He added another frog, and Darn let the bag rustle in his hand; the weight of it, oddly satisfying-sounding like they were collecting proof that the world had gone sideways. Tokens or something for some arcade machine that would pay out into weird little oddities.
He caught the moment Jasper...
As the barrel slammed down over his head, Captain Falcon’s world went dark with the unmistakable thunk of cheap wood and sheer audacity.
Silence.
Then—
“…Really?” came his muffled voice from inside the barrel.
The barrel trembled slightly as Falcon shuffled in place, the faint sound of him...
Darnell had seen a lot in his time on the road: Snowstorms in places that shouldn’t have snow, gas stations too clean to be real, coffee that probably doubled as paint thinner. Kinda like what he's drinking now. But frogs? Lemon-colored frogs hatching from the damn walls?
Yeah. That was new...
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Bang! went the loud, metallic sound along the length of the stone corridor that they had temporally occupied. There stood the Legionnaire whom Cyan had failed earlier, in a nonchalant stance, expression unreadable from the low shadow of his helmet.
"Cyan. Peregrine. You are to accompany me ,"...
Darn watched the kid head back to the counter, his backpack slumping like it owed him money, trailing behind a neat row of suspiciously perfect footprints—left, right, same depth, same spacing. It was… unsettling. Like the floor was trying a little too hard to impress someone.
He took a sip of...