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Tower Tales

6: I’ll be home for Christmas....you can count on me...

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(also recorded myself singing the song in this chapter, listen here!)

Their first Christmas in the tower is on the horizon, and while they try to remain optimistic about it all, it’s hard to be happy when you’re living in a prison.

Yakko, as usual, is shoving down his own sadness with ease. Wakko watches, with sharp eyes behind the veneer of dull suspicion, as Yakko cheerfully pulls out a Christmas tree from nowhere, has them all put up the ornaments one by one, instead of just throwing stuff on there. To elongate the process, perhaps, to force them to focus on the action rather than the lack of an escape.

Wakko sees, sometimes, Yakko’s eyes dart to the water tower door. He hears, at night, Yakko, going to the door and trying to wrench it open. Some nights Yakko spends hours, sometimes minutes, and sometimes Wakko hears Yakko stop, sit, and cry into his knees. He’s very quiet, but so is the tower, at night, and they have terribly good hearing for toons.

Yakko’s always smiling in the morning, with breakfast. Wakko worries.

The first few months after they’d figured out them being locked up wasn’t some prank, they’d thrown anything they could at the door to try and get out. After they’d ran out of ideas and materials, they’d quit, because it was more depressing to try, hope, be constantly disappointed than just to forget.

Or try to forget. Wakko guesses that Yakko can’t.

And Dot isn’t exactly thrilled, either. Wakko thinks she misses the outside more than she lets on. He vaguely remembers her, on days they felt like wreaking havoc would be boring, taking them on a picnic. The stock market hadn’t crashed yet, and then it did, so they didn’t have a lot of money. They did have the ability to steal, but even then they didn’t do it much because it wasn’t fun or right to steal from people who were already going bankrupt.

They’re mischievous, not cruel. Wakko wonders if the people who locked them in here knew that difference.

“What are we gonna do for Christmas?” he asks one afternoon, during lunch. “Do you think Santa can get in here with the door locked?”

The question has Dot suck in a sharp breath. She looks away, upset, and Yakko gives him a look, the one he gives whenever Wakko says something tactless.

Wakko doesn’t have a lot of tact. He thinks he might’ve eaten it, whatever it is.

“Santa can get in anywhere,” Yakko replies, hands on his hips, confident. “And we’ve been pretty good, despite the circumstances, so I think we’ll be getting plenty of presents from him.

That’s something that Wakko worries about. Presents. What is he even supposed to give his sibs that they can’t just create with toon powers? Making cards seems lazy, even if he would put all his effort into them.

Yakko, he’s sure, already has an idea. Because Yakko is smart. Dot probably has them figured out too.

“I thought you were off Santa’s nice list,” Dot says with a grin. “You know, for being a hypocrite?”

“I think he’ll find it in his heart to forgive me this year,” Yakko shoots back, hand on his chest, before standing up to put his plate in the sink. Wakko will lick them clean with his tongue, and Dot will put them in the dishwasher, and one of them will put them away when they’re done depending on when it finishes. They’re efficient, kind of.

“Should we decorate?” he asks, because so far they only have the tree, and the tower looks a little barren.

Dot’s eyes sparkle at the idea, and Wakko knows he is going to regret asking.

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By the end of the next day, the whole tower is put together, tinsel and twinkling lights that flicker hanging from the walls and ceiling. Dot puts mistletoe over every doorway they’ve made, and every time they happen to be beneath it, she makes sure they either give her a kiss on the cheek or she gives them one.

Yakko thinks it’s cute, if silly, and Wakko just shrugs it off.

They make a fireplace, with a chimney that they aren’t sure goes all the way through. Wakko tried climbing it, but halfway up he found himself shot back down, rolling across the floor covered in soot.

He couldn’t even try and argue to not take a bath that day. Yakko had dunked him in and hadn’t let him out until the black stopped coming off on Yakko’s gloves.

His hopes for Santa visiting are dashed, and he can see Dot deflate too.

“Who needs the guy, anyway,” he hears Yakko mutter, and Wakko wonders.

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Dot is very, very sure that this Christmas is going to be great. She knows it is, despite the fact that they don’t even know if Santa can come see them, despite the fact that they won’t be able to go anywhere to see snow, despite how the world around her wants to tell her it won’t be.

She will spite that because she refuses to let anyone take this season from her. She and Yakko and Wakko start a food fight in the kitchen when making cookies, and cookie batter splatters all over the wall. Wakko ducks behind the kitchen island, with her, and holds out his hand.

