Tully laughed at the goofy ass puppet Mildred got. It was kind of familiar, but he couldn't really mark why. He glanced between her, and Kathleen who flopped out of a cupboard, and then Dawn and her massive bag of weed. It could be worse. None of them were armed, but none of them were looking for a fight either. Someone who is will come, but that's neither here nor there. Fuck it, didn't matter now. They'll cross that bridge when they get there.
He looked at his own bag. Wonder what he got? He unzipped it, and caught a glance. Tully smiled, picking up one of his weapons. It left when he read the markings on it though. Well, least it looked like a weapon.
"Heeey, check it out!" He smiled, pulling out one of the grenades. He closed the lever, and pulled the pin, twirling the ring on his finger.
He didn't bother to tell them they were smoke grenades, at least not yet.
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Frazzled. Dazed. Confused. Discombobula-oh a hand! Thank you kind stranger! Or, well, no, that's not a stranger. That's Dawn! "Hi Dawn!" Is what Kathleen wanted to say. It came out similar to this.
"Ugh-uh-th-thanks. You-uh...Hey. Hi, D-Dawn, right?"
Kathleen got up with the help of Dawn, using her other arm to rub her sore lower back and ass. She sure didn't feel like a FNAF-tier jumpscare. More like a slasher-movie-with-low-budget-and-therefore-no-stunt-double-tier jumpscare. As in, it was kind of lame, but it still got you at some level because it was startling.
Why was Kathleen thinking about this? Maybe it was to distract herself from the impending, and rather tragic, death that she was going to endure at some point. Painful probably too. Gnarly, even. Gorey, if it so happened. Speaking of gore, let's get back to that jumpscare talk.
Wasn't it strange how those seedy and low-budget scares got you? It wasn't even because it was scary or good, but mostly because you just liked the movie. Low budget films got what they got, and they ran with it. Couple that with honestly good stories and boom! The late 70s to 80s horror scene!
Well, then capitalism got their grubby little hands on it. A few high-profile actors here, a couple million dollars there, and voila! You have Arnold Schwarzenegger and Freddy Kruegar VS. the Diabolical Alliance of the Aliens and Jason Voorhees. Oh, and did I mention that this was the 8th movie in the franchise? You won't BELIEVE what happens next movie! Get this, Jason Voorhees and Freddy Kruegar ki-
Kathleen saw the large bag of weed. She smiled. Kathleen saw the puppet. She chuckled, still looking and sounding frazzled. Then, Kathleen saw the grenades. Cool weapon, bud-
She then saw the guy pull a pin. Wow. Mass murder-suicide. Very cool!
She fiddled with her bag too. Ain't no way she's going down like this. But..what does she have?
Oh. A nonlethal weapon. Very cool! We're all going to die!
"Jesus fuck!" Taking Dawn with her, stepping back a few steps. Away from the crazy man with a grenade.
"Ugh-uh-th-thanks. You-uh...Hey. Hi, D-Dawn, right?"
Kathleen got up with the help of Dawn, using her other arm to rub her sore lower back and ass. She sure didn't feel like a FNAF-tier jumpscare. More like a slasher-movie-with-low-budget-and-therefore-no-stunt-double-tier jumpscare. As in, it was kind of lame, but it still got you at some level because it was startling.
Why was Kathleen thinking about this? Maybe it was to distract herself from the impending, and rather tragic, death that she was going to endure at some point. Painful probably too. Gnarly, even. Gorey, if it so happened. Speaking of gore, let's get back to that jumpscare talk.
Wasn't it strange how those seedy and low-budget scares got you? It wasn't even because it was scary or good, but mostly because you just liked the movie. Low budget films got what they got, and they ran with it. Couple that with honestly good stories and boom! The late 70s to 80s horror scene!
