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]

Comments

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[He succeeds in probably slamming her into one of the podiums, which is gonna get the response of immediate, rapid-fire punching and kicking.]

[sorrydoods]

[That's very painful, but unless she's going to aim for any sensitive places, he's still gonna have a good grip on her.]

We need to figure everything out first! We can't just k-kill him on the spot!

[His face may say angry but his shaky voice screams scared and on the verge of crying.]

[angelgoatdemon]

[Okay now he intervenes, getting in between Soos and Allene]

Can we- can we slow down a bit, please?

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Says who?!

[sorrydoods]

Says the fact that there's still people who care about you!

[This day is bad enough just stop pouring salt and lemon juice in the wounds]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[She stops, a bit, because to be honest it hadn't even occurred to her that people still liked her after the Allene thing came out.]

...And one of them's gone.

[upgradeit]

Yeah, join the club. All the people I liked besides Soos and Mabel are dead.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Oh like you can talk! You couldn't even find a subtle way to kill Gaston! Gaston!

[upgradeit]

You're not doing any better! You were literally about to punch an old man to death.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Then vote for me! I don't care! Just let me wring his neck!

[upgradeit]

No! If nobody will let me stab Gaston, then you can't murder Stan!

[That's petty as fuck, but he doesn't care.]

We're gonna get out of here and we're gonna go down to Hell and grab all our friends.

[not_over_yet]

I'm warming to Mr. Hamada. As of this trial.

Beyond that, everyone here I give a damn about gone.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Then why don't you do something about it?! You're such a ~great detective~ and you can't even there's a problem in front of you, you fix it!

And I wanna fix him good!

[not_over_yet]

...Mm, point. I do not, unfortunately, understand magic. How does one escape from "the other side" and break into hell? I'm low on ideas. Have you any, short of poisoning the entire manor?

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Killing that piece of garbage certainly gets me a shortcut.

[angelgoatdemon]

...I may have an alternative way as soon as I'm able to get it to work.

[not_over_yet]

True. Hope Miss Erso enjoys watching your execution.

[sorrydoods]

Do you think she wants you to join her?!

She just died either by getting poisoned with drugs and alcohol, or by bleeding out. Do think she wants to see that her girlfriend just threw away her life just to kill someone that was already going to die?!?

[angelgoatdemon]

ALRIGHT before we start killing each other on the spot, I've got a question or two.

...Didn't other people make it out of this situation before. This whole ritual thing?

And the fact that when we spoke with the dead, they were safe somewhere else?

[Pacifist run is a go ?]

[upgradeit]

[wobbly hand motion]

It's only marginally less terrible than being here, apparently.

[angelgoatdemon]

As appealing of a field trip it would be, we'd be no use to them, dead.

By them, I mean everyone we've lost.

We will bring them back. They wouldn't want us to die right here right now.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

I WANT TO JOIN HER, YOU STUPID GARBAGE!

[sorrydoods]

DO YOU THINK SHE'D BE HAPPY TO SEE YOU?!? THAT SHE'D BE SO GREATFUL THAT YOU KILLED SOMEONE JUST SO THAT YOU CAN SEE HER AGAIN?!?

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[....]

I don't know. Maybe! Maybe she'd be thrilled! Maybe it'd make her day!

[sorrydoods]

[...oh you gotta be kidding me]

Are you saying you don't even know her well enough to tell if she'd want revenge on her killer?!

[Please don't tell him yes]