“Truce?” He’s wearing an army hat, comically large on his head, with the straps hanging down past his shoulders.

If she wasn’t astronomically cute herself, Wakko might give her a run for her money.

“Let’s give our brother a wet new coat,” she agrees, and Yakko becomes the color of cookie batter in seconds.

“Betrayal! By my own siblings no less! Is nothing sacred?!” Yakko cries, leaning heavily against the stove with the back of his hand placed dramatically against his forehead. Dot and Wakko giggle, coming around to face him.

“I don’t know, I think this is a good look for you,” Dot gives him a once over and hides a laugh behind her hand. Wakko reaches out a finger and swipes a bit of the batter off of Yakko, sticking it in his mouth to taste.

“Mmmm,” he grins, and Yakko gets a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“You know, you’re right Dot! I ought to share my new looks with you, don’t you think?” he reaches out and sweeps them into a goopy hug before either of them can escape, and all three of them share the wealth of the batter that was supposed to go in the oven.

Dot takes a bath, then Yakko does, and Wakko licks himself and the kitchen clean. He’d offered to lick them clean, but they politely declined.

“Slobber just isn’t a good look on me,” she’d told him, and Wakko had shrugged and eaten the demolished mixing bowl.

After that, they actually make cookies, because as tasty as the batter was to Wakko, they might want some warm, chocolatey goodness.

They make milk-free ones, too, even though Yakko says they don’t have to, because they want him to have a good time too.

Besides, the cookies taste fine without milk. Who needs lactose?

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That night, Dot is sitting at her vanity, and she looks in the mirror and is ever aware of the background of cold metal. The decorations look gorgeous, she put them up, she did everything she could to make the Tower become the season she loves.

(Well, she technically loves the spring the most, with its gorgeous flowers and sunny days for picnics, but still. Who doesn’t love winter? It has Christmas! And, now, it has Yakko’s birthday!)

But, even with all the decorations and fun, even with the mistletoe and the letters to Santa she can’t send, she feels...

Miserable.

She wants to go outside. She wants to play in the snow. She wants to harass street carolers by messing with the lyrics of their songs. She wants to be out there, with people, in the world, instead of sequestered away.

She sighs, remembering a tune from their previous Christmas.

I’ll be home for Christmas.

You can count on me.

Please have snow, and mistletoe,

And presents under the tree.

Christmas Eve will find me,

Where the love light gleams...

She trails off and sighs again, resting her arms on the vanity, and then her head on her arms.

She doesn’t notice the figure peeking from the third floor, frowning down at her in concern. Doesn’t notice the lightbulb appear over his head, before he ducks back upstairs.

She just sits there, thinking of the last time she saw a single snowflake.

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Wakko locks up the third floor, a week and a half before Christmas.

When they ask, he tells them it’s a surprise. Because it will be. He finally knows what his gift for them, for Christmas, will be, and he can’t let them ruin it, because he really wants to see the pure surprise on their faces when they witness it.

He spends the days up till Christmas Eve working on it, finishing it Christmas Eve morning after breakfast and before lunch. He’ll have to double check it before showing it to them, but that’s fine. It’ll be about ten minutes security and then he can show them the magic he has in store.

Dot has swapped out her typical character modeled dress for a long sleeved one, with white fuzz trim on the hem and where the sleeves end. Yakko has a pair of deer antlers, and keeps calling himself Rudolph, whoever that is. Yakko says it’s going to be a hit a few years from now.

Wakko just puts on a Santa hat on top of his baseball cap and calls it a day. Dot calls him lazy, and he shrugs, cause that’s a fair assessment.

Christmas Eve is as fun as it is weird, because they don’t have anything anywhere to do to celebrate, but they cut out little paper snowflakes and angels to hang up and then watch and see how much eggnog Wakko can chug at once.

The answer is around 6 gallons, give or take, because Yakko capped him off there, worried.

“You’re such a mother hen,” Dot snickers, and Wakko tilts his head to the side with a hiccup.

“Isn’t a male chicken a cock?”

Yakko laughs.

“Goodnight everybody!”

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They meant to stay up, but they’re kids, so they fall asleep eventually. Wakko, kicking and squirming in bed, because even asleep he can’t stay still, wakes to the sound of frantic whispers.

“Please, just-just for tonight,” Yakko’s voice is quiet and pleading, and when Wakko blinks away the sleep from his eyes he turns into see Yakko, standing in front of Santa, hand gripping Santa’s coat.

