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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[scrapplinghook]

[Mabel can't look at her either. But unlike Leia, she actually manages to speak to Allene.]

I-It was an accident, just like Grunkle Stan said.

[her voice is... unusually quiet.]

B-But I did it. Grunkle Stan just wanted to protect me!! But I... I can't let him do that if it hurts all of you!

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[She falls into her podium just staring, dumbstruck.]

But that's... you're... that doesn't make sense. It can't be you. It can't be.

[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...!

[kickbuttseatnuts]

No, Mabel its...

[She pauses on the words, as if realizing them for the first time.]

Its... not.... your fault...

[scrapplinghook]

But it is!! If I'd looked to see who it was, or dropped the needle, I wouldn't... she'd still be...

[God Mabel doesn't wanna see that much blood ever again....]