The evening is warm, humid. It's raining, and the sun is setting. The children just got out of Sunday school, so the church is unoccupied, save for Lucille, David, Maryanne, and Roxanne.
Roxanne is set in the center of the room, tied to a chair. Maryanne is sitting in the corner, laughing at the display uncontrollably. The basement itself is a large, tiled room. There's a couple of folding tables and chairs, and a kitchen off to the side. Lucille is sitting across from Roxanne, and is talking to her. Roxanne's mouth is taped shut, though, so it's a one-sided conversation.
“Soooo,” She says, spinning a blade around in her hand, “You must be wondering why I gotcha here today. Basically, I don't need you, I need Cody, so I'm waiting for him to wake up. 'Kay? Also, I can tell when you fake that shit so don't even try. Anyways, we're gonna wait here until ole Slendybob wakes him up. 'Kay?” Roxanne squirms around in her chair, staring at the knife. She knows she can't die from Lucille, and yet is still terrified. Lucille chuckles, and gets up out of her chair.
“God, you're so pathetic, y'know that? I thought you could teleport in stressful situations, and yet you're still here. I find that funny!!!” she takes out her phone, and looks at it a second. “Y'know, that Crow person, they seem chill. Spoke to em on Twitter yesterday, she's kinda funny, y'know?” Roxy lets out a yell, barely audible through the duct tape. Lucille laughs in reply.
“Holy shit! Hahaha!!! Don't get your panties in such a twist, ya fuckin' nerd. She and I have a common interest, of course I'll like em,” she crouches, leveling herself to face Roxy, “doesn't that just piss you off?” Roxanne slumps over, tears beginning to flow from her eyes.
“Oh, grow up, fucking crybaby,” Lucille says, slapping Roxy over the head, worsening her already bad headache, “You're so weak, you know that? I could get that feral to re-kill you right now. You know that, right?” Roxy’s sobbing turns into full, raged crying. She thrashes around in the chair, struggling to get out, and eventually gives up. David was a scout, he knows how to tie a knot. Lucille finds this to be the funniest shit ever, and lets out a few chuckles.
“Dude, just wait a bit, go to sleep, you'll wake up at home in the morning, okay?”
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SPIDER has begun a conversation with PHOTOGRAPHER
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S: Hey so I can't find Roxy, have you heard from her?
P: I haven't really spoken to anyone since what happened
S: Shit
S: Err fuck, I don't suppose you're up to go help look for her are you?
S: You can teleport around so you'll be able to cover more ground faster than me
P: Let me just use my eye
S: Thank you
P: Uh oh
P: Um
P: She's not in a good spot
S: Fuck
P: Listen I'm hurt badly, but I've got some new tricks up my sleeve, I'm sure I can help
S: I'm sorry I know you’re still recovering
S: If you need my help just let me know
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SPIDER has ended the conversation
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Footsteps are heard upstairs. On the staircase, a figure starts descending it, leaving black fire with each footstep, not spreading, but marking his path. The colors in the room saturate and vivify with his entrance. The same black flames envelop his left arm, climbing up his shoulder and covering the left side of his head, a shining eye seen from behind the flames. Once on the floor, he stops and crosses his arms, observing the situation. Lucille looks over to the figure.
“Who the fuck are you!?” she yells.
“Yo mama,” the figure cracks a small smile, half hidden by the flames. Lucille scowls, and sends a wave of energy hurtling towards him.
“Bitch ass motherfucker!” she yells, “get the fuck outta here!!!” The light from the energy dissipates and the figure is gone, now standing behind Lucille.
“I’ve thrown snowballs faster than that,” he whispers. Lucille gasps, and takes the knife out of her pocket, and attempts to jab it into the figure's side as she turns around quickly to face him.
"Oh!" The knife pierces him and is quickly pulled out. The figure puts his hand on Roxy's shoulder for a moment before giggling and beginning to walk back to his original position. He faces Lucille and stops laughing.