And Wakko doesn’t have the time to process the fact that Santa is here, and real, because Yakko keeps talking.

“Please-just take them out, I’ll stay inside. We-just for the night, just let them see the sky again, some snow, it’s been months, please,” Wakko can’t see Santa’s face, but he does see the shake of his head.

Yakko’s voice cracks when he speaks.

“Just one ride? They’ll be good-I-,” Yakko pauses. “Okay, maybe they won’t be, you know them, but I’ll make sure they are, okay? They-they don’t deserve to be locked in here. It’s Christmas, so just for tonight-please.”

There’s something so young about Yakko’s voice, then. Yakko doesn’t sound like a kid, sometimes, and Wakko doesn’t always either, but for him it’s for laughs and for Yakko it’s because he’s tired.

Santa says something, puts a hand on Yakko’s shoulder, and Yakko deflates. Wakko doesn’t even notice that there are new presents under the tree yet, because he’s too busy trying to be quiet enough to hear.

“Just go,” Yakko’s voice is hard, and quiet, and cold, and sad. Santa pulls another present from his bag and sets it beneath the tree, and disappears up the chimney.

Wakko watches Yakko tremble in place, for a good two minutes. He counts the seconds in his head, because it feels like they go so slow. Yakko finally stops, takes in a deep breath, and sighs.

“Who needs the guy, anyway,” he hears Yakko repeat, and he pretends to snore as Yakko walks back to bed, and buries his face in the pillow.

It takes a long time for him to get back to sleep.

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Wakko wakes up on Christmas to the smell of peppermint hot cocoa at the crack of dawn-at the very least, it feels like the crack of dawn, because it’s earlier than he’s woken up in a while, but the elation of Christmas!!!! has him up in an instant.

There’s a large stack of presents beneath the tree, their names written in pretty cursive of the same handwriting. Dot is all cheer, and he watches her skip towards the kitchen. He shuffles over himself. Yakko sets two cups of hot cocoa on the table, and swirls the top with a large helping of whipped cream, before sprinkling some peppermint on top.

“Merry Christmas, sibs,” he smiles down at them, and it almost makes Wakko forget about the night before. “My gift to you is your menu of choice. The whole day, a la carte menu. Whatever you guys want, I’ll make. So, what’s for breakfast?”

Wakko’s eyes are blown wide. Yakko has no idea the can of worms he’s opened with that open ended gift. Or, maybe he does, because he puts on a chef’s coat and hat, and sets up the stove, and a grill, and the oven.

“Bring it on, little brother. But, uh, let me make Dot’s first? Something tells me hers will be a biiiiit quicker to make.” Wakko bites his tongue at that request, and Dot prattles off a normal order, because she’s boring.

By the time Yakko is done with Wakko’s order, he’s out of baloney in his slacks.

“I’ll put some more in there later.” He shrugs it off, and Wakko finishes off plate thirty seven with a grin.

After that, they open up the presents under the tree. Yakko gets some notebooks, a set of fancy pens, and a very expensive looking leather belt. He also gets some books, and a perfect replica of a Shakespearian outfit.

He seems happy, but his smile is strained. Wakko thinks he knows why. Yakko is getting better at hiding it, though, because he almost didn’t notice Yakko was sad at all. There’s still a trace, though.

Wakko wonders if he’ll start forgetting to look for that.

Dot gets the latest model of hair straightener and curler, and a wide breadth of makeup products, as well as a poetry book that she regards with half suspicion and half curiosity. She gets a notebook and pen, too, one with a feather plume sticking out the end. She uses it to brush underneath her chin, giggling.

Wakko gets some chew toys, some that he doesn’t see himself devouring just yet, and a necklace with a chew on too. He puts it on and nibbles on it as he opens up the others. He gets an engineering book, called “Building Without the Math,” and it sounds right up his alley. He also gets a tool kit, which he places in his gag bag for safe keeping.

The other items are mostly random toys they hadn’t known existed because they haven’t been outside. Wakko uses the propeller of a toy plane as a fan, and then spits in it to see the drool droplets hover.

“Eugh,” Dot growls out, looking away, before she sighs and reaches into her dress pocket. “This leads to my gift.” She hands both Yakko and Wakko a set of flash cards on a ring.

“Coupons?” Yakko flips through them, and then snickers.

“You two can do things that...,” Dot struggles for the world. “Make me uncomfortable. Cause you’re boys.” She rolls her eyes. “But you like to do them ‘cause they make you happy, not because they make me annoyed, so these are your passes for that. Valid for a year.”

