Seventh Trial

[candlelightsflicker]

[Once again the stretching room descends and the Hatbox Ghost seems impatient.]

Ugh where's that Serling guy's stupid death elevator when you need it? This is taking forever.

[But soon enough you arrive in the trial room, now with Freddie and Jyn's voodoo dolls on their podiums. And your 100% new friend Hatbox Ghost is there too!] 

If you guys don't all die next week, I'm installing the death elevator.

[TRIAL START]

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Hey mods

[stanbyme]

...I'm sorry, Leia.

Hey, Ghosty!

[candlelightsflicker]

Das me.

[scrapplinghook]

And I won't let everyone die!! I-I thought they'd all figure it out, but they weren't, and I don't want them all to die 'cause of me!

[upgradeit]

You're not responsible for other people's actions! Just because - [Oh god. An actual character development incoming.] Just because you gave him a screwdriver doesn't mean you made him stab someone.

[Just because you created a device doesn't mean you're responsible for the fire someone caused to steal it.]

[stanbyme]

Dunno how much you know about what's been going on, but I been using my blood for her vote this whole time. She ain't put a drop of her blood into this ritual.

Let me take her place. Pines for a Pines.

[hasit]

No. Stan, please, don't.

[not_over_yet]

[ ...Hm. This is getting sadder. Pity. ]

[candlelightsflicker]

Oh no. I noticed. If that was the case, I would have executed Negaduck for writing for Pinocchio.

But it’d be a lot more heartwrenching to leave you as a survivor. Besides, rules are rules.

[stanbyme]

...If he lets me, I gotta do it. I can't...I can't watch her die, Leia.

[hasit]

So I have to watch you die?!

[scrapplinghook]

I'm sorry.

[Her voice cracks, but she doesn't collapse into sobs. Not yet.]

I... I was knitting. I didn't wanna wake up Grunkle Stan and Grauntie Leia, so I went to go do it in the greenhouse. She walked up behind me and I got scared 'cause I didn't know who it was and it was thursday and I tried to push her away but--!

[She rubs at one hand, like she's trying to wipe something imaginary off of it.]

O-One of my needles...!

[sorrydoods]

I still gave it to him! If I hadn't...if I...

[This hurts, this hurts so, so much.]

[stanbyme]

...You bastard!

[He pounds his fist on the podium.]

I'm offerin' you a deal!

[hasit]

It wasn't the screwdriver, Soos.

[candlelightsflicker]

To make a deal, you have to have something I actually want.

Nobody wants you.

[stanbyme]

[he's gonna be a dickhole anyway so]

[not_over_yet]

[ ...Stan, why would he go for that.

Do you actually have something planned...? Mild interest returning. ]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

....Somebody's projecting.

[hasit]

I want him. Alive.

[not_over_yet]

...Squirrels are beatific creatures who do no wrong? [ He's never met an not-Allene squirrel, so, it's possible? Sounds unlikely though. ]

[candlelightsflicker]

Yes.

[stanbyme]

Damn it...

Damn you! If I...

If I vote for myself, let me go with her. Just me. No one else.

[candlelightsflicker]

And I want the head of Ghostave on a pike. Can’t get everything we want.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

I don't mean literally, in case you wanna hide behind that.

You're a chump and a hack, dude.

[candlelightsflicker]

Man, you were quick to turn around on the killing-the-kid thing.