“Yea… WAIT WAS THAT YOU?”
Hey, your walls are REALLY cramped, you can’t blame me for making some noise!
“Why are you living in my walls in the first place, surely the housing market isn’t that bad.”
Uh…
Let’s talk about how I’m currently living in your walls later…
Shouldn’t we check out the basement?
“Good idea.”
He shines his flashlight into the basement to investigate alongside Unlucky.
Man your basement is huge! I should have lived here instead!
In the basement is a weasel. Its nose is covered in blood.
You, uh, gonna eat that?
some dead guy is tied up in a chair and the weasel had been eating into his chest cavity. Blood coats the floor and a message reads out. Fear the shadows
Oh. You’re not gonna eat that.
Can I have it?
Well, I’ll take that as a yes.
I attempt to catch the weasel.
“There’s a corpse in my basement and I don’t know how this got here.”
“I think we should probably call someone…?”
Also this is creeping me out.
I don’t have a phone.
“I have a Hotline for local moderation… aka police.”
THE POLICE?!? I GOTTA HIDE!
“Eh? Why?”