It was taking a lot out of Annette just to try and reach the corner. She was almost dumbstruck at just how much of an impact Sinbad’s left hook had on her.
She coughed a few times as she stumbled into the cellar, over to its hidden door. It took a bit more effort than usual to open it.
Once in, Annette tripped over her own feet, landing on the filthy ground. Before she could stand back up, she caught sight of a very dirty pair of feet.
“Are you okay?” Horse-Face’s companion said to her as he reached down to give her a hand.
“Would you believe I’ve been through worse?” She told him when she stood upright again.
Then Annette followed the young man to the main section, where everyone else was waiting. The Twin was huddled over the table, clearly in serious pain.
Huddled by another door, Ox-Head was weeping quietly, his face stained with red. Horse-Face sat next to him, making a choking noise.
“What is it?” Before either of them could answer her, Annette crept over and peeked through a crack in the door.
Upon seeing the scene, Annette gasped, her eyes widening.
The Builder jammed their knife into the nearest table as they wordlessly screamed into an empty kitchen.
It looked as though whoever they were looking for had already fled. Once they were done letting it out, The Builder kicked over anything not bolted down.
“Motherfuckin’ cocksuckin’ son of a bitch!” They went on with their profanity-laced tirade before stopping suddenly.
Right away, they clutched their abdomen, and fell to the floor. With what looked to be much effort, they crawled over to reach their knife again.
“This has got to be the worst pain I’ve ever felt,” The Builder said to themself. “Somehow it’s beaten out when that bubblegum-skinned bitch flung me into a void!”
With an intense wobble, they managed to stand upright once more and stomp to the nearest kitchen counter. They initially collapsed against it, before turning their attention to the headless corpses on the floor.
Taking hold of the blood-stained masks, The Builder then smashed them in between their hands. The shards fell to the ground like a sharp rainstorm.
Then they grabbed both Sunny and Moony’s corpses, and dragged them to the counter.
“Waste not, want not, losers,” The Builder muttered as they began dissecting.
Once more, Marc had finally calmed down. Blaise was gently patting him on the back as a sort of reassurance.
“Ya good now? Ya ain’t gonna have another episode?” She inquired of him.
Marc nodded. “I guess I scare easily, maybe. At least I don’t have a weak bladder along with the rest of my health problems.”
Sagebear and Dennis just remained on high alert. They could now hear approaching footsteps.
Thankfully, their apprehension lessened upon seeing that it was Shark and Harwood.
“Dad!” Shark cried out as he ran over to hug his father. The amount of strength in his embrace caused Dennis to lift off the ground.
Harwood just stood back and watched as the two happily played out their reunion. He was blushing in embarrassment as he realized he’d have to explain what he and Shark had to do earlier.
He then noticed someone missing from their group, and brought it up:
“Where’s Sinbad?” To his worry, the others answered either that they didn’t know, or thought that he was with him.
Sinbad had run himself ragged trying to get away from Annette. He panted heavily as he collapsed to the floor, his legs aching from overuse.
“What the hell is wrong with that chick…?” He wheezed. He then looked on both sides of himself, noting two rooms that were opened, without doors.
Once he managed to catch his breath, Sinbad went into the one on the right. The place wasn’t particularly fancy in any way, but he explored it with caution.
One bed was neatly made, while the other was quite messy in its bedding. Approaching the messy bed, Sinbad noticed something poking out from under its pillow.
Pulling it out revealed it to be a sort of journal, with a detailed picture of sun on the cover. When Sinbad tried to read it, he couldn’t understand any of it.
“Eh, shit…Maybe I should’ve paid attention to those French tourists I always passed by as a kid…” Assuming this book was important anyway, Sinbad tucked it under his arm and left for the other room.
The other room was also rather nondescript, although one bed had several child-like drawings next to it, and the other had sheets with dried blood on them.
Something told Sinbad to stay away from the latter, but not because of the stains. Rather, there was something else that told him to give it a wide berth.
Instead, he marched right over to the other bed and felt under its pillow. He was surprised to find a sparkling amethyst ring under it.
Sinbad thought he would never have to resort stealing again, but that same feeling told him he needed to hang onto this.
Carefully, Sinbad slid it onto his left middle finger, then examined it. It almost seemed to dwarf the engagement ring on his other finger.
With these two items in his possession, Sinbad left the room in search of the others.