Jul 13, 2023
"I want to-a get out there. To speak with others. The ghosts, they're not-a the best conversationalists. I... just want to talk."
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"I want to-a get out there. To speak with others. The ghosts, they're not-a the best conversationalists. I... just want to talk."
"If I could PLEEEAAASEEE not have to deal with GHOST-BUSTERS being sicced on me, that would be magnifico. I'mma not giving up the ghosts yet!"
You people know who you are and what you tried to do to him-
"I keep forgetting that I'mma muse over here, it's so quiet."
Feeling rejuvenated even after his past defeat, Peppo and the ghosts once more maneuver into the halls of the wooden manor. This time he's careful to avoid that room - and to avoid peeking into random rooms at all, this time. With a huff, the chef makes it to one last hallway that he hasn't searched just yet.
And...
It's too quick, but also... the 'copy' of his weapon is his crossbow. So whoever it is seems to be interested in striking him with-- Oh no nevermind he hears the clickclickclick of the string being wound back.
He drops to the ground just in time for the bolt to sail over him. Peppo grips the floor with straining fingers, teeth bared in a wide scowl before he flings himself at the staircase. Clickclickclick The possessed man hurls himself up the steps, ignoring the sudden pain of his shin striking the stairs. All he can do is suck in air between his teeth and scurry like a wild animal, still on all fours...
All the way up to the roof...
"What is a 'NTV' even supposed to-a be... some sort of-a TV model?"
This isn't too different from exploring the first floors of the nightmare, though at least the manor floors aren't sopping wet with grease and spilled pesto. It still feels the same amount of foreboding, however.
Peppo continues his exploration with several extra eyes looking in each direction, until...
"... I'mma fine." Annoyed, but fine. The memory of his rosary is pushing him forward. He might need it later...
Nameless is raring to go the instant the ooze splits in two. "OH, YOU THINK THAT'LL KEEP YA SAFE?! WE GOT MORE IN HERE THAN YOU DO!"
They fling their borrowed body at the two, ghostly hands ready to tear and claw.
"SHIT! SHIT! SHITSHITSHIT--" Nameless struggles frantically as they're pounded by the two slimes before straining free at last! Their battered host body is breathing heavily and they wipe some goo off their face.
"YOU'RE IN FOR IT NOW. THAT DIDN'T PUT US DOWN, SO YOU'RE GONNA PAY!!!"
So how are things with the most possessed participating this side of the hunt? Well...
By the grace of the ghosts, he wasn't poisoned. Or envenomed. Peppo sighs and looks up at the ooze looming over him and his collective, before readying his weapon, a--
...
"OKAY," Nameless growls, brandishing three ghostly limbs. "WE CAN DO THIS THE HARDER WAY!!! C'MON!!!!"