wist [#309 🥬 / #614 ☕]
iris was out of breath by the time she stumbled over to the course—or, what remained of the course. the complex looked as if it had specifically been designed to kill. razor edges bordered the “course,” with multiple traps set up. there were even some fire pits.
…what… what the fuck.
she ran to the group, who seemed just as shocked as she was.
she sees ted.
…oh god, that’s what the black ink was. (edited)
"Everything's gone to shit, and finally when I thought I had a break." Alph sighs, noticing Iris' expression and standing straight. Now he had a headache. wonderful. They don't move any further from Narrator; he's warm, why would they? "Sorry the world is ending while you're here, Narrator."
"Well, it is rather... unfortunate." He sighs. "If, or when, the world is actually about to end, you best make a portal to my dimension and stay there."
"Also, welcome, Ir- Spooctus, no obstacle course."
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