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“I found a trial thingy. I tried to run through it, but it wasn’t an obstacle course and all the people kept running the wrong way and hiding from me. I think I made it past the finish line first cuz of that!”
“Rittzi my dear, my trials are not races. They are more like hide and seek. You are the seeker looking for all the others and when you find them you will place them onto a hook for me.”
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“What’s your favorite-ist animal?”
"Is there any beast greater than a dragon?"
“Hello! It smells like cheese and food in here!” She took a sniff. Then, she got a shudder down her back. Her empathic field caught a negative emotion. “Oh no… is someone upset? Did I knock something over again?”
Spring Bonnie his his knife behind his back.
"Oh, no! It's just that... you're not supposed to be back here and all. It's a sanitary issue."
He hadn't been doing anything questionable with the knife at the time, but it still felt... unsafe to be beheld in his happy place (in costume in the back of the restaurant) with his favorite knife.
He gently moved to usher her out of the kitchen.
"Why don't we get to know each other somewhere a little more... spacious."
There was a pretty good chance that her bulky build could knock stuff over in the kitchen, but the dining area was already designed for the occasional (if not officially allowed) rowdy horseplay.
"My name is Spring Bonnie. What's your's?" he asked.
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"What- you don't- you talk?" David asked, confused on the xenomorph in front of him. It wasn't like the one that usually hunted them down. That didn't ease his nervousness, even if this one seemed passive.
“Hey! Since you’re another *me*, sort of… do you know how to stop the whole drooling thing? I keep messing up my Neopets coloring pages…”
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You receive a gift box wrapped in piñata themed paper. Inside is an exorbitant amount of raw pork.
The note reads:
‘So you have something to eat!
Sincerely,
Rittzi’
@rittzithexenomorph
there is commotion within the hive.
there is a new thing in the nest. a thing that reeks in the sweetest of ways. food. food. food. enough to feed the freshly born young. the warriors crawl from the resin encrusted walls, scenting the strange object. making sure it is safe. that is it not a threat.
then the drones are upon it, tearing away the comical outer layers to reveal the prize within.
they hiss softly, scooping up as much pork as they can. they hurry it back into the darker recesses of the hive, where the young ones are kept safe. where the queen lays her eggs.
but one drone pauses, looking back to the entrance. to where the gift was left. one might be a fool, but they bow their head almost in gratitude before scurrying off into the black.
Dear Whoever Gets This Package,
Do you like cookies? I’ve added several into this box. I felt like someone was hungry, and that made me very sad. I will send you lots more too if you want, to make sure you are happy!
Your new bestest friend,
Rittzi!
Dwight just got back from a trial with the Knight, and he was completely exhausted from it.
Normally, a trial with Tarhos (the one he sees most often, at least) was... well, he wouldn't say nice, but his were better than others. They were simple- he put his best efforts into the trials, and so he expected the survivors to put their best efforts into them as well. It was only when weakness, cowardice, or poor teamwork were shown that he became truly vindictive- all things Dwight made it his mission to counteract even before he encountered the knight.
But, considering the... everything, lately, he'd been pretty out of it. Not enough to fail in his role, but certainly enough for Tarhos to notice his hazy eyes and subdued reactions. He'd been irritated by it, and started pushing him to his absolute limit to force him to focus- to bait out the Dwight Fairfield he knew.
Dwight hadn't been killed, but he had been put through the wringer. His legs still burn, his hands are shaky from exertion and adrenaline, and his mind is fraying at the edges in a way he knows well. Existence is hazy and emotion is a distant memory.
He nearly trips over the box, but catches himself just in time- he stares down at it, sees the writing, and...
Dear Person I Do Not Know,
I have sent you this box of food stuff so you feel full instead of hungry. I have packed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, some candy, gummies shaped like Pokémon, and this note! Please make sure you have a good day!
Your New Bestest Friend,
Rittzi!!!
The agent had been dealing with something of a headache, hand already rubbing between eyes in an effort to quell troubling thoughts of a previous trial. Most of the round had been spent repairing a generator that would only lose progress the moment a hand was lifted from.
A waste of time, and Chris despised staying for longer than nessecary. Not to mention, it made each have to double their efforts, some not even making it out in all the trouble. He was just about to leave and wander the fog in fustration when something caught his peripheral. To his suprise, a box.
Decently sized, nothing that screamed of danger or anything remotely loud. Curious, he knelt down, removing the lid to find the note and goodies. His gaze took to the trees, considering the possibility of the seeming offer as a trap, yet it was unlikely.
A hand reached down, unwrapping the sandwich. A brief sniff, followed by a small chew. Eyes closed with a sound of relief, biting the corners. He couldn't remember the last time he enjoyed something so simple as a sandwich.
Chris looked back at the box, tucking away the note to his vest, placing the lid back. Perhaps the rest of his friends would appreciate something sweet and different.
