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[sketchythief]

a letter to my future self:
do not make bad decisions to offset bad luck

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[sharplydressed]

Right, right! We've totally got this.

[Do they, though. Do they.

They're going to have to fake it til they make it if they don't, anyway, since the trash blob is starting to pick up some momentum and is so large that it nearly gets stuck in the doorway on its way outside. It also leaves a gross splattering of garbage slime in its wake.]

Eugh-- I'll help you clean that up later.

[Daisuke's poor apartment... But it's heading right toward the sidewalk!]

Get ready!

[sketchythief]

[ When the garbage monster reaches the sidewalk, its size exponentially grows. Talk about disgusting. The stench grows worse with time and Daisuke decided that he's had enough, so he's going to torch this thing right now.

It screams in agony, but the thing that makes this worse is that the stench gets even worse. This literal pile of steaming garbage makes him feel faint. Another flamethrower pops into existence near Kashuu's feet if he ever wants to help burn this thing.

It's too late for gas masks, apparently. ]

[sharplydressed]

[Yeah he's definitely having some Issues over here and desperately pining for clear and fresh air. He'll also just voice what they're all thinking:]

Why is it getting worse—?!

[Because it's a TRASH MONSTER FROM HELL probably. In any case, as soon as that flamethrower appears? Yeah, he's grabbing it. No hesitation. He'll immediately join in on the torching party, not-so-gently roasting this poor shrieking beast... Tragic.]

[sketchythief]

[ The tragic beast has been vanquished and they will no longer hear its putrid cries--

but the smell lingers.

Daisuke feels the flamethrower slip from his hands and it falls, loudly clanging on the ground. He's not sure if he's ever been this exhausted, much less in a dream. He collapses on his legs, feeling dizzy from the stench and all. ]

I think I'm going to be sick.

[ As if he wasn't already. ]

[sharplydressed]

[RIP Daisuke... As soon as he collapses, Kashuu's ditching his own flamethrower to dash over.]

Hey! Are you gonna be okay?

[Because BOY he sure doesn't look okay. Not that Kashuu can blame him, since the entire surrounding area of their burnt little garbage graveyard absolutely reeks. He's pressing his scarf to his nose, and even that barely helps.]

Let's get back inside, that might help-- Wait, no, it probably still stinks in there, too.

[sketchythief]

[ Daisuke feels so dizzy and doesn't think he can getup. He's grateful that Kashuu is there to support him.

However.

The scene suddenly shifts to a department store. Daisuke is still on the floor. Kashuu is still there next to him. A big digital countdown lights up above them from three, two, one--

When the timer reaches zero, the trash monster is seen in the distance with a vengeance. Except this time, it won't be the one to attack them. Instead, it presses a button that opens all the sliding doors. As soon as there's an inch of an opening between those doors, consumers flood into the department store, wheezing heavily, as they flood the entire place.

The stampede crushes them. Black Friday sure is a thing, huh?

Time to wake up!! ]

[sharplydressed]

[They were so close to making it through, so close and yet so far... AND NOW THIS NIGHTMARISH SCENARIO WILL HAUNT HIM ALL THE WAY UNTIL LITERAL BLACK FRIDAY.]