Well, then capitalism got their grubby little hands on it. A few high-profile actors here, a couple million dollars there, and voila! You have Arnold Schwarzenegger and Freddy Kruegar VS. the Diabolical Alliance of the Aliens and Jason Voorhees. Oh, and did I mention that this was the 8th movie in the franchise? You won't BELIEVE what happens next movie! Get this, Jason Voorhees and Freddy Kruegar ki-
Kathleen saw the large bag of weed. She smiled. Kathleen saw the puppet. She chuckled, still looking and sounding frazzled. Then, Kathleen saw the grenades. Cool weapon, bud-
She then saw the guy pull a pin. Wow. Mass murder-suicide. Very cool!
She fiddled with her bag too. Ain't no way she's going down like this. But..what does she have?
Oh. A nonlethal weapon. Very cool! We're all going to die!
"Jesus fuck!" Taking Dawn with her, stepping back a few steps. Away from the crazy man with a grenade.
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"Yup, that's me," Dawn answered Kathleen's somewhat scattered question while helping the girl to her feet. "Don't worry, we are all harmless here."
As if to prove that, Mildred presented her "weapon" and even managed a good if a little bit obscene joke with it, resulting in several people laughing. It appeared that Dawn had indeed found the right people to share her cannabis with.
At least until Tully suddenly revealed a hand grenade and pulled the pin.
Dawn froze. Not in the sense of temperature. Instead of going into fight or flight, she went into the lesser known, third response called freeze. In the jungle, freezing sometimes resulted in a predator ignoring or not even noticing you. It was also unlikely to further provoke the danger in the same way running or attacking could do.
But a grenade was unlikely to be impressed by such an act.
A voice inside her head screamed at her to run. Before she could do so, Kathleen had already tackled her in the direction of the exit.
Not prepared for this movement, Dawn stumbled to the ground. Behind her, the grenade...
... didn't make any sound?
Slowly, she turned around.
As if to prove that, Mildred presented her "weapon" and even managed a good if a little bit obscene joke with it, resulting in several people laughing. It appeared that Dawn had indeed found the right people to share her cannabis with.
At least until Tully suddenly revealed a hand grenade and pulled the pin.
Dawn froze. Not in the sense of temperature. Instead of going into fight or flight, she went into the lesser known, third response called freeze. In the jungle, freezing sometimes resulted in a predator ignoring or not even noticing you. It was also unlikely to further provoke the danger in the same way running or attacking could do.
But a grenade was unlikely to be impressed by such an act.
A voice inside her head screamed at her to run. Before she could do so, Kathleen had already tackled her in the direction of the exit.
Not prepared for this movement, Dawn stumbled to the ground. Behind her, the grenade...
... didn't make any sound?
Slowly, she turned around.
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Mildred began to sort through Dawn's hemp wrappers and sack of the sticky.
Within good time, she had made herself and the others some blunts, because rolling pastry dough wasn't all that different than rolling joints, and it wasn't as if she was unexperienced with that to begin with.
And so now she lay on the floor with her assigned bag as a pillow. The room was filled with a kind of pleasant haze and as the minutes ticked by and she inhaled and exhaled the smoke, her mind began to wander.
Mildred took another drag of her joint, which was now nearing the end. After she took one, she put the joint up to the puppet's mouth, which was still on her hand, and drew it up, as if it was also smoking.
“Hey,” said Mildred. “You know how when you’re at the doctor they go 'The doctor will see you now'? I know they mean it’s my turn but, like, does the doctor actually SEE you. Like, spiritually? Hey. Do you ever get an ad for the place you already live in? Like, good job dude, I'm already here.”
Suddenly, her eyes became a bit watery.
“Is it bad that I get so mad when other people win instead of me? Does that make me a bad guy, just 'cause I want the people I hate to know I’m better than ‘em?” she asked to the puppet.
“Aw, I just wanna help and make it through this. I dunno what we’re doing. But you guys is my buds. Even yous I just met. Even this guy,” she said pointing to the squirrel.
Within good time, she had made herself and the others some blunts, because rolling pastry dough wasn't all that different than rolling joints, and it wasn't as if she was unexperienced with that to begin with.
And so now she lay on the floor with her assigned bag as a pillow. The room was filled with a kind of pleasant haze and as the minutes ticked by and she inhaled and exhaled the smoke, her mind began to wander.
