Day 7

[kentucky_mcgiygas]

[ Instead of his normal morning announcements, this morning you awaken to… Ronald McDonald playing a lovely tune for all of you with his band. Audible even over the metal is a louder sound of scraping, and a low rumble that persists throughout the song. ]

[ Afterward, you'll find that a new hallway has appeared in the studio. Where there was once an empty wall, there is now a theater! And your tablets will display the rules for a brand new competition… ]

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Comments

[golden_dream]

...Sure, and I'm really six-hundred years old.

I aged well, don't you think?

[unexpectedboner]

Vampire? I don't see you as a succubus.

[golden_dream]

... [t-twitch]

--No, that was a joke.

[unexpectedboner]

Yeah, I was joking too. ...Anyway, like I said, it's easier not to think about it with everything else going on.

[golden_dream]

R-right, sorry.

...It was more gruesome this time, wasn't it?

[unexpectedboner]

...Yeah. Didn't seem completely unfamiliar to him, either.

[golden_dream]

Maybe it was some deep-rooted, irrational fear of his... to have his brain replaced with an animal's.

[unexpectedboner]

How would they even know about that stuff? --Not that there aren't all sorts of things they seem to know that they shouldn't. But still... It's--invasive.

[golden_dream]

[she shrugs] Maybe they asked one of his relatives?

[though that was a chilling thought]

[unexpectedboner]

Oh man...

[shudders]

Either way, what's that say about all the other times...

[golden_dream]

... I don't know.

[unexpectedboner]

...

Guess...guess it doesn't matter in the end...

[finishes his drink]

[golden_dream]

It matters an awful lot to him.

['and hopefully not us', she's tempted to add]

[unexpectedboner]

He's dead. Probably nothing much matters to him anymore.

[golden_dream]

Probably.

It matters more to us, then.

[unexpectedboner]

I just hope we don't have to find out for sure.