There are ones like “Can lick me” and “Allowed to not bathe for 2 weeks” that Wakko thinks are specifically targeted at him but hey, why not? Baths are dumb, and he licks to show affection! He sticks the cards in his cap.

Yakko rips one out, hands it to her.

“Thanks, Dottie,” he stresses her least favorite nickname, and she bares her teeth in a very strained smile, snatching the coupon from his hand. But Yakko laughs, and soon enough, they all are.

“I’m also going to put away the decorations, no extra charge,” she waves a hand.

“Sounds good to me,” Wakko hops up, fidgeting with his long sleeves. “I...have to prepare my gift for you. Can you guys wait on the second floor?”

Yakko and Dot share a look, and then nod.

Wakko vanishes up to the third floor, heart in his throat.

He hopes this works.

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He makes them put blindfolds on, pulling them up the stairs. Yakko holds Dot’s hand in one and Wakko’s in the other, helping Dot up as Wakko drags him along.

“What’s with the secrecy, Wakko?” He asks, and Wakko bounces in nervous excitement, tail curled around his leg.

“It’s a surprise,” he insists, and sets them up perfectly, on the mark he planned out. He’d checked, double checked, triple checked. If this doesn’t work he is going to lose it.

He turns off the lights, and pushes his contraption to the back of the room.

“Wakko, I would like to see sometime today,” Dot calls, and Wakko fidgets.

“Almost done!” The ice is in, okay, now just push the button.

There’s a series of clanks, and then a loud, grinding sound. Dot and Yakko shiver, and Wakko is glad he used scarves for blindfolds.

There’s a loud FWUMP, and Wakko bounces on his toes. His feet make indents in the ground.

“Okay, you can look now!”

Dot and Yakko pull down their blindfolds, and Dot gasps.

They’re surrounded by snow.

There’s a model of a crescent moon up by the ceiling, that acts like a lamp, and glow in the dark stars that glimmer pasted up on the ceiling, with constellations they find familiar. From the machine in the back, snowflakes are shot out, drifting slowly to the ground.

“I, uh, I made snow,” Wakko shrugs, a little self conscious. “Since we can’t go outside, I thought...,” What is there to say?

Dot takes one step into the snow, like she can’t believe it, and squeals when her feet crunches into it, jumping around.

Yakko is still dumbstruck, until Dot comes around and shoves snow down his pants. He jumps up comically high with a shriek, ears brushing the ceiling, and when he falls into the snow it makes a perfect imprint of him.

“Oh, that’s it!” he picks up some snow and throws it at her. Dot throws some back. Wakko runs into the fray, nailing Dot in the face, and she takes her revenge with deadly precision, before sprinting over to him and tackling him into the ground.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you!” she shouts so loud that Wakko’s ears ring.

“Merry Christmas?” he tries, and she laughs.

“I knew you were my favorite brother!”

“Hey, I’m offended!” Yakko sprints over, but he’s laughing too, and he drops on top of them, wrapping his arms around them and rolling over in the snow, so they’re on top of him.

He nuzzles Wakko’s nose with his own.

“Nice job, little brother. Think you got us beat with this gift.” Wakko blushes, looking away.

“Wanna make a snowman?” he responds, because you’re welcome seems too formal.

“Heck yeah!” Dot jumps up and runs over to a large pile of snow.

“Watch your fucking language!” Yakko barks without heat.

“You’re not the boss of me!”

Wakko giggles, and Yakko sits up.

“C’mon, let’s not let her have all the fun,” Yakko picks him up and sets him off to the side, and Wakko is off like a shot the moment his feet touch the ground.

He thinks about the night before, of Yakko’s words.

Who needs the guy, anyway?

Beneath the fake moonlight, where the snow still sparkles like Wakko remembers, with Dot giggling up a storm as they make the largest snowman they can, with Yakko looking lighter than he has since they got stuck in here, Wakko can’t help but agree.

Who needs Santa anyway?

He can hear the tune from before, in his head, and hums it as they work, smile widening when Dot and Yakko join in.

I’ll be home for Christmas

If only in my dreams!

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shapeshifting-arch-mage · 6 years

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9/24/2018, Part 2 (Other RP’ers’ swear words are under the cut)

[Rave Witch Temmie] We finally make it back to the resort, huffing and puffing. And once again, we collapse onto the ground. Is this going to be a running gag, now? Eheh…

[Exo Sans] a giant explosion of purple fire comes from the beach

[Rave Witch Temmie] We barely notice this, as we are too exhausted from running away from the zombies we just immolated.

