Hey everyone, Paradigm of Writing here with a new chapter of Pluto Vacation, #8: Penultimate Peril. It's time to have our focus centralized back on three certain teenagers who we haven't seen anything from since Chapter 4, and they are Samus, Link, and Zelda. I hope you all have been hungrily awaiting for the update of this story, as I've been extremely anxious to get this over with, as the deadline for the contest is coming up close on the 25th, meaning I got to work my ass much harder and faster than normal. Last chapter, Sheik chased after Marth, only for the bluenette to supposedly fall into a mine shaft, then for her to recognize whom the killer is before falling somewhere else as it is. Luigi awoke far from the main lodge, and had to make a decision between killing Peach, Kuro, or Lucas, the system malfunctioning and killing Kuro when he meant to kill Lucas. The hidden lodge collapsed, crushing Lucas as well, so he may be dead too! Yeah... anyways, enjoy Chapter #8: Penultimate Peril!
1:05 AM, Husen Family Resort Main Lodge, Denver, Colorado, December 20th, 2015
Nearly four hours. Four fucking hours in a bathtub, she sat, that Samus Adderage, completely oblivious to the madness consuming her friends whole. Red and Robin's demise at the hands of Freak, the séance of Lucina in the downstairs living room, Luigi's knockout, Kuro, Peach, and Lucas's kidnapping, Sheik chasing after Marth in the snow, and the death of Kuro and Lucas at the hands of Freak... everything happened while she was in a state of bliss in a warm hot water bath in the upstairs main bathroom.
She currently bobbed her head back in forth in a fast sequence of nods and hand motions, the quick techno song of Planet Colors from the F-Zero franchise. All the rifts, the intense beats. Currently set on a ten minute extended remix, her next song in the playlist contrasted dramatically with a cello piece from Mozart, soft piano accompaniments and riveting snaps of violin strings. Her playlist... odd enough to say the least. Unknown to her, an extra presence watched her in the bath, sitting up against the pinewood walls of the bathroom.
Freak smiled to himself, seeing the top curve of her breasts, licking his lips while he watched her stir, eyes closed, hands moving so beautifully. "I want to be inside of you... my dear Samus Adderage. Perhaps when the time is right." he thought sexually, getting erect at the way she bit her lip, ran a hand through her soaking wet blonde hair... nearly all of him was drowning in a wave of ecstasy just watching her! Freak glanced up at the clock above the bath, the time reading five minutes after one. He nodded, filing over one of his darkest thoughts in his brain before striding out of the bathroom, not even hiding his fully elongated penis. Ooh... he'd get a chuckle out of this one more than anything. He slammed the door shut, as he left.
Back in the bath, Samus heard the slam, as her music wasn't on so loud that it drowned out everything, but close enough. She opened her eyes, noticing that the candle near the faucet had been extinguished, perhaps from a gust of wind from the outside. It did feel a tad bit drafty, not going to lie. Samus took out her ear buds, the sharp accents of video game music dying from her ears. She looked around the bathroom. "Guys..." she trailed off. "What are you doing out there? Being creepy again Kuro?" she asked aloud. There came no answer. Only the cricking and buckling of old wood under heavy drawls of booted feet. "Okay..." Samus said slowly, looking up at the clock. Time read 1:06 AM. She had been in the bathtub way too long, beyond her normal time constraints. The others were probably just going to bed, and so it meant she probably should too.
Samus stepped out of the bath, flipping the drain on. The sound of torrent water gushing down the tube caused her to shudder, the noise being so loud and uncommon in the bathroom when everywhere else was drowned out in silence. She slipped a robe on, which she had lied on the side of the tub. Reaching down, she went for a pair of slippers to wear around her feet as the floors would be too cold to go around on in bare feet. She blinked, before her eyebrows furrowed together crossly. "Stealing my clothes? Not cool guys, not funny at all! Assholes, it'd really be nice if I could have my clothes back!" she yelled, seeing as when she stepped into the tub, she had put her jacket, jeans, t-shirt, undershirt, and panties by the slippers. The slippers themselves were gone too. All that had been left in their place was a sock, a single musty brown sock that smelled to the high heaven of sex sweat and scents of lust. She gagged. Had to be another prank. A sick one. Did Kuro put Red up to the job with this one? Couldn't be Lucas. The boy was asleep across the hall.
