Ennard tried to step outside, but their legs wouldn't budge.
"Baby! Ballora!" said Ennard. "Move your legs! Let's go!"
No! Baby insisted. We all saw how we looked now! Our skin is really green now, and not only that, but one of our endoskeleton eyes is visible! Plus our teeth are starting to fall out, and so is our hair!
She is right, said Ballora. Everyone will notice now. We cannot risk it this time!
"Well, we are," said Ennard. "Funtime Foxy herself told us: if we stay inside all the time now, people will suspect. We've just gotta keep going outside, once a day, at least."
... If we get busted for this, said Baby, I'm gonna kill you.
"Duly noted," Ennard replied. "Now move those legs of yours."
After a moment's hesitation, Ennard started to walk. They exited the house, walked down the steps, and started down the walk. Sure enough, Michael's friends were there, but they weren't all there. Some were missing.
"... Mike?" said Spencer uncertainly.
"Y... yeah, hi!" said Ennard as cheerfully as he could. The decomposing of the skin was causing their voice box to be rusted slightly, making their voice sound a bit raspy. "The, uh... medications aren't working at all anymore. This illness was... something I didn't think it was. I'm going to the hospital."
"You... want us to come with you?" Robert offered. "I mean, I can see that the normal spring in your step is gone. You look really weak."
"Y... yeah, I... feel really weak," said Ennard, coughing as well for effect. "But... I think... I think I can make it, that's okay."
"No, you look terrible," said Robert. "No offense, though. C'mon, I parked just up the street, let me take you to the hospital."
"No, no... it's okay..." said Ennard, thinking quickly. "I... don't want... to spread the disease... in your car. I'll... I'll take the bus, it's cool."
"Oh," said Robert. "Well, okay, if you're sure..."
"I'm sure," said Ennard, nodding and smiling. Then he continued down the sidewalk.
This is really bad, said Baby. I think they're noticing... I might be getting a little paranoid, though...
"Yeah, you're getting paranoid," said Ennard.
Be ye kiddin'? Funtime Foxy asked. Our skin be rottin', an' ye think ye be paranoid when ye say that they be noticin'?
That... is a very good point, said Baby.
"Funtime Foxy, stop putting ideas into Baby's head," said Ennard. "They're not noticing. They would've called us on it if they did. We're fine for now, but once we aren't able to find a way to cover up how we look, then that's the time to worry."