foolishmortals | Seventh Trial

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round 3,
trial

Seventh Trial

[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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[Leia's eyes go wide as she hears those two words, and then she looks slowly between Stan, and Mabel, and then back to Stan, and suddenly she understands.]

Oh, Force be a fence around me. [Haha, this is. Worse? This is worse.] Stan?

[He looks at her with a note of desperation.]

You- you can't believe her. She's just a little kid, she doesn't--

[Leia looks like she's watching Alderaan blow up all over again.]

I...I believe her more than I believed you.

[And she absolutely hates that.]

...I'm- I'm really losing my touch, then.

Stanley.

[It's not a rebuke, there's not a note of scolding in her voice. It's just...]

Please. I'm begging you, Stan, please don't do anything rash.

...I'm sorry, Leia.

Hey, Ghosty!

Das me.

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.

No. Stan, please, don't.

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

So I have to watch you die?!

[he's gonna be a dickhole anyway so]

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

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.