She sighed, realizing that yelling at the problem that no longer sat there would get nothing done. Samus tightened the bathrobe, then pushed open the bathroom door. She jumped at this, frowning. "I thought I left the door locked when I got in..." Then it dawned on her. Her asshole friends took her clothes, meaning the door had to be unlocked to get into the bathroom. Leaving it locked would've been possibly creepier than anything else.
The lodge stayed in an eerily quiet stasis. Silence met her footsteps, clouds of dust and ice batted at her lashes, frigid veins of mold and insect dung dared to crawl up her legs. Samus breathed in, breathed out, breathed in, and breathed out some more. There was not a sound to be heard besides the creaking of the floor underneath her petite weight. The door on the other end of the hall across from her lay closed, but a light poked out from underneath it. Samus smiled to herself. "Lucas says he'll go to bed but then stays up watching porn or something... or he could possibly be reading..." She inched forward to his room, and knocking softly.
She frowned at the fact there was no response. Pushing the door open, she found the bedroom to be empty, with the subsequent guest bath. Where did the blonde decide to go? Samus scratched her head. "Whatever this prank is... they're doing a pretty good job at freaking me the fuck out..."
The other doors on the second level either were locked or open with no one in them. The front door to the cabin also was locked, as was the kitchen and a few of the bedrooms. Only place left to check was the downstairs area, the basement and the screening movie room. Hell, what did Samus get herself into? As she made her way down the third flight of stairs, that was when she noticed the balloons. Multiple balloons of different colors tied to the posts of the stairs. Ceruleans, amaranthines, halcyons, emeralds, crimsons, sunbursts- each marked with a pallid arrow to go down. Samus rolled her eyes. "Probably just a fucking jump scare." she deduced, deciding that if everywhere else prevented travel, the only way to go lied in the instructions being handed to her.
Samus made her way to the basement floor, seeing that on the table where Kuro had found the flashlight for when she and him made their way into the basement the first time, the same flashlight now sat on top of the table, ready to go. She paused at this, gambling another shot of redemption. "Haha. You guys are going a tad bit too far with this now. I know, it's funny at first. Look! It's Samus in a towel. I understand I may look semi-attractive to you gentlemen, but do we need a repeat of last year?"
Her outburst got zero sound given back, and Samus stopped her foot. Daring and courageousness never hurt anyone, but curiosity did, as the phrase always went, curiosity killed the cat. She grabbed the flashlight, and turned it on, momentarily blinded by the sudden burst of light, halcyon and snow white rays dancing up at the ceiling. She peered around the corner, the entrance to the movie theater wide open for entry, a balloon marking entry. "Whoa... this is creepy..." Samus trailed off, stepping forward. Had she turned back, she would've seen Freak bearing holes into the back of her neck.
The serial killer responded in his mind to the question she had shouted earlier. "A repeat of last year is beyond, without a doubt the thing everyone here most needs. A crucial reminder no one is safe from their inner demons. And yes, it is mightily funny seeing you, Samus Adderage in a towel. You're absolutely stunning, the robe suits you perfectly- outlining the curving of immaculate milky white breasts..." he sighed. "Yes, very much so, a repeat of last year." Freak whispered, slowly stepping forward, eyeing the needle and syringe that had been expertly placed on the table next to the flashlight. How did Samus miss that? He would never know.
Samus stepped into the screening room, her patience at wits end. "Okay guys, this is it! I am done with this, alright? Where the fuck are you guys hiding? You need to come out now before I personally chop off all of your dicks!" As soon as she yelled this, the sliding doors to the viewing room slammed shut, locking her in. She screamed, twirling around with the flashlight at the locked door.
No longer than a few seconds later, a loud popping of static interrupted her thoughts, a strange, muscular voice she had never heard before came on over the speaker. "Hello Samantha. Looking for me?"
"What the fuck..." she hissed, swiveling the flashlight at the ceiling. A project had been fired to life up on the rigging above, but beyond that, no indicator as to where the voice would be coming from.
