(I love using this image)
Anyway, a big thank you to all who managed to slog through this dreck.
Check back here later on (could be a couple of days, could be not for weeks) to see what else I might be cooking up. (I already have a few projects in mind!)
Maybe you’ll get to see more of Sinbad and Shark down the road? Who knows. (because I sure as fuck don’t)
-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.
(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
Once again, Annette was in what looked to be a kind of church. Unlike the churches she witnessed Ox-Head in, however, this one was far brighter and not invoking general coldness of religion.
In fact, the overall atmosphere promised a rather joyous occasion, if not a rather obvious one. It was clear from who was present as well.
This time, Annette saw a slightly older-looking Dennis standing at the altar, sweating profusely.