[Thread] From the other post, Thread asked about his name/title, possibly seconds before being shown to this place. The moment the other speaks again he looks around. Oh wow they actually brought him to the resort grounds. I was genuinely expecting some sort of trap.

“Thanks again, sir!” he smiles happily, that childish innocence showing once again as he looks genuinely thankful with no hint of suspicion whatsoever. He’s not dumb, he’s just oblivious as he doesn’t usually encounter these sort of actions.

[Neptune] Neptune is just…Having a huge flashback to the past-

But of course, she is instantly awoken by Robin’s words.

“HUH? What? Oh yeah, i was recovering some m-”

1NFO21NOF21ONO1NO

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THE EXPLOSION STARTLES NEPTUNE SO MUCH, SHE COPIES NEPGEAR’S ICONIC EXPRESSION AND JUMPS UP IN THE AIR IN A CARTOONISH WAY.

She falls on her back and dies, as her spirit flies up and away into the afterlife with angelic sounds.

She sings along with the angelic sounds….

Now that i think about it, it kinda sounds like the halo theme.

Uwoooooohhhhh~… UwoooaaaAAAOooooaaaaahhhhh…

…I think Robin should do something about this.

[Rave Witch Temmie] We lay face-down, panting hard, and coughing occasionally.

[Baku] Baku grinned. “No prob an’ ta answer yer question, name’s Baku, nice ta meetcha broseph.” At that he turned to face the other and crossed his arms, his stance relaxed and friendly. “Anyway there’s maps inside the resort o’ the island so feel free ta grab one an’ don’t be afraid ta ask ‘round, though heads up not everyone here is dat nice so just keep a look out.” It was at this point Baku caught the explosion at the beach and raised a brow, “Well dat’s new, the funk just happened over there?”

[Robin] Robin was shaken up as he also heard the explosion. “Gods, what in Naga’s name was that explosion?” Robin asked. He kept Tora on his shoulder as he looked in the direction of the purple explosion. What should he do? He knew he needed to get Tora to the infirmary to get her fixed up, but if something like that happened, then more people could get hurt.

“Nep, are you alright?” Robin asked, quite concerned.

[Neptune] Bruh she legit looks like she actually died and her spirit/ghost is quite LITERALLY ascending above the mortal plane, she’s going to heaven and is singing her way to the skies, I don’t think she’s good.

She proceeds to fly and sing to the skies.

[Rave Witch Temmie] We weakly attempt to push ourself up. But we’ve spent so much energy fighting the zombies that we can barely move.

[Thread] Thread smiles back and goes to give his name also and thank him for the advice but he stops when he goes to look in the direction of the explosion. He sighs, not really sure what it is.

“Probably just s-some sort of fight going on. Th-that or a very explosive temper tantrum.” He isn’t trying to be funny here. He seriously thinks it’s a temper tantrum. A very edgy one at that. “Wh-whoever caused it must be really powerful with some sort of f-fire magic or something. I-I think I should stay away from whoever it is either way. I-I don’t want to end up in a fight with that sort of person.”

[Baku] Baku shrugged. “Who knows wit this place at this point, I kinda just accepted dat weird shiz will always happen here, makes dealin’ wit it easier if ya ask me.” At that he turned his attention back to Thread and chuckled, “Kinda funny ta call it a temper tantrum though, yer just on a completely different plane o’ thought aren’t ya broski.”

[Rave Witch Temmie] Oh, great… Baku’s here…

Not that we can do anything about that, though. We’re spending so much energy just trying to catch our breath that we have none left to get up and leave.

[Robin] What should Robin do? He knew he had to get them both back to the infirmary. “Nep, stay with me here, I still need your help here.” Robin says as he attempts to reach for her spirit. After attempting regardless if he succeeds or not, he bends down to grab Nep’s unconscious body and barely manages to fling her over his other shoulder. “Gods…I guess all that workout… with Sully… is starting to pay off finally!” Robin says as he makes his way over to the infirmary slowly but surely, beads of sweat starting to drip down his face.

[Thread] “Wh-what do you mean? Whenever I feel upset I sometimes do th-that sort of thing to relieve stress, b-but I don’t do it in a place others can get hurt f-for the most part. H-how is that on a different plane?” He shrugs at the last part. Seriously though, in his point of view it makes sense. He has seen a goopy glitter demon child that could destroy worlds, he has seen much worse than a giant purple explosion.

