Annette was on the verge of pissing herself, for standing before her now was her almost exact doppelganger.
“Tea time? It’ll be ever so much fun!” The other Annette shook the teapot at her again.
All that Annette could do was frantically shake her head. The doppelganger tried to appeal to her again.
Annette’s was still crying in grief and anguish, as she carried Julian somewhere into the forest to bury him.
Unbeknownst to her, The Twin followed closely behind, making sure she didn’t try anything too drastic.
She was still shaken up from earlier, seeing what Sinbad did to who was in essence his own son. Eventually, she reached a clearing. Continue Reading
“Hey, Sinbad?”
Once the two men were done frolicking and splashing about in the pool, they now both leaned on the edge and looked up at the starry sky.
It was in the quiet of the evening that Shark said his fiance’s name. Sinbad grunted to indicate he was listening. Then Shark made his odd request known.
Sagebear’s legs dangled like pointy sticks while she was still being carried by Blaise.
Blaise herself was panting heavily as she forced herself to keep running from Emit’s house. Already her legs were aching, though she hardly noticed.
Keeping a safe hold on Sagebear, Blaise finally slowed down at a nearby building and collapsed against it. It was then that she felt the combined leg and abdominal pain in full force.
Harwood was practically drooling at the selection of various teas before him. Marc wasn’t as enamored as he was, but still admiring of the inventory.
As for Dennis, he was inspecting the rest of the place with the twins close by. He was alone otherwise, Shark and Sinbad having gone off someplace else. This time, they made sure the others knew.
“Oh, I was never the best at shopping for another person,” Dennis lamented as he looked at the stock. “Not even for my own wife! Isn’t that sad?”
(Trust me when I say it was difficult to distract myself long enough to actually write this chapter. Damn complimentary Simpoints are just so addicting to earn and spend…)
After they left the abandoned houseboat, Shark and Sinbad took a seat next to some nearby flowers. Sagebear, finally on her feet again, alternated between digging holes and loafing around.
Picking one of aforementioned flowers, Sinbad inspected it closely upon realizing it was made of crystal. Fascinated by its composition, he looked through it.
“I’d like this more if it weren’t made of the same shit that’s covering our town back in the past,” he mused as he held it up to the sunlight.
“I’m sure Emit will not take too much longer with his research,” Amelia told the others as she and Amara led them through a wide-open, near-barren area.
Dennis tried to keep himself interested in the sparse surroundings as they all walked. “Well, he can take all the time he wants! I’m certain there’s plenty of this place that needs exploring by us.”
It was then quiet, save for a faint humming somewhere near all of them, along with their footsteps.
Emit was standing at the front of the beds when everyone awakened. By his side were both of the twins that the group had earlier encountered.
“Ah, wonderful! I trust all of you made it back safely?” He asked, which resulted in a variety of irritated groans.
Blaise sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Hoo boy! I ain’t had a dream that weird since my wedding night!”
Marc was pushed up against the nearest tree, in his attempt to escape the humanoid creature before him.
“Sorry, I don’t taste so good, I don’t think! I got diabetes, your blood sugar will go through the roof! Go away, go away!”
His words didn’t seem to deter the little monster one bit. It just kept crawling forward and speaking in a garbled voice. In an attempt to escape it further, Marc climbed up the tree and held on.
“Ohh, I really hope that urban legend about dying in your dreams isn’t true…” He whined as the grotesque creature began to climb up after him. Already, he could see his life flashing before his eyes.
“Byao zhi yang duh! How long have we been walking?”
To say Harwood was beginning to get irritated was something of an understatement. He looked to be on the verge of pulling out his cane gun and shooting up some of the trees.
He then remembered he was in a dream world, and therefore didn’t have his cane gun with him.
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