"I don't think you'll have much luck by looking, Samantha."
"Who do you think you are?" Samus yelled.
"You may call me Freak, if you choose to." the serial killer answered.
"What do you want?"
"Just for you to open your precious eyes. Look at the screen, my darling, and observe." Freak instructed calmly.
The flimsy white screen was replaced with a shot motion picture, and Samus's heart rose into her throat, bile threatening to appear, vomit curdling in her stomach. The shot was of her, in the bathtub, dancing back and forth to the Planet Colors F-Zero song on her IPod. The slamming of the door, the extinguishing of the candle, the opening of her diamond eyes, the leaning of the head. "What are you guys doing out there?" Samus heard herself speak on the screen.
Samus almost fainted. "Oh my god..."
"Look at her," Freak said sweetly. "A beautiful, sexy bathing bird. Do you think she had any idea what lied ahead? That these would be the few last happy moments of this creature's life? Wonder what she's thinking now..."
"You're fucking sick!"
"Perhaps you're the one who doesn't see the beauty in this." the serial killer made a tisk noise of his tongue.
She almost wanted to cry. "Why are you showing this to me?
The answer sent shudders down her spine. "Why are you watching?"
Samus broke from the screen, eyes glancing up at the ceiling, muscles twitching and daring to move. When she directed her attention back to the projector movie, the next few glimpses of film caused her to scream. The glazed over eyes of Kuro Husen gazed emptily back at her, blood caking his face, a spike protruding from his chest. Lucas crying out as something fell down around him, crushing the poor blonde. Red being consumed by a flamethrower, Robin getting stabbed in the neck, Marth getting ripped from the guest cabin door; horrific sequences of haunting evil occurring to her friends caused by the one and only bastard talking to her on the overhead. "NO!" Samus screamed, terror filling her veins.
"How does this make you feel? Squeamish," Freak taunted. "To see your friends ripped apart? While you sat helpless in that fucking tub, never moving, enthralled in a world of pleasure by tingling warm water? You are a fucking disgusting animal. I'll gladly rip you apart piece by piece, my dear Samantha."
"What did you do? Oh my god, what did you do?" she cried, a full on panic attack smacking her in the face.
"I'm going to give you ten seconds. Ten... nine-"
"No!" Samus cried out, backing away from the screen, hands not knowing where to move.
"Eight. Seven."
"Please no!"
Freak didn't spare her six seconds of thinking, instead interrupting the chaotic time by wrenching the screening door open, having been standing on the other side the whole time. She screamed for dear life, leaping back. He stepped forward menacingly, a needle in his right hand. Freak cracked his neck. "Samus... it's time to go to sleep now."
Thinking fast, Samus eyed a vase on the counter and grabbed it, chucking it at the serial killer with all her might. He covered his face from being hit in the mouth with pottery, all the while the blonde screaming, "Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" She ran away from Freak, towards the opposite direction to the doors that led to the basement.
"My... you like any good girl loves a chase. Perhaps one can be arranged?" he slyly cooed, wiping bits of the vase off his shoulder.
Samus wrenched the door open. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit fucking shit!" she yelled, bounding into a bedroom. She paused, her heart pounding a mile a minute, blood roaring, adrenaline coursing through her skin, rippling with shards of terrified anxiety. She could either hide under the bed or continue running away, down into the basement. Samus thought fast, and indecisively, leaping under the bed like a professional diver, squeezing in as far as she could. The comforting cotton of the bathrobe hugged her chest tight against the cold tile. She turned the flashlight off.
The door flung open, Freak stepping in. Heavy breaths came from both individuals, but who was louder, Samus couldn't tell. "Come here... my daring little sparrow."
She scooted over a tad, a resonating creak matching her movements. "Fuck."
"Gotcha." Freak smiled, reaching under the bed and grabbing Samus by the foot.
"Let me go, you sick fuck!" Samus screamed, gripping the base of the bed. She reeled back and kicked Freak with her foot in the nose. He howled, a resonating crack making a smile cross the blonde's lips. She launched herself over the bed, leaving the serial killer to reciprocate and asses the damage of his broken body part.
