screwthatnoise

♥ v2

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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She may be new, but she's always had a place here, somewhere.

[... well okay]

Is... there somewhere we can put her, so she doesn't hurt anything?

"...the trap door by my former... I suppose, current again, room. She came from down there. You could drop her in."

... Will she not be able to hurt you from there?

[but, I guess... he is gathering her up... sob]

"I do not know, but that is where she came from. I know it."

Alright... I'll try taking her back there...

[that was... the pool of feelings though, wasn't it... it couldn't be...]

No worries. Nurse Echo is leading you—or following along, whichever, down the hall that leads to the Trauma Center.

"Thank you. I could have used the gurney to push her down the hall, but I decided to make you carry her."

... You're welcome. And it's fine... she said I was her inspiration, right...

"Yes. So it's your fault."

It's dark, cold, and numbing down this hall... but eventually you're meant with the plain sight of the trap door. It's already opened.

"There."

[he looks down it-- carrying her down a ladder of knives is going to be painful and/or could end badly if she wakes up, but...]

Not if her eyes snap open.

And not if she suddenly catches fire (or perhaps, gives off fire) and screams obscenities.

[OH MY GOD, WHY IS THERE FIRE?! D-DROPPING HER]

Hail! W-What just happened?!

Nurse Echo is... actually surprised by this!

"..."

Nurse Echo used speechless. It's not very effective, and that fiery figure is trying to grab you with fiery hands.

[w-what-- NO, ACTUALLY, THAT BURNS. yanking back from her!]

She digs her fingers into the floor by your feet, setting fire to that. Her nonsensical, garbled screams resound through the narrow, cold hall.

"I̢̧ Ẃ͜I͟LL ̴̵͘N͘E̴̡͞VȨR̨ ͏̶LE̷T ͞͏T̸H̢I̢͏͝S̴ ̛ĢO"

[is that going to spread if he doesn't put it out]

Stop it!]

Maybe.

She climbs to her feet and tries to dart past you, because clearly the best idea she has is something that involves running around an old house, while on fire.

[NO, BLOCKING HER-- WITH HIS SWORD. DON'T. YOU. MOVE]

Stop!

She grabs the sword.

It doesn't melt or anything, thank goodness! Your sword is safe. But her hands aren't, and she's staring at him with furious white eyes as she does.

"M̀Ỳ̵ I͟Ń̡̧S̀Ṕ̧͜Í̡̛RA͢͜T̵I͏̡̕ƠN͠͞ ̕͘CA͏NNO̴Ţ ͝Ş̴T̀͢͡Ớ́P̡͏ ͠M̕͡E̴̛͠ ̀͏Y͢Ò̡U͟ ́́U͟S͡E̛͞Ļ͝Ę̶S̀͡S̸̀ ̀W͝O̸R̵̵̀T̡H̷̷L̸̵E̴̡͡S͜͡S̀ ̡T̡̛H̸I̷̶NG̷̢͞"

[i. i can barely understand that-- but he wont move]

I'm not letting you attack the rest of the heart!

[it's kind of a... final warning]

She almost laughs.

Suddenly the flames heighten, to dangerous heights, and her range is that much longer as she tries grabbing for you again at desperate, fast speeds.

[okay, well, stabbing her to defend himself]

The sword goes through her with relative ease. Her hands fall as the flames die out, leaving a charred body behind.

[oh... oh god, p...pulls his sword out and just... stares... What did I just do.

He looks sick for a moment but-- quickly poker faces]

Hail...?

She collapses to the floor. There's no blood gushing out of her. She doesn't even have fingers anymore; they're laying by your feet, probably in burnt pieces as well.

It's quiet.

[oh god, I. I just killed her.]

Is... she dead?

[to Nurse Echo]

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