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The sound of young girls singing filled the agent's ears.

Ri-na and Zeb, Ri-na and Zeb

Six strikes takes a Rose, One takes Ri-na

The door blew in with the sound of a boom, fire filling the room. For some reason, it didn't burn.

Zeb felt the hairs of his mane begin crackling with electricity. "What's going on?" he said.

"I don't know," the Aviator said, "but I intend to find out." Flattening herself against the wall by the door, she raised her staser and reached for the doorknob.

I've been looking for land mapmaker a for a long time for D&D campaigns - most of the ones that come up are just internal dungeons, and you're stuck with pencils and graph paper (not that there's anything wrong wih that), but the Inkarnate tool (still in beta so a bit clunky, and I don't remember the URL - it's either .net or .com or .org or something) is really, really helpful.

It was like there was something on the other side. Something burning. Something hungry. Something evil. And it wanted them. It seemed to press against the door, trying to get in, to consume them.

"It looks like there's no choice but to press forward."

"Awesome!" his partner cheered. "Follow me and watch me smash things!" He cheerfully started walking towards the shadow at the end of the corridor, and the Oculator followed him, looking around and beginning to become slightly anxious.

She frowned and got off her seat and joined Zeb by the door. "Don't tell me Tolkien stopped spinning again?" she said irritably.

Zeb shrugged, his ears flat against his head. "I don't know, but something smells... off."

Only more halls.

The laughing persisted.

"What on earth happened to Medical?"

"I don't know," Michael replied. "However, I am regretting our decision to enter this hallway. Perhaps we should turn back?"

"Aww, but then we don't get to find out what's going on!" Apecian protested.

"If we do find out, the process could kill me," the human pointed out.

"Oh. Right. Let's go back, then." The two turned to go back into the lobby.

He fell to his knees, and looked at the painting. She was smiling. That one smile that always seemed to say "I'm here. Everything is going to be okay."

"H-how?" He asked. "She was just here. Nothing was wrong. Nothing." He turned to the nurse, his blue eye glowing. "HOW?!" He yelled, a blue wave of energy erupting from his body. The flowers wilted, and all the medical supplies dissolved into water.

Levy couldn't move. She could see, but everything looked like it was a moving oil-painting. She could tell that it was a memorial, the flowers and the candles being a dead giveaway. She could see Ajax collapsed in front of her, his mouth moving. Apparently she couldn't hear either.

His blue eye flared to life, signifying the activation of his active skill, Double Attack Stance-Wt. He stood up, pivoting on his feet and setting the outer edge of the scythe blade on the Nurse's throat. She wanted to do something to tell him she was here. She wanted to tell him she was alive. She tried to focus.

The chain like detail on the frame of the oil-painting glowed blue, and another blue wave erupted from the painting. The Fire on the candles became water, and what little light there was became calm and inviting.

The Sacred Blue Chains

Ajax let out a sigh of relief. Bringing the scythe behind him, he prepared to swing to swing. "You have ten seconds to explain that."

*Doesn't need your lame voices. Psssh, voices? That's nothing, I have my own, pssssssh.*

*Isn't bitter, or anything*

Was hardly what anyone would call "welcoming" even by PPC standards. Either side of the hall was lined with upright coffins with their lids slightly ajar. Zombie-like moaning reverberated through the hall, which was dimly illuminated by the red emergency lighting.

Slightly more worrisome was the large shadow looming at the end of the corridor. The sound of its breathing undercut the zombie moans-- the combination of which was a positively spine tingling noise.

((It's considered poor form for your narration to directly influence another author's characters-- it tends to limit the options available to the one on the receiving end and could be considered railroading an action. If you don't mind, I'll respond to a slightly tweaked version of your prompt after supper.

It's seafood soup and so requires constant supervision. Still, yum.))

Well, now I'm an island? ...I can live with that.

Courtesy of Des: https://discord.gg/MSMPe

The voices laughed, and the snakes launched themselves at the Guardsman. They shrank as they flew, until they were no more than a centimeter long and not even a millimeter wide.

Must… not… write Plort history…

This really does get more tempting every time
I see it.

"We just went full meta," said the latter.

"Yeah, never go full meta!" said Naya up at the ceiling. "Also, if this is supposed to be a spooky ride, can we actually get something spooky? Misplaced snakes and loud voices over the PA isn't exactly terror-inducing. I've had worse days on the job, y'know."

"Yeah, completely amateurish."

"Totally, yeah."

"Hey, didn't you guys say that there was a bigger thing coming up?" said the Guardsman. "Show us the big thingy! C'mon, do it for us!"

"Yeah! As the game masters, we deserve the right to be spooked!"

"Spook us!"

"Yeah, spook us!"

((They're a tough crowd.))

"Who's to say we're controlling it," one said.

"Perhaps we're the announcers, and you're the Game Master," said the other

"Look at them. Poor things— quite far from home, eh?" said the Guardsman. Thankfully, due to the hovercart not having wheels, the progress wasn't too severely impeded by the reptilian tide. The Guardsman continued to punt the cart above the snakes as Naya carefully picked up and dropped the snakes that were attempting to launch themselves onto the cart off to the side.

"I'm more concerned about the gloating nincompoops that have control of the PA system," said Naya. She cleared her throat and said: "Hey, you two jerks that are making this happen! Can you throw us a bone and explain what's going on here?"

They started bursting out of everything, the walls, the floor, the ceiling, launching themselves at the agents while the tides of serpents on both sides of them moved ever-closer.

"How do you like our children, Agents?" the first voice asked. "Do you still think we're cheap horror?"

"Of course he does," the second answered. "We haven't shown them the best part, yet!"