-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.
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.
(Fun fact: I was half-asleep when I wrote this chapter, I’m quite certain it’s evident throughout)
Pushing a door open with her foot, The Twin carried Horse-Face’s companion into a rather unique room.
Twelve pedestals sat empty within, with six on either side of her. She briefly looked at all of them before continuing on.
The Twin then reached another door, which led to a series of small, connected rooms. She walked through the first six empty rooms quickly.
“So do you think there’ll be a chance to reverse the crystallization in the past?” Amelia asked her sister while inspecting the currently inactive time portal.
Amara just stood behind her with her arms crossed. “The Time Traveler only did it as a last resort, I think. Unless he’s left documents telling us what to do in the case of this, then I don’t know for sure.
“I’ll bet that it’ll reverse once they return though. And if it doesn’t, well…Hope they can get used to another era.”