She pushed the door to the basement open, leaping down the stairs two at time. One of the strings of the bathrobe came undone, and she tripped on one of the stairs, her head colliding with a wall, her knee shattering somewhat. She hissed, seeing that the wound already began to bleed. Low stomping meant Freak was right behind her, and she persisted on.
Samus ran into the opening of the basement, her head turning in several directions. The broiler! It could hide her in the darkness. She raced forward into the dark parts of the corridor, before stopping behind a column. Instinctively she turned the flashlight off, holding her breath. "Please don't find me. Please, oh god please." she thought to herself.
Freak lumbered up the same location she had been at, pausing where the two were exactly next to each other, only the column separating the two. He sniffed. "I can smell your fear, Samus. You are very tasty, just from that alone. Come out wherever you are."
She couldn't take anymore of the taunting, and Samus ran from her position again, only to be clocked in the throat by a gloved hand from Freak. "Fuck off!" she hissed weakly, before he picked her up by the arms limply. She panicked, limbs flying out in a quick array, before her eyes flashed over the gleaming oak surface of a bat. Kuro! He had put it there when she explicitly brought up the game of baseball. She clutched it, swinging back at Freak's face. This time the killer dodged, but in that moment dropped her, and she ran forward again.
There were two different routes, one straight ahead, and one on the right. Samus took the right path, flying into a wine cellar. "I'll get you, my sweet sparrow!" Freak howled, hands grabbing at empty air.
Samus looked frantically at the sides of the wine cellar, and then at the door. "Are you kidding me? No handle?" she shrieked incredulously. Hands flew to the tops of the racks, where her hands brushed against something circular and metal. The handle! Freak bounded down after the corridor, ready to chase the blonde again and again. She threw down the rack, the handle clattering to the floor. Picking it up, Samus lodged the handle into the keyhole, wrenching open the cellar door. She slammed it shut, Freak shoving a hand through the top part of the door where the eye grate sat. She slammed it shut.
"Very nice..." Freak teased.
"Get out!" Samus screamed, locking the hatch. She stepped back, only to jump when Freak slammed all of his weight into the door. A few more budges, many incessant streams of cursing, and then the killer gave up.
"There's always another way around, my little blonde sparrow."
She grimaced, turning around and seeing another door, one that hopefully led to another room, another place away from the sick fucker who dared to try even kidnap her or worse... whatever he was planning to do, she'd take no part in it whatsoever. Samus unlocked the door and stepped into a new hall. An eerie quiet distilled over her, and she tightened the bathrobe, before checking her knee. The wound already began to scab over. It'd be okay by dawn.
Samus came to another clearing, either to go straight or take an immediate left. She decided to run left, seeing as going further into the nightmare could prove worse for her and that's something she didn't want.
As she ran, something clubbed her in the back of the head. "Fuck!"
Freak stepped over her. "Told you I could find my way to you..." he cooed. The serial killer showed her the needle and syringe, stabbing her in the neck with the medicinal injection. As he stuck her, Freak removed his mask.
Samus gasped as consciousness began to flee away from her. "You... you're supposed to be dead."
He smiled. "Oh, my dear sparrow... anything's possible. Sad the same thing can't be said for Midna, Lucina, Kuro, and the others, right?"
"You're never going to get away with this..."
"Oh please. I have only four people left to kill, everything else will work out for me in the end. You'll stay down here forever," Freak leaned into her ear, licking it. "As my entertainment."
Samus's blood ran cold, before unconsciousness took her up into a dreamy stasis.
1:50 AM, Husen Family Resort, Denver, Colorado, December 20th, 2015
Link kissed Zelda hard on the mouth, the two lying together in the snow outside in the resort grounds, near the fire tower by the cable car station on the ground level of the mountain. One would be hard pressed to believe the two had been gone for so long without having done some dirty distasteful deed along the way, one that took up too much of their time. Sex was still sex no matter how you pressed it, the two taking their rough feelings for each other and throwing it into a strange allocation of intercourse against a pine tree, no protection, barebacked by the snow laden ground.
He brushed a strand of hair out of his girlfriend's face. "You know, I forgive you with what happened with Marth."
