(Warning! Brief scene of abuse!)
Shark was thrown onto the floor of a location he couldn’t recognize. It had to be somewhere on the property, so chances were it was a hidden basement.
The room was bare, and small. There was nothing in the way of decorations. All four walls were in dire need of cleaning.
Behind him, Max was already pulling out a rather terrifying object, among other horrors he had in wait.
(Mobile users may want to avoid this post)
Okay, NOW get your hopes up. (sort of)
Basically, I collected a series of screenshots from my Tumblr blog, and posted them all here (since by this point they’ve all been buried in all the other shit I’ve reblogged)
They tend to vary in size because…I don’t know, they just do. (Note: None of them have any connection to the actual story)
Apologies if any of the pictures are repeated.
A scratchy, yet pleasant sensation was what brought Shark out of slumber the next morning.
He could feel Sinbad nuzzling against the back of his neck. It was sad that he had to make him stop.
“Mornin, Sinbad,” Shark ended up mumbling to him. Right away, Sinbad quit what he was doing.
(Note: Homophobic slurs used at some point)
Although it was just the beginning of November, the Christmas decorations were already out.
Shark looked over a package of Starburst flavored candy canes, as he heard Sinbad’s voice in the aisle next to him.
“Yeah, I got them. I’m telling you, Amy, you gotta be more careful next time! Something called birth control? Maybe use it-eh? What?” He was presumably talking into his phone as he walked by.
(Note: Most of this Arc will take place in the past unless stated to be in the present day. Otherwise I’d have to use a hell of a lot of italics to indicate the past)
Having to make tents out of blankets was awkward. Nonetheless, the group managed to make some and settle down for the night.
None of them knew about the catastrophe that had ensued at the town they’d just left. It seemed they’d gotten out of Hidden Springs in time.
Shark sat outside the tent he was sharing with Sinbad and Sagebear, looking out at the night sky. Sagebear sat next to him, gazing up alongside him while in her long johns. Both of them were quite a pair.
Annette would have been rejoicing more at seeing Max’s detached head.
Given who had delivered the killing blow, however, all she could really do was muster a little smile.
For reasons unknown even to her, Annette had left the TV on for hours, so as to watch the going-ons in the mansion. If nothing else, it intrigued her.
(Warning! Decapitation and more possible signs this was rushed! Because it kind of was)
“So…Why is Robot Santa trying to kill everybody?” Drinking the leftover eggnog, Shark and Sinbad were cuddling on the couch, watching Christmas specials.
Shark looked at the dog resting at their feet, before looking back at the TV screen. “Because his standards were set too high, and he thinks everyone’s naughty.”
Both men took notice of Dennis now, who was quietly sipping at his own festive drink.