To add to that bit of Ghia scaring the piss out of Illu, he probably decides to go all out in scaring Illuso. I mean, Gigi’s P I S S E D after all. No one wakes up Ice Bear. He might shut off the power in Illu’s room, cause a cold draft in there, sneak behind Illu in the darkness, then put his phone flashlight below his face and go for the jumpscare. Maybe play that song from fnaf that plays when you run out of power for the memes. Just completely traumatize Illuso. Wakes up the rest of LS too.
😂😂😂 Let's see how he likes it! Illuso is shivering, less from the cold than out of fear as he whips the emergency torch every which way to catch the shadows that flit across the corners of his vision.
"G-guys! This isn't fucking funny."
His window shut close and he jumped startled, tears embarassingly pricking his eyes. Dammit, why did the mirror have to be so far from the goddamn bed??
He felt movement from under his sheets and when he pulled them back he saw the brief sight of a rat coming towards him before he was flailing and reaching notes that he didn't think any man of his stature was capable of.
He whips his head towards the direction of the door only to come face to face with Ghiacco's face, hair disheveled and nose flaring with his eyes looking as if they're ready to knock down the heavy doors that contained his soul to drag it out by the hair. If souls even had hair.
Illuso would stumble out of his room still screaming, blindly running through the corridor until he bumps into a wall. Said wall seemed to have grown a hand and was now holding onto his face and asking him calmly but with a slight lace of menace, about what the fuck were three grown men doing chasing each other like toddlers in the middle of a power interruption and disrupting the peace in an otherwise silent building.
Illuso trembled as he felt pinpricks underneath his skin, debating whether he should back away from the hold that held his head like a Spalding or just stay there frozen in place hoping Risotto would grant him the mercy of leaving his face unscathed if he stood still enough.
"It was Ghiaccio's idea." Melone blurted out, his announcement triggering an uncharacteristic nervous laugh from Ghiaccio followed by a more characteristic mumble of threats that had Risotto's hold on Illuso's face tightening. They're fighting. In front of Risotto. Mio dio, forget the face, he hopes he gets out of this with his head.