Mildred took another drag of her joint, which was now nearing the end. After she took one, she put the joint up to the puppet's mouth, which was still on her hand, and drew it up, as if it was also smoking.
“Hey,” said Mildred. “You know how when you’re at the doctor they go 'The doctor will see you now'? I know they mean it’s my turn but, like, does the doctor actually SEE you. Like, spiritually? Hey. Do you ever get an ad for the place you already live in? Like, good job dude, I'm already here.”
Suddenly, her eyes became a bit watery.
“Is it bad that I get so mad when other people win instead of me? Does that make me a bad guy, just 'cause I want the people I hate to know I’m better than ‘em?” she asked to the puppet.
“Aw, I just wanna help and make it through this. I dunno what we’re doing. But you guys is my buds. Even yous I just met. Even this guy,” she said pointing to the squirrel.
My twisted humor 
Make him laugh so often
My honey bee
Come and get this pollen
Make him laugh so often
My honey bee
Come and get this pollen
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Jacob had been utterly furious in the wake of Tully's little stunt with the grenade. Like, throw hands levels of fuckmad furious about it. If Mildred hadn't gotten right to work rolling the joints for everyone, he'd probably have done it, and probably gotten his ass handed to him in the process. He'd gotten into fights before, but he wasn't stupid enough to think that'd go well for him. He was just that fucking angry about the grenade shit; of all the times to pull something like that, now had seemed like the worst possible time for it.
Now, though, laying on the floor and high as a kite, he had to admit the joke was actually pretty funny.
Mildred was next to him, getting all teary-eyed and emotional. Jacob wasn't quite like that; weed normally just made him way fucking dumber. But it was something Jacob knew well regardless, because Francis sometimes got like that when he was high. For such a big, imposing looking dude, he was honestly kind of a teddy bear, and somehow weed often just made him aggressively cuddly and affectionate.
What Jacob wouldn't give to have that now.
He shook his head. Dwelling on the situation wasn't gonna help them. It'd just kill the mood, before the mood had even really had time to settle. Dawn had made it clear she wanted to have fun for whatever time they had left, and he wasn't gonna spoil that. Even if Mildred kinda was right now.
Instead he focused on Mildred's dapper little friend.
"So like... did the bad guys make that, y'think?"
He stared at it, imagining some dude in full combat gear carefully stitching the squirrel's little vest on. The idea made him snicker. Something about the puppet in the middle of all this was really funny.
"Like... what's his story?"
Now, though, laying on the floor and high as a kite, he had to admit the joke was actually pretty funny.
Mildred was next to him, getting all teary-eyed and emotional. Jacob wasn't quite like that; weed normally just made him way fucking dumber. But it was something Jacob knew well regardless, because Francis sometimes got like that when he was high. For such a big, imposing looking dude, he was honestly kind of a teddy bear, and somehow weed often just made him aggressively cuddly and affectionate.
What Jacob wouldn't give to have that now.
He shook his head. Dwelling on the situation wasn't gonna help them. It'd just kill the mood, before the mood had even really had time to settle. Dawn had made it clear she wanted to have fun for whatever time they had left, and he wasn't gonna spoil that. Even if Mildred kinda was right now.
Instead he focused on Mildred's dapper little friend.
"So like... did the bad guys make that, y'think?"
He stared at it, imagining some dude in full combat gear carefully stitching the squirrel's little vest on. The idea made him snicker. Something about the puppet in the middle of all this was really funny.
"Like... what's his story?"
In hindsight, the smoke grenade trick wasn't all that good an idea, even if it was just a smoke grenade. This was SOTF, people had been shot for less. Truthfully, he was lucky it didn't come to that, or really anything. Was a good learning experience though, the trick worked if he needed it for another day, God forbid when it comes to that. Plus, if his hand slipped and he dropped it instead of putting the pin back in, they'd be hotboxing in a different kind of smoke. Bad idea regardless, it was still funny as shit. Tully took another drag. This was good shit at least. Knowing these bastards, they were just as likely to give them good kush as they were cilantro or oregano or some shit and label it the same.
