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Hangover.

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" ....ps... "

" Scr...ps... "

" SCRAPS! "

Huh-

You jolt awake.

You were... sleeping in the bar?

You turn to your right, and see a familiar creature.

" C'mon, dude, you gotta get up! The others are waiting for you in the buffet. "

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Were they?

" Uhh- I can help you get up if ya want! "

... Well, the help is appreciated.

Totes lends out an arm for you to grab on, which you do. Thankfully you're on your feet again and off the bar countertop.

" I'll lead you to the buffet! Not sure if you wanna stand on your own... "

With your current state, you didn't think you were either.

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... Huh.

You're at the buffet now.

Totes lets you grab onto the doorframe, as you open the door.

In the buffet, there were... faces. Faces full of emotion. Faces familiar, and not in the afterlife.

You hold onto a nearby chair, sitting down on it. Totes seems to wander off to do his own thing.

Everyone was... alive.

You could hear laughter, talking, hands slamming down on tables...

It felt nice to hear that again.

You close your eyes....

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You open your eyes-

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Oh.

That... Wasn't real.

It was just a dream.

You're still in this killing game.

All the people who died...

They still died.

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You wish this would end.

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God, your head's starting to hurt.

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ADDITIONAL NOTES

dances dances dances

hEY GAAANG UHHH

IM GONNA BE PRETTY INACTIVE THROUGHOUT THE WEEK RIGHT NOW

UHH. SPORTS FOR 3 DAYS FUCKING SUCK

I HAD TO GET THIS OUT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE SO YOU DON'T YELL ST ME FOR THR NEXT PSRT OF CH.3 /J