit]

[Leia's head jerks up, half-panic and half-relief, at the sound of Stan's voice yelling her name, and with her blood thundering in her temples she urges the two (three?) of them toward that sound, half-running, half-stumbling.]

[faciliheir]

[and the bass keeps runnin runnin and runnin runnin OH GOOD. the door.

hi everyone we're home.]

[hasit]

[fergie ferg lemme love you—

They make it to the doorstep, meeting Stan before he can make it two steps away from the house, and Leia just sort of collapses to her knees, Marco's head lolling left and right.]

Get inside. All of you.

[She just. Needs a second.]

hi mind if i just stay inside and Be Worried at y'all

[not_over_yet]

[ There's a mouse passing through the foyer and suddenly! THIS BULLSHIT.

What the fuck. Why are people dashing outside.

Oh, they're. Apparently chasing Marco. Fuckfuckfuck why is everyone here so stupid. ]

Gen--Leia, wait!

[ At least Freddie knows wtf those shadow things are?? ...And given the shadow things' record of killing Faciliers, maybe that's not good, actually,,

Gonna just. hover in the doorway. He's too small to drag either of them back in. ]

Both of you get back here!

[hasit]

[sorry bud, but Space Mom is also Action Mom and one of her kids is in danger!!!]

[not_over_yet]

[ HE WOULD HELP but smol

why must he be smol while y'all not


Maybe if people get lost but not-dead he can guide them back to the door via shouting?? FRET FRET F R E T ]

[stanbyme]

What’s all the yelling about?

[He’s coming down the stairs and everyone is yelling and the door’s open???]

[not_over_yet]

All the goddamn humans keep running outside, there's three now?!

[ HELP ]

[stanbyme]

What?! Who?

[not_over_yet]

Marco, Freddie, Leia, in that order, I believe,, [ H E L P ]

[stanbyme]

Leia?!

[Sure the kids ought to know better, but. There’s three people in this manor he’d kill for.

He runs to the door, cups his hands around his mouth, and hollers.]

LEIA!

[hasit]

[it's fine she's coming back! c:

with a fun surprise! c:]

[stanbyme]

[Do you need a pair of strong arms? It’s about time Stan joined the tradition started by Ford of Pines men carrying dead bodies]

Leia, can you hear me?!

...Oh, kriff it!

[hasit]

[it's fine! she's here!]

[not_over_yet]

[ Stan's louder than a mouse-voice too. Alright, will take over the sole duty of HIGHLY ALARMED WORRY ]