All focus was on the puppet now. Little guy was the star of the show. "Dude, Iunno..." He replied to Jacob. "I feel like I seen it before though. I don't know where though." Kinda weird seeing a familiar children's puppet in a death game. Maybe it was a sesame street character. His eyes trailed up to the cameras watching them.
Yeah this could be worse. Hell, it probably were somewhere else, but not here. Tully thought about Mildred's statment. Being mad for someone else winning. He doubted they'd make it through this, it's all been happening since like, before they were born he was pretty sure. Something like that. Was this shit older than him? Pretty close maybe.
"I mean, I don't really care who wins this to be honest. It's gonna suck for them as bad as it will be the rest of us. Like one in one hundred make it home, and you gotta do some ruthless ass shit to be that one. Don't think it's for me."
He hated the cameras watching them.
"Y'know something? Yeah. I don't care who wins." He pointed his blunt at the camera. "I just want these dick cheese eaters to lose. I just wanna piss them off. I don't know how yet though."
"Also don't want a superflu- super- supper- a fuckin' extra neck hole either. I ain't a dolphin."
All focus was on the puppet now. Little guy was the star of the show. "Dude, Iunno..." He replied to Jacob. "I feel like I seen it before though. I don't know where though." Kinda weird seeing a familiar children's puppet in a death game. Maybe it was a sesame street character. His eyes trailed up to the cameras watching them.
Yeah this could be worse. Hell, it probably were somewhere else, but not here. Tully thought about Mildred's statment. Being mad for someone else winning. He doubted they'd make it through this, it's all been happening since like, before they were born he was pretty sure. Something like that. Was this shit older than him? Pretty close maybe.
"I mean, I don't really care who wins this to be honest. It's gonna suck for them as bad as it will be the rest of us. Like one in one hundred make it home, and you gotta do some ruthless ass shit to be that one. Don't think it's for me."
He hated the cameras watching them.
"Y'know something? Yeah. I don't care who wins." He pointed his blunt at the camera. "I just want these dick cheese eaters to lose. I just wanna piss them off. I don't know how yet though."
"Also don't want a superflu- super- supper- a fuckin' extra neck hole either. I ain't a dolphin."
"... I ain't no dolphin."
...
"Eheheheheh." Tully started laughing. It was uncharacteristically high pitched for his appearance.
"Ehehehehehehehehe~"
It sounded like a dolphin.
It sounded like a dolphin.
Smoke filled the room. Kathleen's worries melted away, and she began to be very nonverbal. Her mind wandered. What was she thinking about?
Twelve shamans have a vision of the future in which humanity is destroyed by xeno races. They sacrifice themselves to create The Emperor of Mankind. I really fucking love Warhammer. I should cosplay as a Sister of Battle if I get out of this. I wish I had a sister. That's a weird word. Sister. Sis-ter. Sisss-tur. Sees-tyr. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Laughing? Laughter. Someone laugh. Laughing! Laughs? Laugh!
"Hehehehe-" She continued laughing. What was she laughing at? I dunno.
"Hehehehahahaha! Yo-your stupid...dumbass laugh!" More laughing.
"I'm, uhm, Kathleen." Between laughs, she decides now would be the absolutely best time to introduce herself. It isn't.
Twelve shamans have a vision of the future in which humanity is destroyed by xeno races. They sacrifice themselves to create The Emperor of Mankind. I really fucking love Warhammer. I should cosplay as a Sister of Battle if I get out of this. I wish I had a sister. That's a weird word. Sister. Sis-ter. Sisss-tur. Sees-tyr. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Laughing? Laughter. Someone laugh. Laughing! Laughs? Laugh!
"Hehehehe-" She continued laughing. What was she laughing at? I dunno.
"Hehehehahahaha! Yo-your stupid...dumbass laugh!" More laughing.
"I'm, uhm, Kathleen." Between laughs, she decides now would be the absolutely best time to introduce herself. It isn't.
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Dawn laughed as well, only briefly interrupting herself for a "Hello, Kathleen".
The anger about Tully's joke that really bombed had long dissipated in a wave of whatever cannabis was made of. Staring at the ceiling, Dawn took another breath.
