*The wisps find Kipley face down on the floor behind cherry’s bar*
M.H.M.: Mm..? What the..
M.H.M: —EEP!
WHAT THE FUCK..!
{a very jumpscared Holly leaps back, then hitting Kipley with her cane.}
C.S.: What’s the matter, Matty—Oh my god.
{Cherry’s words are less of fear, more of annoyance.}
C.S.: Kipley, did you get into the supply? I was trying to save our better liquors for your wedding and—are you okay..?















