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.
Horse-Face was mildly grateful that The Builder had gone off and disappeared. It gave him the chance to go back into his room and check on The Mother.
Clambering to his room, he felt a chill as he walked by Sunny and Moony’s room. He tried to shake it off, and went into his own room.
To his surprise and confusion, it looked as though The Mother had shifted position. More specifically, she had somehow moved enough to topple to the floor.
Waiting for the group to come back proved to take too long.
Amelia left her spot by the window to get ready for bed. Some time earlier, her sister had retreated into Emit’s library, looking for any helpful clues.
She had been in there for so long, without so much as a bathroom break. Amelia was beginning to get quite worried. Continue Reading
(Yep, doing another one of these special holiday whatchamafuckits. Gonna try something different than the Mother’s Day thing. And yep, pictures here too)
(Obviously not connected to the current events in the story)
As dreaded, though expected, Amara’s empty eye socket was bleeding terribly.
Emit was doing all he could to stanch the flow of blood, while Amelia held her sister’s hand in an act of sororal comfort.
“I should have known this was going to happen, but I never expected it to be at this time!” Even Emit was losing his cool over this predicament.