FOURTH TRIAL

[splitaseam]

[To what I'm sure is everyone's joy after a sad investigation like that, after everyone reaches the Stretching Room, Oogie's voice can be heard.]

Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it just your imagination?

[Well at least he's honoring Ghostave's memory, except he starts laughing, almost tauntingly, after he says that.

In the very least the graveyard seems identical, with three new epitaphs for our dearly departed.

Here lies Lea
Slaying bugs he made a name
And got sent to the deadliest game

Here lies WALL-E
They were our dearest friend
But that didn’t help them in the end

Here lies Tarzan?
????
?????


... Ok then.

Oogie speaks before everyone can get to their tombstones.]

Don't keep me waiting!

Comments

[capulion]

You're only just noticing that now?

Dude, I thought it was obvious from what our Host said before. The ghosts here want more ghosts. The more of us they kill the better.

[aboyandhiscar]

[a small part of him is happy to hear Kiara say 'Dude.' GOOD JOB LION!!! But right now he's too full of fuss.]

No, it's not that I just. I thought. . .

It's nothing. Let's just focus on the trial and get this over with.

[capulion]

[Wendy is rubbing off on her.

She's fussing too. What's on your mind, friend?]

What? If you thought of a loophole, please share it.

[aboyandhiscar]

Doesn't really exist anymore, that's all. Let's find Wally's smasher, yeah? That's what's important right now.

[capulion]

[Sigh.]

Yeah, all right...

[kindaruledatit]

[She is blessed that this is her legacy, tbh] Man, why do they even want more ghosts? There's already almost a thousand of them. Any more could make the mansion blow up or something.

[...] I mean, I'd be totally down for it, but not with us inside.

[splitaseam]

[ppfff BELLY LAUGH TIME]

Oh, that's rich! I can't believe you morons think that's what all of this is about!

[kindaruledatit]

It's a theory, dude!

What even is the point of all this?

[splitaseam]

What's it matter to you, hot cakes?

[kindaruledatit]

[eugh]

Uh, I think it matters to just about everyone here!

[splitaseam]

Yeah. Well.

Sucks for you guys.

[capulion]

Oh yeah, no, it doesn't matter to us at all, it's just our lives and families on the line!

[Eff you, jerk.]

[splitaseam]

IT'S FINE, GIRL! IT'S FRIENDLY!

[capulion]

You don't look very friendly to me.

[splitaseam]

I'm a friendly ol boogie man, girl.

You want unfriendly? You should meet my friends.

[kindaruledatit]

What, are they all as creepy as you?

[splitaseam]

Sometimes, I hang out at the Club with 'em. And they talk about such nasty things.

Like vore. And possums. Being there for five minutes would break your mind.

[whistlenotchirp]

Of course you hang out in clubs. Like you aren't scummy enough.

[splitaseam]

Just one Club, boy.

The worst of 'em all.

[whistlenotchirp]

[....Well that's interesting.]

So... its someplace folk like you are watching us? Some kinda cockfighting ring? [That's been his running theory, at least.]

[splitaseam]

Yeah, you could say that.

Pretty sure they want you to "stop memeing".

[kindaruledatit]

Never!

[She'll meme just to spite them.]

[kindaruledatit]

[....does she want to ask about the possums. she really doesn't want to ask about the possums.]

Yeah? Guess that explains you then.

[splitaseam]

Duh.

[chainbroke]

I don't think it is at all!