Zelda blushed. "Before or after the blow job?"
Her boyfriend chuckled. "Way before, sweetheart."
She sat up, hair a mess. "I am sorry, I hope you realize. I'm more mad at myself than anything else. I didn't stop myself, when I had full control. The lying, the way he came onto me and I didn't push away. Perhaps he wanted to use it as a last resort, as I know he would been fucking Sheik later anyways."
"Probably have already done it. I guess we had sex without protection, against a damn tree because we could?"
"Because we could." the brunette agreed.
"I did it because I was angry."
"Oh, so you're misogynistic?" Zelda asked.
Link ruffled her already disheveled hair. "Hey, don't go name calling me now."
"I can't believe I'm probably one of the only girls in the world to agree to it without protection in the harsh elements," she teased, tickling him. "I think we should head back."
He kinda agreed with her, a pain spreading in his crotch. "We can in a little while. I want to get a better look at the mountain from the fire tower," Link pointed to it. "Would that be a problem? We can spend a few minutes up there to observe the beauty and go back to the lodge."
"Sure. Why not?" Zelda shrugged.
The two stood awkwardly, painfully, as the two made it to their feet. Zelda brushed the snow off of her jacket, out of her hair, and from her shoes, Link doing the same to his hat, gloves, and jeans. The two locked hands, walking up the path to the fire tower. Just like Samus back at the lodge, now in the clutches of Freak, the two had no idea that there was a mad killer running around, slicing friends to bits and setting collapsing cabins on blonde headed boys. Certainly not interrupting sexual activity either. How scandalous.
The night sky glowed with an azure hue, twinkling stars forming constellations such as Orion the Hunter, the Little Dipper, the Major and Minor. He pointed out a few to her, small talk between them going a long way. One kiss deepened strongly, lavender scents dripping off of her hair, salty saliva droplets coming from his mouth. The two almost stripped right then and there again, Zelda making way to remove the buttons again, when Link gripped her hands tight.
"Hold up there little panther. We've just finished not even half an hour ago and you want to ride the bucket again? Let's wait a few days. We're spent. Relaxation looking up at the stars is all we need."
Zelda's face dropped into a downcast glance, but she nodded. "Whatever you say, Mr. Dillon." He made a face, being referred by his last name, something only reserved for his parents.
The two had come up to the fire tower when a searing bright light came on, causing the two to cry out in surprise. Link shielded his eyes away from the sudden source of brightness, making Zelda do the same. The two lowered their arms from their faces as the light dimmed.
"Ah jeez! That's freaking bright! Link, I can't see. What is that?"
"A motion sensor probably. We must've tripped it." he said logically.
"It'll take forever for the rods and cones to dissipate." she complained.
"We'll be better up at the top of the fire tower. Shall we climb?" Link offered.
She shrugged, blinking a few times for the lights to stop dancing around her eyeballs and bouncing around like a game of air hockey in her skull. Zelda began to climb, the wind picking up, sharp and shrill bits of ice clawing at her backside. Link joined her on the ladder, the extra weight being somewhat unwelcoming. The two climbed, and she tried to forget the pain radiating from her butt, he certainly wasn't gentle with his ramming. Then again, when did ramming ever act comforting?
The couple made it to the top, Zelda pushing open the freezing cold grate, before lugging herself up to the top floor. She reached over the side, grabbing her boyfriend and hoisting him up as well. She slammed the grate shut, before standing and wiping off the snow. She wanted to make a comment about how hurtful her ass had become due to his roughness in the sex earlier, but she bit her tongue. Save it for a less romantic time. Zelda assessed the top floor of the fire tower. All dark and empty.
"Just great," she sighed. "No power."
"There's gotta be a fuse around here somewhere, no?" Link frowned. There was a slight rumbling in his pocket, as it meant someone had texted him. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, turning it on.
"Who texted you?" Zelda asked, rubbing her shoulder, slightly miffed.
