-three weeks later-
“Puppy, get back here! Those are for the reception!” Dennis chased Sagebear down the hall, dressed in his leather vest and bandana ensemble like he had for his own wedding.
Sagebear herself was dressed in her very own dog tuxedo, carrying a package of raw steaks between her teeth. She waddled down past a corner, into one of the doors on the other side.
When Dennis turned said corner himself, it looked as though Sagebear disappeared into thin air.
Malum’s decapitated head fell to the ground with everyone watching. It ended up splattering all over like an overripe melon, with some of the mess getting on Meliora’s face.
Then, all was silent for a little while. It became so quiet, that it was almost stifling. Annette bent over the edge of the pillar, trying to get a better look.
“Is it over?” She could hear Shark quietly ask.
Malum continued to laugh at Annette’s apparent misfortune, beckoning the others to come closer to her.
“There’s no need to be shy, everyone!” She said to them. “I’m sure dear Annette is aching to hear your voices again!
Annette could only wait with intense dread as the group stepped forward to confront her.
It was thankfully getting to be a bit easier to inflict hits on her sister now.
Meliora unfortunately had no time to admire the sword cuts on Malum’s body, as she had to jump out of the way from a lunging attack.
By this time, Malum had become a snarling mess, with her hair flying every which way. She glared upon her sister, and began slamming her hunting knife against the floor.
(Warning! Homophobic slurs, a scene that depicts bullying, and an attempt at suicide!)
It was the inside of a boy’s bathroom that Annette was now sent to. At least, she believed that it was the boys’ room from the row of urinals she was looking at.
However, she didn’t have time to cringe at this misplaced transition. Now, Annette’s attention was turned to some teenagers laughing from the stalls. This already set off warning bells off in her head.
“I know I’m already going to regret finding out, but…” She took a few wary steps toward the source of the noise, and pushed her head through the stall door she now stood before.
A group of various teddy bears greeted Annette in the next room. Their sweet, adorable smiles almost took the edge off of what she had been doing.
Then she remembered the reason she was even in here. Annette tried to alleviate her burgeoning by picking one of the bears up, holding it close.
“Why am I not surprised?” She asked herself when she saw who the juror was this time. Continue Reading
(Warning! Brief animal cruelty and child abuse!)
A chain-link fence was the first thing Annette saw once she reached the next memory. The second thing was sawdust on the floor, seemingly freshly thrown on the ground for whatever reason.
On the other side of the fence, a group of people were crowded in front of a man behind a table. He was shouting various numbers, and writing on a chalkboard behind him.
When Annette took a more detailed look around her, she saw other people next to her, speaking in hushed whispers. Curious as to what they were talking about, she stepped closer to one of them.
(Warning! Scene that contains overdose!)
Sinbad looked menacing even in the state he was in, a presumed condition of death. His ostensibly unusable arms looked to be gripping the armrests on either side of him. His mouth was set in a stern frown. Even Annette was a bit intimidated by how he was sitting.
His appearance seemed to fit in with the rest of the room somehow. Said room was surrounded by a chain-link fence, with broken wood sticks lining up against one of the walls.
Annette remembered what the area that she was looking at was meant to emulate, and shuddered. She tried unsuccessfully to rid her mind of the image, and stepped forward. Continue Reading
The clanging of steel against steel seemed to be getting louder, as was the trash-talking.
Regina sat in the center of the pedestals, apprehensive over what could be the outcome of her daughters’ clash.
To try and keep her attention in one place, she stared at the door in front of her. Annette had been gone for quite some time now.
Much to Annette’s surprise, she was the only one in the next room. In a break of the cycle, there was no body. This was now putting her into a mix of confusion, worry, and annoyance.
“Oh, don’t tell me this was all a prank. Did I seriously have to watch all those traumatizing flashbacks just to get an empty room?!” She gripped her hair in frustration, and attempted to rip it out.
Her actions were halted when she heard a quiet voice whispering to her. It had been so soft, she almost didn’t hear it. Stopping her furious hair-pulling, she stopped to listen to it again.
The Racket-Rotter Chronicles 