( WEEK 2 - ???, JAKE & ANDERSEN )
[When both Andersen and Jake come to, they'll find themselves in Yuggoth's sewage system.
Water will drip from the ceiling, the stench of feces and other assorted wastes filling the air. From their current position, strewn on the ground in a mess of limbs, they'll notice two things. Firstly, that there isn't a single trace of the hole that led them here in the ceiling above them. Secondly, that Jake's pipe seems to have landed a couple steps away from them. It's still fairly intact, if not covered in sewage sludge.
In the distance, they'll hear a light and feminine voice speak to them:]
You shouldn't have come here.
[And then they're on their own.
The sewage provides them two options at the moment: to go north or south. What will they do?]
Water will drip from the ceiling, the stench of feces and other assorted wastes filling the air. From their current position, strewn on the ground in a mess of limbs, they'll notice two things. Firstly, that there isn't a single trace of the hole that led them here in the ceiling above them. Secondly, that Jake's pipe seems to have landed a couple steps away from them. It's still fairly intact, if not covered in sewage sludge.
In the distance, they'll hear a light and feminine voice speak to them:]
You shouldn't have come here.
[And then they're on their own.
The sewage provides them two options at the moment: to go north or south. What will they do?]
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That lady's voice is really not reassuring in this situation either.
Pushing himself to his feet with shaky limbs, he notices the pipe but has to make sure of something else, first.]
Are you all right, Andersen?
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Ummm... [He frowns. Andersen is bleeding. Jake looks around the disgusting sewer before settling back on the pipe. It still has his shirt wrapped around it the way he was using it for a handle. He pulls it out of the sewer gunk, making a face, and unwraps the shirt.]
Give me your leg. I can at least cover it.
[Since it looks like they're going to be walking. It might not stop an infection - in fact it probably won't - but it's worth a shot. He gets out the scalpel from his pocket and uses it to cut some strips off the shirt.]
Is that the only bleeding bit?
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I'll say. And with no sign of the collapse, either.
[That bothers him. It means they're probably far away from that place now. Or, possibly, still right under it and this is just horror bullshit.]
I suppose we should have listened to the Lady of the Sewer we heard a minute ago. I'm... sorry for dragging you into this.
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ahahaso he'll take it for now. But first he holds the scalpel out to Andersen.]Here. It isn't much but... just in case.
[If something happens to him, he's not leaving Andersen to fend for himself with nothing.]
Northern path it is! [He'll lead, keeping much closer to Andersen this time.]
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The northern path is the long one, stretching on for what seems to be minutes. Water continues to drip from the ceiling, waste gushing from open pipelines into the canals as they walk. It doesn't seem like they're in any immediate danger for now, at least. There's no more skittering, nor is there a voice whispering to them.
It takes them a bit before they reach the next intersection, but they get there. The path splits into two: left and right. There's nothing to indicate either one is a better option than the other.]
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For now, anyways.
As they head down the left path, they'll hear something heading their way. It sounds almost like the pitter patter of many, many small feet, accompanied by — squeaking? It's definitely squeaking. And it's definitely coming from behind them.
They should probably like, you know, run.]
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Excuse me!
[He hoists Andersen up into his arms, holding him in a tight embrace while still gripping the pipe because they really, really might need that. They can't head back, though, the only way is forward and Jake runs, hoping at least Andersen can keep an eye on the incoming plague.]
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Regardless of how fast Jake runs, the source of the sound eventually catches up with both of them. Andersen will quickly be able to distinguish their shape, but not what they are. Why? Because these small creatures, while similarly shaped to rats... are pretty clearly not. And they're coming for them at full throttle.
If Jake and Andersen don't find a way to evade them and fast, they'll be overtaken by the horde. Needless to say, that would be Super Duper Bad.
They have two options here:
2. Jump into the water canal, despite it being filled with gross sewage water and promising very nasty infections for both of them.
What now?]
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When he realises how quickly they're gaining ground, he know there are only two options. Neither of them are pretty and if he were alone, he might be tempted to try fighting them off. But he's not and he can't risk fucking up when Andersen will suffer for it. Infections might kill them eventually but these things will kill them now.]
Hold your breath!
[That's the warning Andersen gets before he's tossed into the canal with Jake jumping in right behind him.]
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The pack seems to stop as they're both submerged in water, standing on their hind legs as their noses sniff the air. This carries on for several moments, and it rapidly becomes clear that that's how the creatures were tracking them. Not by vision, but by their sense of smell. Now that they're covered in head to toe with literal shit water, it seems their individual scents have been hidden.
After a beat, the pack stops sniffing the air in eerie synchrony. They then continue running down the path, leaving both Jake and Andersen alone.]
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This is disgusting.
[He throws the pipe up onto the walkway again, other arm still looped around the pipe, and reaches out for Andersen. He'll boost him out of this muck first at least.]
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At least... they won't find us now. [He mutters it while reaching out to grasp the pipe again. It's so slimy now that it's definitely good he tied his shirt around it.]
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Well, don't worry your pretty little head over it. We smell like a horse's asshole after the derby which is probably the least inviting smell there is, so I doubt we'll need to have another dunk soon.
[At least that's what he hopes. He starts to get up, then pauses and flops back over. Andersen still isn't looking too hot. He's in a kid's body and while he might be a magical summon spirit, he's just a normal child right now. It might be better to rest a few minutes before pushing onward.]
We'll rest for a minute, all right?
[God, he doesn't know how far he ran but it feels like they're deep in now. Hard to tell when sewers are not particularly distinct.]
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Rolling onto his back, he takes the time to wipe his glasses again, though it doesn't do him much good. All it does is smear them further. He sighs and just puts them in his pocket. Bad eyesight is better than trying to see through literal shit and he isn't blind without them, just rather inconvenienced.]
I really cannot wait to get back to the motel and frankly speaking I can't believe I've arrived at that point.
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i cant believe this shit i just had to google
i hope your google history is "what would a flare do inside a monster lady"
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