“I’m pretty sure they’re cultists!”
“What was your first clue?!” Alice hissed. She was sitting next to the stranger, bound hand and foot. These obvious cultists were dressed in stereotypical black robes. They wore masks to keep themselves anonymous to their victims.
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He gulps and wonders weather to just run a random direction or say his name he sighs and ‘says’ his name “my names MMMM-iiekie” he coughs and tries again “Mmmkieieiee. Ikeiem. kemi, mmmmmmmm kkke e”
And again he talks “Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikeh, MYYYYYKIE, Matt” he facepalms
“umm I think were done here” he forces a smile feeling embarresed at his name.
The blue woman squints confused. “Uhhhhh, Mikey? Is that it?”
m facepalms and debates wheather to try again or just say drop the y he sighs “Close just drop the y”
he braces for his embarrassing name to be said he really wishes he had his book to cast a memory wipe spell to save himself from embarrassment.
The not-dog creature made a look, but not for the reason that M would think. He could tell that he was trying to dodge the question, but out of all the embarrassing names in the world, “Mike” was considered humiliating to him? Sure it was an anti-climatic name, but it wasn’t stupid. Now that surname, THAT was stupid.
The blue woman cleared her throat. She chanted the spell, with “ አሳዳጊ 1“ and “Mike Kawaii Bunny” being audible. It was amazing how she managed to say the name without laughing.
a beam of light shoots out of the book and heads deeper into the base M follows the light with his eyes “... well this looks fun” the beam makes a yellow brick road and fades.
“... I’m pretty sure this is a joke my book is playing” m looks around awkwardly he wonders if he’ll get the chance to erase his awkward name from their memories.
M hears a growl “... anyone else hungry?”
