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“…and, Done!” Gigi exclaimed, the red light of the machine turned to green with a small ding.
Gigi dusted off her sleeves and turned to find Connie, her girlfriend, who worked on the last machine of the floor.
“Hey Connie!” Gigi called, walking out into the middle of the warehouse.
The wind from outside rocked the warehouse, making Gigi’s stomach flip.
It was floor 13, and only had about 5 machines, since all that was left of the team was Gigi and Connie, a deadly duo of Twisted Vee and Pebble had made short work of the rest of the team. Thankfully this floor was free, Twisted Razzle n Dazzle and Rodger sitting idle.
Both Connie and Gigi decided to head back to ground level after this floor was completed.
“Connie…?” Gigi called again, the only reply was her echo.
A cool breeze brushed past her.
“Boo…” Connie whispered into Gigi’s ear.
Gigi yelped and jumped back, “Jesus Connie! You almost scared me to death!”
Connie laughed, “well, that would mean another ghost to creep around with. Cmon let’s head to the elevator.”
Gigi and Connie began their walk back to the elevator, the eerie breeze still drifting through the floor.
“Dontcha have your brother? Ya ever creep around with him?” Gigi asked, cracking her knuckles.
“Ugh, Soulvester is such a buzzkill. He thinks it’s unruly to scare people, he’s more of a protector then spooker. Plus, You could hear him from a mile away in that armor,” Connie scoffed.
“Hah, well is it at least nice that you get to see him more? Yknow, now that he and the other Halloween toons aren’t confined to a basement about two thirds of the year,” Gigi replied.
Connie scoffed again, “you kidding? It’s amazing! He may be a buzzkill but he’s nice to hang out with.”
“I can see that,” Gigi replied, both finally arriving at the elevator door.
Something was off, however.
“Hey, shouldn’t the elevator be open by now?” Gigi questioned.
Connie hummed, she really hadn’t noticed the fact she didn’t hear it open.
Gigi stepped forward, reared her leg back, and gave the door a light kick.
The doors stayed closed.
“Damn thing’s jammed,” Gigi concluded.
“…So we’re just stuck down here???” Connie questioned, placing her hands on her hips.
Gigi huffed, “I guess so.”
The two toons stood in front of the unopened door, wondering about what to do.
Connie glanced over to the small room right of the elevator.
“Hey G, maybe we can contact somebody to come down and save us?” Connie said, her voice had a undertone of sarcasm,
“Good idea,” Gigi agreed.
The ghost toon floated over to the room, Gigi followed closely behind.
Connie drifted over to the old computer on the desk.
“Now let’s see if this thing still works,” Connie grumbled to herself.
Gigi sighed, and sat down on the cold concrete floor.
It took about ten minutes of Connie mashing and pressing random buttons on the keyboard and the computer itself before it eventually turned on, the screen shining bright.
“Hey Con,” Gigi began, “can you even contact somebody to bring us up? Even if there was do you even know how too?”
Connie looked back at her girlfriend with a smug smile.
“Yeah… duh. A while back I overheard one of the toon handlers talking about how there was a place where you could report an elevator malfunction, and someone could come down to getcha. Nowadays it’s even more useful cause this place is fucking ancient.”
Gigi chuckled, “and who would get this report?”
“Dandy, most likely, or one of the mains, they had -and still have- access to the report system. Also, yes, they do get notifications of blackouts and ichor leaks, they just don’t feel like fixing them anymore,” Connie replied, turning back the computer.
Gigi could see Connie type some sort of command, then she shut off the computer.
Connie floated down to sit next to the gachapon, dusting her hands off.
“Alright, I sent it. Should take about 10 minutes, 15 at the latest.”
“Dammit… what are we supposed to do down here in a musty old warehouse??” Gigi spoke. Gigi turned to look at Connie, her face contorted in annoyance.
Connie looked back at Gigi with an expression that the gachapon couldn’t quite read,
It was like she was debating about saying something she might regret,
Gigi’s expression softened, “is… there something on your mind?”
Connie sighed and rubbed her eyes.
“Yeah… I uhm, was…”
Gigi stayed quiet, staring at Connie.
“Y-you know that uhm, conversation we had a while ago…?”
“Yeah, you said you wanted a kid? Right?” Gigi replied.
Connie’s face flushed red, “I was wondering if we could try now? I mean, we have the time…”
Gigi blushed, “heh, sure.”
Connie looked up at the gachapon, “you sure girl?”
Gigi gave Connie a smug look, “Con, I’ve never been so sure.”
Connie smiled, “alright then, don’t expect me to go easy on you.”
“Heh… Shut up!” Gigi snorted, giving Connie a playful shove.
Connie laughed as she quickly got to work with her shirt, unbuttoning it and tossing both it and her hat into the corner.
Gigi did the same, pulling off her oversized sweater and tossing it into the corner.
Leaving both toons in only their bras.
As soon as she did, Connie playfully shoved her girlfriend to the floor, pinning her down by the arms, Gigi letting out a surprised squeal in return.
Connie laughed, her face heating up, “spread out your legs, I promise I’ll start out slow…”
Gigi did so. Connie’s voice was so sweet, it was almost hypnotic in a way.
“You know what you’re doing, don’t ya?” Gigi teased from underneath the ghost toon.
Connie laughed, her voice dripping with lust, “of course I do.”