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Just another trip descending down the floors, nothing too big...
Seeing twisted clones of you and your friends, no biggie..
Just another Tuesday for Shelly! Right...?
Everything was going so smooth... Dandy had come up with a lot of healing items and the team was thriving! Rodger was well, so was Toodles, Tisha, Poppy, everyone!
It was a little annoying how they'd just almost ignore Shelly though...
Well, all except Tisha! And she was grateful, truly.
Thump.. Thump...
Shelly had just been interrupted by the twisted version of Poppy while she was busy doing a machine and had gotten hurt... And now Toodles was doing her machine!
"Hey... Toodles... That's... actually mine..! Can I get it back...?" Shelly tried asking as polite as she could only to recieve a shrug,
"Can't you find another one? Pretty please big sis!? I feel scared!" Toodles quickly let out, still steering that little red wheel on the machine.
Shelly sighed, she had no other choice. She nodded and walked along, holding her injured arm as she soon located Cosmo, smiling as she walked over.
"Hey... Cosmo! Could I get a cookie? I'm feelin' really down... And it's starting to hurt a lot-" Shelly began but got quickly cut off,
"Sorry Shelly! I think Looey just got hit!" Cosmo replied, in a panicked hurry as always as he ran off in search of the other toon.
That's fine... Of course... Looey is a very important addition to the team.. He's distracting twisted Pebble for Pete's sake! Shelly should feel more grateful to him.
She sighed, clutching at her bleeding arm, liquid black oozing out... Far too much for a normal gash...
Shelly shook her head, before she heard a shout,
"Everyone! To the elevator! Last machine's primed!" Tisha yelled in the centre of the room, urging everyone to get to the elevator as soon as possible.
Shelly knew what happened to those who were too late... And she definitely didn't want to be a victim today!
Shelly began to run but almost tripped over and fell... Oh dear... Her ankle twisted and it hurt so much to move...
Maybe she could... Call out to Tisha for help!
"Ti..Tisha!" She tried yelling out, but out came no response.
Shelly stumbled on her feet, feeling much like a newborn deer as she tried her best... Left foot forth, drag the right one...
Oh geez, it hurt like hell!
Shelly felt her vision go blurry as she began to breathe heavily... Was she really... No.. No... Main worry was to get to the elevator..
Yeah... Just drag yourself..
A hint of blue..
Tisha! Tisha!
No voice came out of her mouth, tears flowing down her cheeks.. She was far too slow, panic mode had already begun and-
A bark...
She was spotted.
No.. No..! Help!
Looey! Tisha! Poppy!
Anyone?!
Help me...
Why won't any of you help me?!
YOU SCOUNDRELS! HAVE SOME SHAME AND REACH A HAND OUT... JUST PULL ME IN!-
"TISHA!" Shelly managed to yell out through the choked sobs, which finally got the attention of the other. Her eyes widened. She had miscounted the amount of toons in the elevator and had told Looey to come along and stop distracting..
Oh dear.
"Tisha! Help me!" Why won't you just use your ability?! Help me!
IT IS MY RIGHT TO WANT TO SURVIVE!
IT IS MY RIGHT TO LIVE!
...
Shelly felt herself go numb. Her bottom half, completely numb.
A snarl and a growl was all that she heard before she fell to the ground, right in front of the elevator.
"Shel...ly...-" Was that Tisha? Was she speaking to her? "N..no..! Da... Ling...! Wa... U....p...!"
...
You shameless... Utterly selfish... WRETCHED... Traitors... ALL of you...
YOU watched me die. YOU watched that thing..
Shelly looked back at herself, only to find nothing but a pool of ichor on the ground. That black inky liquid leaking out like a damn waterfall.
She felt nothing.. She couldn't feel her legs at all.
She tried to crawl forth, using all her might...
Atleast have a little shame and raise a hand... Pull me in...! Help me... Had it been anyone else...
Shelly felt a suffocating sensation down her throat, making it nearly impossible to breathe.. She felt foam escape her mouth as she felt her bubbling rage...
Had it been anyone else,
NONE OF YOU WOULD HAVE HESITATED!
WHAT WRONG HAVE I DONE WITH JUST WANTING TO LIVE?!
WHY AM I NOT ALLOWED TO THRIVE LIKE THE REST OF YOU?
AM I ANY..
Different..?
Shelly's sceleras turned blood red as she suddenly felt something support her body enough.. Something materialize beneath her, helping her stand up and tower over the toons.
She felt her tears replaced... Replaced with the same black fluid that coated her newly formed legs, ribs and now.. Tears.
She looked down at the one whom she once called 'Friend'.. She felt an uncontrollable urge to rip her apart and-
So, that's what she did.
Tisha scrambled back to the elevator, but was far too late.
She was too late the second she failed to save her.
A strong, inhumane grip tightened around her neck as she was pulled off her feet, nearly 6 feet above the ground.
Ichor created claws dug into her neck, choking her as another hand inched forth.
"Big sis! Tisha! What is happening?!" Yelled the shrill, squeaky voice from inside the elevator.. Toodles hiding behind Rodger, who looked terrified.
Shelly wanted to curse at them all, tell them how ignorant and foolish they all were... And how all of them deserved to be erased off the surface of the earth!
But the only thing that came out of her throat now was an animalistic growl, a roar mimicking the great dinosaurs.. The greatest predators to have ever walked upon this land..
And Shelly was no different from one.
Her other claw dug into Tisha's abdomen, pulling out her stomach and squeezing the organ apart right then and there.
Was she traumatizing the kids? Most definitely.. Did she give a fuck? Most absolutely not!
This was her twisted vengeance... And all of them would pay for their incompetence!
...
"I'm sorry.."
The whisper echoed in Shelly's mind, or whatever remained of it.
Sorry... She was sorry... Tisha was sorry for leaving me to die...
...
What a fucking joke! A pathetic excuse of a friend and a lying bastard!
Another growl escaped her as she slammed the poor, dying toon onto the ground, snapping her skull open as the elevator door beginning to close with the last few moments showcasing Shelly's true rage, something she had kept bottled for far too long.
Tisha was beyond recognisable... She was most certainly dead.
A twisted sort of grin adorned her lips, her teeth growing sharper than she remembered them to be at the sight of the ichor painted mess beneath her, fresh stains of black coloring the brown canvas of the ground... A painting so strange and gorey yet it filled Shelly with an incredible sense of satisfaction... The murder and violence...
The culprit of which lurked still, a new nightmare overcome by the cursed liquid to evade...
A nightmare with a promise to be the demise of all those who had forsaken her.