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With a loud crack, Spyders fell to the floor. Still very much alive, but now unable to move.

2015-10-07 05:48:56

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Oh shit, oh shit, he's /paralyzed/, "HEY, YOU BIG PUSSY! PICK ON SOMEONE SOBER!" I raised my fists too, one hand shaking, and ducked under his to barrel into his diaphragm in a classic football charge that ended up more as a headbutt. He grunted, but it didn't really seem to phase him, and he just moved aside to let my momentum carry me into the kitchen island. WELL FUCKING OW CORNERS. He dismissed me, and looked back at Spyders, raising his...foot.... Okay, fine, I'm a wimp or whatever, but I started crying. There's no way he could kill Spyders, for a buncha reasons, not including the health benefits from drinking, but he couldn't just /die/, Spyders doesn't die! "GET UP! COME ON, /G-GET UP/!!"

2015-10-07 05:54:06

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Of course, Spyders couldn't move. This was it. He was dead.

He shut his eyes tightly.

2015-10-07 05:56:33

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No. No. Please. Don't. He stared down at Spyders with this creepily empty expression, foot in the air. Then he moved it and brought it down on his arm instead. OH THANK GOD. Or, uh, I mean, Satan. Whatever. THANK A DEITY.

2015-10-07 06:01:30

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He heard the snap, but didn't feel it. Oh. Hahahha. He couldn't feel anything at the moment. Spyders slowly opened his eyes.

2015-10-07 06:03:15

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It seemed like he thought paralyzing him was enough of a punishment. "Earhovao ap aterar qwrae arejpar, ty q arajepa pvacz mnoix," he threatened, or at least, garbled in a threatening tone. He left through the new rectangular hole in the wall and I ran over to Spyders. "BITE ME, BITCH." I grabbed his head and lifted it.

2015-10-07 06:06:01

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Without struggling, or arguing, Spyders did just that. He bit down. hard.

2015-10-07 06:08:05

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Eesh. That's a little much. I hissed at the pain. "/THIS/ IS WHY YOU DON'T GET DRUNK. I WAS WORRIED, YA SHIT."

2015-10-07 06:09:32

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He groaned something back, eventually able to pull away on his own. Now fully sober. Fully aware. "What the hell was that all about?"

2015-10-07 06:10:35

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"NO CLUE." I rubbed my neck. Yeah, I've got some bruises. This'll be fun in the morning. "WAS HE GLOWING?"

2015-10-07 06:13:29

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"Shit...you saw that too? I thought I was hallucinating that."

2015-10-07 06:14:02

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"EITHER YOU SPIKED MY SWEET TEA OR THERE'S SOMETHING SERIOUSLY MESSED UP WITH HIM. SINCE YOU DIDN'T SEEM TO HAVE A CLUE WHAT HE SAID EITHER, I'M GOING WITH THE LATTER."

2015-10-07 06:15:04

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He sat up. "Me too....but /what/"

2015-10-07 06:16:10

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"GOLDIE'LL PROBABLY HAVE SOME ANSWERS. OR HE'D BETTER. I'LL ASK HIM IN THE MORNING." Fuck time. I'll just ask him when I wake up. All that bawling, brawling, and playing the part of a juicebox tired me out again.

2015-10-07 06:18:42

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Spyders nodded. "I'm going to...lay down as well, before he comes back." He stood up and retreated to his room.

2015-10-07 06:20:33

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"NIGHT. /YOU'RE WELCOME!/" I went over to the door and tried my best to prop it back up. No saving the hinges, but we were in the middle of the woods, no one other than Electro's going to show up, and no doors were getting in his way, obviously. I flopped back onto my bed and passed the fuck out.

2015-10-07 06:22:25

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I had wandered around this foggy place for a while now. Mostly trying to find a place to keep warm. God. I was /freezing/ cold. I think I was getting sick from this somehow. the ice melted on its own, but the cold still remained. Is this what Louhkie had to deal with? Holy fuck.

2015-10-07 06:27:13

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So help me Satan, if he's here too I'm out. Just out in general. I got up and groaned a little. Geez, it's like every time I come here it's after being beat around the bend with a riding stick. I cracked my back, and for once, didn't yell to attract attention. This time, that could get me killed.

2015-10-07 06:31:15

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I stopped. Oh I swear to God if it's him- Louhkie? Oh. Thank goodness. I don't think I can handle Elsa again. I moved forward, shivering. I stopped once I came close enough to see the bruises on his neck. "What the hell happened to you?"

2015-10-07 06:34:48

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Calypso? Woohoo! "I could ask you the same thing. Is that a fever, or are you just happy to see me?"

2015-10-07 06:36:35

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"....Fever." I answered.

2015-10-07 06:37:58

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"Shit. Did Mr. Penguin get to you again? He's dead, next time I see him, mama bear girlfriend or not." I put my forehead to hers. Yep, definitely sick. Shaking too.

2015-10-07 06:40:09

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Don't come near- ah fuck it. I was too sick to fight right now. "You didn't answer my question. What happened to /you/?"

2015-10-07 06:41:34

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"Did he or not?"

2015-10-07 06:42:08

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"...Yeah."

2015-10-07 06:42:50