@immortalshowcase continued from x
She’d come to (what was left) of the Funhouse on a whim-- to see what could be repaired, if anything, and also to check on Bray. He’d been babbling about Him for days now, so Paige knew the Fiend was destined to make an appearance at any second. She wasn’t afraid, per se, more so nervous-- the come down process was getting longer and longer for Bray. And Paige knew it had to do a number on him.
The former champion was carrying Mercy the Buzzard’s box when she stopped dead in her tracks. Something seized her chest and a chill ran down her spine. Paige turned to look at the man(or demon? She still had trouble putting her finger on exactly what the Fiend was) behind her and swallowed the lump in her throat. “They’re coming,” Paige repeated again, putting Mercy’s box down and grabbing the nearest available weapon-- a hammer.