And another.
She listened to the girl next to her.
"Yeah, pretty much," Dawn answered. "But I think it would make too much noise. Getting the wrong people bothered. And what if we run out of chairs?"
Twisting her head, she turned to the others to see how they reacted to Anna's proposal.
The anger about Tully's joke that really bombed had long dissipated in a wave of whatever cannabis was made of. Staring at the ceiling, Dawn took another breath.
And another.
She listened to the girl next to her.
"Yeah, pretty much," Dawn answered. "But I think it would make too much noise. Getting the wrong people bothered. And what if we run out of chairs?"
Twisting her head, she turned to the others to see how they reacted to Anna's proposal.
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"Hey...." she said as Tull spoke about not caring who won, and what winning meant here. She flopped over so that she was laying in his lap, still hold the blunt and the squirrel.
"Tull, I jus' meant I get mad when people win shit like bake competitions and shit and spelling bees or whatever. Stuff I wanted to win. Stuff that...."
That didn't matter now.
Mildred's face darkened at the reminder, but she was soon distracted. She looked to the puppet and then craned her head to look at Jacob.
"Dunno. Maybe they made him. Maybe one of 'ems a furry."
She looked at the puppet with concern, wondering if a puppet fetish was a thing that existed.
"Those days of degen-recy are over, ya know?" she said to the puppet, showing great empathy. Then Tull decided to stop being a downer and get down, which was way better.
"Well, if you're a dolphin that means you're fin-tastic!" she said through the squirrel puppet, moving his mouth along with her high-pitched voice for him.
"My act's about parody, paro-deez nuts!" she said shrilly, having the squirrel kiss her friend while she giggled.
This wasn't all so bad. Maybe they could put off SOTF for awhile. Mildred was pretty skilled at telling people she'd do something later instead of right now.
"Tull, I jus' meant I get mad when people win shit like bake competitions and shit and spelling bees or whatever. Stuff I wanted to win. Stuff that...."
That didn't matter now.
Mildred's face darkened at the reminder, but she was soon distracted. She looked to the puppet and then craned her head to look at Jacob.
"Dunno. Maybe they made him. Maybe one of 'ems a furry."
She looked at the puppet with concern, wondering if a puppet fetish was a thing that existed.
"Those days of degen-recy are over, ya know?" she said to the puppet, showing great empathy. Then Tull decided to stop being a downer and get down, which was way better.
"Well, if you're a dolphin that means you're fin-tastic!" she said through the squirrel puppet, moving his mouth along with her high-pitched voice for him.
"My act's about parody, paro-deez nuts!" she said shrilly, having the squirrel kiss her friend while she giggled.
This wasn't all so bad. Maybe they could put off SOTF for awhile. Mildred was pretty skilled at telling people she'd do something later instead of right now.
My twisted humor
Make him laugh so often
My honey bee
Come and get this pollen
Make him laugh so often
My honey bee
Come and get this pollen
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Jacob had gotten distracted from the matter of the puppet before he'd even remotely gotten an answer. Frankly, too much was happening in the room for his baked ass to focus on right now. Instead he set about searching through the bag of supplies he'd been given, working extremely slowly through the dull supplies for something interesting. He had a bit of the munchies, so maybe they'd been given something halfway-decent to chow down on.
Like a mysterious can of... Sirstrumming? Maybe some weird foreign delicacy he hadn't heard of? He opened it, curious.
...
Oh. Oh Jesus fuck. That smell was goddamn reprehensible.
He tossed it away, gagging, only realizing a second late he was throwing it towards somebody.
Like a mysterious can of... Sirstrumming? Maybe some weird foreign delicacy he hadn't heard of? He opened it, curious.
...
Oh. Oh Jesus fuck. That smell was goddamn reprehensible.
He tossed it away, gagging, only realizing a second late he was throwing it towards somebody.
Tully’s laughter stopped only for a moment. His eyes locked on the flying sirstrumming.
Ed Edd and Eddy.
Rolf’s fishball.
Tully wheezed.
Ed Edd and Eddy.
Rolf’s fishball.
Tully wheezed.