That Guy took his partner back.
"Thanks." He turned to Alex again. "See? The problem solved itself."
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That Guy took his partner back.
"Thanks." He turned to Alex again. "See? The problem solved itself."
“Whatever...” Alex shrugged. “It was just a suggestion.”
"You weren't to know I'm so awesome, I'm guessing," This Guy said, adjusting the gaudily-coloured shirt That Guy had made him wear.
Grit had just finished throwing on his costume, which took him all of three pages.
"Come in, come in! Abandon hope all ye who enter here!" He said, throwing open the door. The only difference in his appearance was the fact that he was now wearing devil horns.
"But yeah, I'm just kidding! Nothing bad will happen tonight, I promise!"
“I hope so,” Alex said, trotting past him.
Something bad is totally happening...Elysion thought to herself as she entered the mansion nervously. But when she saw the cake set on the table, all her fears and suspicious vanished, and she ran towards the cake happily.
That Guy and This Guy swapped glances, their initial reaction, perversely, to be patronised by the news that nothing bad would happen. With no further delay, they went in, following Alex.
"Yeah, it would be horrible if something as cliche as something bad happening in an old mansion on a Halloween night." Ame said, grinning, as she walked in.
"Am I late?" Metabee called, poking his head through the doorway. Because of the way he was standing, the headphones on his head fell off and clattered to the floor. He grumbled as he picked them up and replaced them, loud music still blaring from the speakers. He stuck his hands inside the pockets of his white hoodie and took a step inside, glancing around at the other guests.
A thought suddenly occurred to Alex, and he turned towards Grit. “Hey Grit,” he asked, “whose mansion is this?”
"A good question." Ame mentioned dryly. "Should I be here you, or ignore the answer for to Deniable Plausibility."
"I dunno. I just found an empty one." Grit said, fixing himself a white russian.
"Plausible Deniability it is then."
He tutted. “Thought so.”
Leavanny started to stalk This Guy.