"That was a good one, I've had bigger things inside me, though... I know you really want to kill me but," He forms a finger gun with his hand and aims at his own head. "We're both dead, honey." White energy is emitted from his fingers and explodes in a brilliant flash of light and when it retreats he's without wounds, the fire absent from his body. Lucille is awestruck, and backs away slowly.
“Aw, fancy shmancy I see, I see!” she smiles softly, as several long, dark tendrils appear to shoot out from her back. She takes off her glasses, and her eyes seep a dark substance. Her fingers elongate into claws, and her teeth become sharp. All the while, her skin emits a blue glow.
“All jokes aside, I'm glad to finally have a worthy opponent! Though, you are weakened... eh, whatever! Let's fight!!!” She snaps her fingers, and the ropes around Roxanne's body fall, as she stands up straight, and peels the tape from her mouth. A mask appears on her face, and she teleports to the kitchen and grabs two knives, one for each hand. She smiles beneath the mask, and lunges at the Photographer, quickly shooting her body towards him, her knives ready to impale him. Photo's eyes flash white and blind Porcelain, the enthralled Roxy, demonizing her for a moment. Featureless, jet black tentacles shoot out from his back, and wrap around Porcelain, who is pulled behind him and held there. Porcelain thrashes around, ensnared in the tentacles, letting out animalistic noises. Lucille laughs, runs over to the Photographer, and tries to impale him with one tendril. She wraps some others around his arms and neck, attempting to choke him out.
“Asshole!!! Give my doll back, you fucking nerd!!!” she yells, her voice becoming more distorted as she claws at the Photographer, trying to cause as much harm as she can. Tentacles wrap around Photo's face and just before they obscure his mouth he smiles. There is a flash of light and Lucille is alone on the long road to Seven Bridges, no end in either direction. She looks around, mystified by it.
“What the fuck??” she yells, “Where the hell am I????? Hello????” After a minute, she starts yelling to be released from wherever she is. She attempts to teleport, and even world-hop, but none of it works. “What the fuck??????”
“Hey, you like it? This is where my friends and I used to go. Seven Bridges. My very own Shivering Isles,” the Photographer says, appearing from thin air.
“I don’t fucking care, dickweed!!!” she lunges at him, and attempts to attack him with all of her tendrils. She claws at him, and begins making guttural, animal-like noises.
“Why are you such a raging bitch?” he asks, calmly, while dodging her attacks with ease.
“Why do YOU keep CALLING ME the SAME SHIT EVERY TIME????” more tendrils sprout from her back, all going towards The Photographer. Her mouth becomes wide, extremely wide. She grows more and more teeth, and they become needle-like, as she lunges towards Photo, attempting to bite him. The Raging Bitch™ bites Photo, her teeth sinking into his shoulder. The flames return to Photo’s body, flying into Lucille’s face. She shrieks in pain, and gets off of him.
“FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING DIIIIICK!!!” she teleports behind him, and starts jamming her tentacles into his back, “FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOUUUU!!!”
“What, can’t take the heat?”
“I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU,” she yells, wrapping her tentacles around his neck, and squeezing.
“You're a bit late for that, sweetie, 1000 years too late."
“I’LL FIND A WAY TO DO IT ANYWAYS, FUCKER,” she yells, clawing at his eye.
“Why can't you /wake up/ and see that you can't kill me?" the Photographer says, calmly. Lucille stops for a second to think about the words he emphasized.
“What the fuck do you MEAN?!” she yells, starting to attack him again.
“You're not the first to see my skull, how's it look, by the way?"
“What the fuck are you TALKING ABOUT????” Lucille yells, in absolute confusion. The black flames completely engulf the Photographer, and everything fades to black. Lucille is back at the church, which is also engulfed in black flames.
“Wh- WHAT THE /FUCK/???” she yells in confusion. She looks around, retracting all her monstrous features, reverting to her usual form. She looks around in a panic, sweating due to the heat.
“David?” she yells, “Maryanne?? Porcelain??? ANYONE???? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON???” She walks around some more, before blacking out due to smoke inhalation. She wakes up in the church, without any fire to be seen. The Photographer and Roxanne are gone. Maryanne and David are standing over her, Maryanne still smiling and giggling like the fucking whack-job she is.
