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A Distractors Nightmare
0 reviewsGoob faces horrifying twisteds and learns to cope until getting hit.
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"Gotta keep moving and hope Vee, Brightney, and Shrimpo stay out of my way. Gotta keep moving. Gotta keep moving."
Goob runs in circles, barely missing the twisteds. They groan and grunt in anger and exhaustion. I hope the team finds a heal; it scares me when I'm on one heart.
"Med! Goob, come here!" Rodger excaims.
"Rodger! Hide so I can come over!" I yell.
Scuffling near a good hiding spot. Either a twisted or Rodger. Given that the med is right in front of my eyes, it's probably Rodger. The satisfactory plink of the item in my inventory gave me a moment of clarity. I should wait until Rodger steps out and go back to the broken elevator, where I was circling previously.
"I got the med!! Going back to broke ele!"
And as I make my way back to circling the twisteds, I begin the cycle all over, until panic mode at least. Panic mode. It is what it says. It makes you PANIC... faster twisteds, a ticking timer, and peer pressure to distract until the last second.
"Goob!! Come on, there's only 10 seconds left!" 10.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!! HOLD ON!" I say... 7.
"Goob!! FORGET THE BAND, COME HERE!!" Sprout yells. 4.
"HOLD OOOONNN!!!" 1.
0.
Decsending To The Next floor
"Goob, really dude..? You let Brightney get hit!" Cosmo says. The one who hasn't healed once and has an inventory full of medkits!
"You need to get in the elevator sooner, Goob. You could have died!" says the rodger who throws himself into my distracting when there is a main, blames me and begs sprout for heals. unbelievable!!
cYou are kind of a bad distractor, Goob," Sprout says. The same sprout who defends Rodger at all costs despite knowing he is doing that to himself on purpose!!
*shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shu–
grrrrrrrrrghhhhr...
"Is that..." Sprout asked in fear.
"I'm not cleaning spilled ichor..." Tisha remarks.
"PEBBLE!" Rodger yelps in excitement.
Maybe that wasn't such a good idea...
Pebble notices us and charges. i step out and run. Run. Run. I gotta keep running. Run. Oh god, why did I say I was gonna distract?!
The crackle of ichor reverberates in the giant floor.
I've been hit.
Goob runs in circles, barely missing the twisteds. They groan and grunt in anger and exhaustion. I hope the team finds a heal; it scares me when I'm on one heart.
"Med! Goob, come here!" Rodger excaims.
"Rodger! Hide so I can come over!" I yell.
Scuffling near a good hiding spot. Either a twisted or Rodger. Given that the med is right in front of my eyes, it's probably Rodger. The satisfactory plink of the item in my inventory gave me a moment of clarity. I should wait until Rodger steps out and go back to the broken elevator, where I was circling previously.
"I got the med!! Going back to broke ele!"
And as I make my way back to circling the twisteds, I begin the cycle all over, until panic mode at least. Panic mode. It is what it says. It makes you PANIC... faster twisteds, a ticking timer, and peer pressure to distract until the last second.
"Goob!! Come on, there's only 10 seconds left!" 10.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!! HOLD ON!" I say... 7.
"Goob!! FORGET THE BAND, COME HERE!!" Sprout yells. 4.
"HOLD OOOONNN!!!" 1.
0.
Decsending To The Next floor
"Goob, really dude..? You let Brightney get hit!" Cosmo says. The one who hasn't healed once and has an inventory full of medkits!
"You need to get in the elevator sooner, Goob. You could have died!" says the rodger who throws himself into my distracting when there is a main, blames me and begs sprout for heals. unbelievable!!
cYou are kind of a bad distractor, Goob," Sprout says. The same sprout who defends Rodger at all costs despite knowing he is doing that to himself on purpose!!
*shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shu–
grrrrrrrrrghhhhr...
"Is that..." Sprout asked in fear.
"I'm not cleaning spilled ichor..." Tisha remarks.
"PEBBLE!" Rodger yelps in excitement.
Maybe that wasn't such a good idea...
Pebble notices us and charges. i step out and run. Run. Run. I gotta keep running. Run. Oh god, why did I say I was gonna distract?!
The crackle of ichor reverberates in the giant floor.
I've been hit.
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