Dennis was still reeling over what he’d seen when Blaise came up to him. A tug on his sleeve was the jolt he needed to return to some form of reality.
“Uh, hate to interrupt yer bonding time, Denny,” she told him as Marc came up to them, “but Silent Bob back there says we need to skedaddle.”
“They didn’t really give a reason why. Just said we had to go,” Marc piped up. As he spoke, he picked up Sagebear and held her close.
As though to contribute to this request, Sagebear began tugging on his shirt with her teeth. Deciding that denying The Twin’s demand was unwise, Dennis nodded. He then turned to look at Horse-Face’s companion.
“Don’t worry about me,” the young man said. “I’m too used to this place as is. You just go on and protect yourselves.” As he spoke, his voice was still trembling.
Nodding once again, Dennis followed the others to the nearest exit.
Once the others were gone, Horse-Face watched the door that they’d gone into. Next to him, Ox-Head just kept wringing his hands nervously.
“Did The Twin make them leave because they were bad? I didn’t think they did anything bad.” He turned to look at The Twin. “Did they do something bad?”
The Twin just shook their head. They had a far different reason as to why they sent Dennis and his loved ones away.
Turning away from the door now, Horse-Face lifted his nose to the air, and sniffed. He then made a quizzical sound.
“I didn’t know Moony was allowed to make black pudding…” To help with his curiosity, his companion got up and checked things out for him.
After taking a few glances in each door, the young man gasped at the sight he was now seeing. His reaction drove the two assistants to take a peek themselves.
“You, uh…” Sinbad tried to get his fiance’s attention by tapping him on the shoulder. “You want any help getting dressed?”
Shark nodded a little, and lifted himself up to sit back onto the bed. He waited as Sinbad took hold of his clothing, then stretched his leg out.
All Annette could do now was watch this happen. A quick glance showed her that Harwood was watching as well.
She thought she was imagining it, but there appeared to be a sort of longing in his eyes. She could also detect a hint of jealousy.
Before she could say anything about it, however, The Builder’s voice was heard coming back to the room.
Once they appeared, they were eating a slice of what appeared to be a very bloody meat pie. Upon noticing that Annette was staring at them, they flashed a horrifically stained grin.
“Ewwww…” By this point, Annette had just one idea as to who went into that. “I’m amazed you found the time to dissect another clone.”
“Clone?” The Builder looked at what remained of their pie slice, then shrugged almost dismissively. “Sure, let’s go with that.”
Dennis and the rest of the group were now cautiously exploring the base. All of them were unnerved at the sight, though presumably for different reasons.
“Ya think whoever lives here would shell out some cash for renovations,” Blaise remarked as she touched part of a wall.
A little while later, Sagebear began squirming in Marc’s arms. In response, Marc set her down onto the floor, and she immediately skittered off.
“Oh boy…” Dennis said while watching her go. “I can only assume she’s caught a whiff of something.”
All three humans did their best to keep up with her. They all hoped that Sagebear caught the scent of any of the other three.
There was no such luck. Instead of finding their loved ones, Sagebear led them into a filthy-looking kitchen. Upon entering, all of them were hit with a putrid stench.
“Ick!” Marc appeared to be especially affected by the smell. “Someone left their meat out of the fridge for too long, it smells like.”
Close by, Blaise noticed an enormous pantry with red liquid dripping out from under the door. Sagebear seemed unusually interested in it. Taking a few careful steps, she reached it.
“All right, little girl. Let Grandma in so she can see what ya found.” It took Blaise a couple of yanks before the door gave way.
Immediately, the odor intensified. Blaise looked at what fell out of the pantry, and let out a mortified, “Holy Toledo!”
Sagebear and the men were just as freaked out. The sight before all of them now consisted of two headless carcasses, their arms entwined with each other. One was much bigger than the other.
Next to them lay a pair of blood-stained masks, made to look like the sun and the moon.
For the second time since arriving in the base, Marc let loose with an unearthly shriek.