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“Well this place looks interesting.” Still Thorn stands in the middle of the grassy parkour grid of Layer One. “Never really been a parkour person.” Every time he jumps stardust is left behind, she wasn’t planning to be invisible anyways. Slowly but surely ST makes it to a neighbourhood. In the fog of the edge of her render distance, ST is watched by a ghostly figure.
“Hi ^-^!”
“WOAH!” ST falls back as a sheet ghost with cat ears is now in front of her without her noticing them at all. “Wait, you feel familiar.”
“I could say the same to you... You have the skull head and the pointy legs. He doesn’t have hair though, or antennae. Her head’s shinier than yours as well.” The ghost ignores personal space and inspects ST only an inch away.
“So uh... name?” ST asks uncomfortably.
“Nah.”
“What?”
“I’d rather not. Do you have one?”
“Uh,” ST thinks of a name on the spot, “Star.”
“Cool cool.” The ghost backs away giving ST some space to breathe. “Anyways I need someone for something.”
“And what might that be? You need like a sacrifice for like a death trap?”
“You’re pretty close.” ST is even less at ease, even if she’s died before it’s always the method that she dreads. The ghost takes a couple of steps? No. The ghost floats above a couple of blocks then stops. “Y’know what, this is going to take too long, let’s take the short cut.” The ghost then creates a portal to hell, as you do, and drags ST into it. The two now roll on roller blades in a tunnel of red brick. ST rolls as gracefully as how a baby giraffe walks, slipping and sliding right into another portal. ST does a tactical roll onto the tiled floor of a laboratory. The skates of both her and the ghost evaporate. The place is rather bland if you ignore the thousands upon thousands of nuclear propaganda posters pasted onto each other, and they’re piled on thick. The ghost walks through the ever changing halls of the laboratory and ST follows behind. They stand in front of a sealed door with like 5 locks on it, like every type of lock you can think of is on it. The ghost just phases through the door, ST is annoyed. Though thankfully all she needs to do is think about breaking the thing and it crumbles into dust. The door reforms behind her as she walks into some sort of control panel room with a wall of reinforced glass, on the other side of the glass is this large metal box. Though in front of the box and in front of the reinforced glass and in front of the control panel are three people wearing lab coats and goggles. There’s this fish guy, who feels familiar, bird guy, who feels familiar, this person with a teal halo, who feels familiar, and a potted plant, who also feels familiar.
“Thorn! Oh my god, when did you grow hair? I love the look!” says the fish guy. ST hears her name, how do they know him? I mean she kind of knows them back but not enough to know their names.
“I’m not Thorn.”
“Oh, well are you here to help?”
“I guess?”
“Okay so,” fish guy motions for ST to come closer, “we made this thing, but we don’t know how to use the buttons here to control it.” ST sees a big green button in the middle of the control panel. Green means good right? ST presses it based on that assumption, but then regrets it as the walls of the large metal box move into the ground and reveal an incredibly large nuke.
“Oh my god.”
“Oh my god indeed! You did it! You don’t know how long it took us to figure this thing out but you did it.” The room begins to cheer and applaud as the nuke flies up into the sky. If he doesn’t leave he’ll be nothing so as doom flies up to later fall onto the parkour grid, Thorn traverses away in a flash of stars.