#wunce

[purgatorymutiny]

LIVINGS: Unfortunately, this project needs soul jars. Kitter Catter would hate to see me again, so I’ll need… assistance.

Livings stands up and opens the morgue door. Wunce looks rather hesitant, sticking next to his corpse.

As if on cue, a spider-rat excitedly scampers down the stairs towards the morgue.

SICK DOT DOOM IS OPEN FOR ASKS!!

[purgatorymutiny]

Suddenly, a blue light flickered in the corpse.. Livings paid it almost no mind, as if it was normal.

WUNCE LIVINGS IS OPEN TO ASKS!!

[purgatorymutiny]

psychiatrist?

Livings shakes his head.

LIVINGS: Dr. Covey. What it is, is none of your business. His own words.

WUNCE: Dr. Covey will introduce itself, I bet! He checks in here a lot.

[purgatorymutiny]

So Wunce...do you know of Livings plan?

Wunce pauses, as though hesitating to answer.

WUNCE: ..yes. It’s been in the works for some time, and Livings only lets me know about it. I don’t even think that psychiatrist of his knows..

[purgatorymutiny]

Catter? Who is that?

LIVINGS: Kitter Catter, the soul mortician. Tears knows why we need one of those …

WUNCE: Livings stole my soul jar from that other morgue, which is probably against the rules, or something. Anyways, Catter hates him now. Petty, if you ask me.

[purgatorymutiny]

So Wunce, what is it like being dead?

WUNCE: It’s weird. I’m confined to the morgue, unless my corpse gets moved, and that sucks. Curse of being removed from a soul jar.. oh yeah, Catter’s still spicy about that.

Wunce chuckles while Livings simply frowns.

[purgatorymutiny]

HOLY CRAP GHOST DOG

WUNCE: …Oh!! You can see me..?? That’s weird. But, hello!! I’m Wunce.

LIVINGS: That is my husband. His ghost inhabits the morgue. Only me and the puppycorn patient could see him..

[eggeggeggegg-blog]

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