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The hooded figure let out quite an embarrassing scream as they were sucked through time, barely able to keep their hands on the rope bounding Builderman. They glanced over, seeing Player passed out. They stopped screaming and deadpanned at them. Yeah. That checked out. They had never been good at high-stress situations.
They calmed themself and glared at Builderman. “I did not expect THEM to break it like that. I SSHOULD though, sshouldn’t I? How many times have we done thisss ssong and dance, David?” They nudged the Robloxian. “Then, you know how this ends. You’re not winning-” They laughed. “That was before. Oh, I have some extra help this time.” Their grin under the hood widened at the way he froze. “..What?” Before they could go on a monologue, the three got thrust fully into 2010.
Leer caught them. Only them. Builderman fell face first into the dirt, just like Player. The hooded figure hopped out of the void cultist’s arms, dusting themself off. “Leer, take the Vesssel to that hotel.” “Oh, yeah.” The cultist hauled Player over his shoulder. “You know where to come after, yes? We dissCUSed this. And I’m sure your Boss told you as well.” Leer nodded. “Yup. The Heights, I think.” The hooded figure nodded. “Correct. Now. Shoo.” The cultist nodded, readjusting his voidstar with one hand before going off.
“..You had help from them last run.” Their shoulders hunched as they glared at David. “This: is DIFFERENT. I may have had the help of that little… Cultisst lasst time. But Notice anything different? Ohoho.. He’s early, yesss?” “You don’t have the help of that Noob.” They giggled. “Of course not! It getsss boring after the millionth time. If I want to WIN, to ruin all that BIRD loves.. I have to get sssmarter. Now, Leer quite well knows what to do once dropping them off. The normal routine. Telamon will be beat down until broken. Giving ME a headsstart, unlike my firssst time around.. Now, enough monologuing. I have to get that Sword.” They grabbed the CEO by the legs and began dragging him off.