Coomer!! Follow him, and you'll probably survive (and not die a second time). - đź’Ž
“Alright. We’re robbing a bank.”
> Benrey’s voice is firm and unwavering- a direct opposite of his hands, which are shaking horribly.
> Despite his hands, his legs are perfectly functional, and he turns to dash after Dr. Coomer with surprising speed. He vaults over a desk with practiced ease, shifting the duffel bag so it didn’t catch as he did so.
> He skidded to turn into the right door, bare feet giving him surprisingly good traction on the cold marble. Which was good, considering the hall was absolutely filled with all sorts of twists and turns, like some sort of fucked up maze.
> Suddenly, Benrey ran into something solid. He made a soft oof noise, taking a step back- and looking up at a warped police officer, several feet taller than him. The face is no longer simply wrong- it’s actively warping, a kaleidoscope of angles and depth, a garbled, radio static hum rumbling out of the almost mawlike void.Â
> It's holding a gun, which it’s raising to point at him.Â