[Rave Witch Temmie] Nep isn’t the only one who needs to go to the infirmary. We make another attempt to push ourself up.

“nn… nnngh…”

[Robin] Before Robin could leave though, he notices the other figure on the ground. Gods, where’s Lissa when he needed her? Before he leaves, he turns towards the cat-like figure and asks “Hey, are you alright?”

[Rave Witch Temmie] “nngh… cough uuu… uuugh…”

“z-zom… cough, cough zombie… pant, pant s… zom… bies…”

[Baku] Baku chuckled and shook his head. “Nevermind, ya wouldn’t get it.” At that he smiled. “At any rate it’s the island staff’s problem if ya ask me 'cause I ain’t dealin’ wit it. If ya want you can check it out but do it on yer own my man.”

[Robin] Zombies? Here? It can’t be Grimas Risen could it? Regardless, how can he get all three of them to the infirmary? Tora is still knocked out, Neptune is being… well… Neptune, and the cat-like creature looked like she was too weak to get up on her own. “You’re hurt, we’re going to get you to the infirmary.” Robin says.

[Rave Witch Temmie] “pant… pant… th-… thank… yu… cough”

[Thread] Thread shakes his head. “N-no way. My magic is far on the flammable end of the spectrum. I-I would die the moment I ste- no wait- the moment I walked in the area! B-burned to a crisp! J-just like that!”

While he was talking a few strings appeared from his hands and shifted into a small doll of himself. When he got to the last sentence he snaps and some other strings move up the doll to make it look like it was burning. In the process he retracts all of the magic strings so it sorta just looks like it was disintegrated or something. Dramatic effects I guess. “M-maybe I could stay with you for some time? Y-you seem nice!”

[Robin] Robin nods as he slowly makes his way to the infirmary with the three hurt people in tow. “Gods… Lissa or even Maribelle would be nice here… I got…to get them… to help…” Robin seems to slowly make his way bit by bit to the infirmary with the cat-like creature in tow, stacked right on top of Neptune. Wow, who knew Robin was this buff?

[Baku] Baku grinned, mission success. “Sure bro don’t see why not, I can show ya around a bit if ya want though, not much to really see here unless ya like explorin’.” At that his grin turned into a smile, “They have some p’ cool shiz here if yer up fer walking an’ climbing.”

[Rave Witch Temmie] We barely notice who’s carrying us. We don’t really care, at this point- at least, I don’t. Mostly, I’m just glad that we didn’t have to take the desperate measure of asking Baku for help. Not that Temmie would mind doing that, but I, for one, am more than happy to have avoided the need to do that.

[Robin] Robin finally makes his way here, his cloak completely drenched in sweat with Tora, Neptune, and the cat-like creature in tow. “Hello? Is anyone here? I need some help.” Robin calls out.

[Elise] Elise turns her head as he sees Robin. “Oh dear! Put them on the beds please” She says as she raises her Mend staff after healing Cassandra.

[Rave Witch Temmie] We lay limp as we are carried in.

[Elise] Elise skips over to the cat girl as she examines her. “Hmm… this looks serious. Seems she’s also quite fatigued. Some rest here should do her some good.” Elise says as she rose her Mend staff over the cat-like creature, causing a green light of sorts to engulf the creature. She should likely be feeling a pleasant warm feeling as her body is being healed.

[Rave Witch Temmie] “mmm… mmmgh… mm…??”

Huh… we’re starting to feel better already. We pick our head up and look at Elise. “oh… th-thank yu… dat feels gud… th-thanks…”

We look down at Robin. “can yu put me on da bed, pleas?? i gotta go to sleep…”

[Robin] Robin nods as he puts down the cat-like creature, though he still has Neptune and Tora on his shoulders! He staggers over to two other beds nearby as he puts them down. He wipes the sweat away from his head as he catches his breath.

[Elise] Elise beams a bright smile as the cat-like creature. “I’m glad that I’m able to help.” She says with a giggle. She then skips over to Tora first as she examines her next. “She’s hurt really bad, what happened to her?” Elise says as she switched her Mend staff for her Recover staff. A bigger green light engulfs Tora as she also feels a pleasant warm feeling as her body is being healed.

[Rave Witch Temmie] Once in bed, we take off our hat and pull the blankets over ourself. At this point, I’d be worrying about Baku paying us a subconscious visit, like I was last night, but right now, I’m just too sleepy and worn out from tonight’s ordeal with the zombies to care. With our hat tucked between our arms, we close our eyes…

Zzzzz…

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