Link's eyes widened. "Luigi and Peach both sent me a message." he said, before showing her the screen. The message read-
Hey... umm... Link, if you get this, know we aren't joking. Peach, Kuro, Lucas, and I were all attacked by a serial killer. His name is Freak. This guy supposedly killed Lucina and Midna last year... and he came back to finish the rest of us off. He kept us locked away in some secluded location, and had the Kuro, Peach, and Lucas tied up with various murder weapons trained at their bodies. I had to play a fucking Gamemaker and decide who to kill. Kuro got the axe by a random key selection... and- and he's dead! The house collapsed on us and Lucas may be gone too! You need to help us. We know there's a fire tower down by the cable car station. Get there and turn on the power! Kuro mentioned something about it being off during the winter months as no one really comes up here. We're going back to the lodge to get Samus, and maybe see about Marth and Sheik. Please hurry! Lives may depend on you helping us. Please guys, please oh please!
~ Luigi and Peach
Link chuckled to himself darkly, hoping to see if there could be any humor in the situation. "Luckily we're already here..."
Zelda didn't bother to take an extra second, looking for an opportunity to find a power source. Against the wall stood a breaker box. She flung it open. Flicking the switch for the power, something underneath their feet rumbled to life and the energy flooded through the top floor of the fire tower. Zelda eyed a fuse box, and flung it open too. A flare gun met her gaze and she picked it up, before tossing it to Link. "Is there a working radio up here? A normal place like this would. And keep that flare gun. We may need it for later."
He caught it, understanding that now was not the time to play around. Zelda was in full drill sergeant mode and when it came to her friends, the people she actually liked, she'd do all in her power to save them from whatever darkness loomed around the corner. Link eyed the radio on the table out looking the window. "Radio is right there," he nodded. "So much for a relaxing night looking up at the stars."
She lunged for the radio, turning it on by pressing the power button. A static charge roared to life, rumbling low and quiet and her heart skipped numerous beats of relief. "Oh thank God in all of merciful heaven. We've got a signal!"
Something broke on the other side, a clear-cut male voice responding. "Hello? This is Fox McCloud from the Denver city police department? Whom are we speaking to? We need you to speak clearly and slowly into the microphone."
Zelda didn't know exactly what clearly and slowly meant in the moment of panic. "Oh... oh my God I can't believe this is working. Link, we can still save them."
"Please repeat that, over." Fox said again.
"My name is Zelda and I- oh my you have to help us. We're here on the Husen Family Resort mountain and we've gotten word that's there a fucking serial killer going around killing our friends. Two of them are already dead and you have to help us... please oh please!"
Link stomped his foot. "Zelda! What part about slowly and clearly do you not understand?"
"I'm in panic mode, okay?" she screeched.
There was a pause on the other end. "I hear you loud and clear, miss Zelda. You say there's a killer after you and your friends?"
"Yes sir! We aren't making this up! We have a text message and everything! The guy's name is Freak. Said to have been the one behind Midna and Lucina Husen's disappearance last year. You have to help us!"
Fox coughed. "We understand completely. It's currently nearing two in the morning, and we can't get anyone out to your location for a couple hours. A blizzard is on its way over the mountain from Canada and we need clear flying passage up the resort."
"How long till then?" Link yelled into the microphone.
"Dawn, at the earliest. Until dawn." the police officer accentuated. The feed canceled out for a bit.
The couple hugged breathlessly. "Okay, we've got something well and done for. What do we do now?" Zelda asked.
Link opened his mouth to speak, when the motion sensor light from below at ground level flickered on, illuminating the top floor in a ghostly white halo. "Fuck! There goes the light again," he hissed, looking out over the window. "Something else tripped the motion sensor. Probably a fucking deer."
Before another action could occur in the fire tower, a loud snap came from down below, and something heavy and strong slammed against the grate which separated the top floor from the ladder leading to the ground. Zelda screamed, backing up against the wall. "He's coming for us Link!"
The tower began to groan. "What- what is happening? the couple shouted in unison.
"The tower! It's collapsing!" Link cried out.
Everything began to shift to the right, the fuse box shattering, the radio falling to the floor, bursting into flames, causing a electrical fire. "Shit!" Zelda screamed.
"Don't move!" Link yelled cautiously, his footing starting to slip. The entire tower fell on its side, Zelda loosing the little room she had before plummeting to the window, screaming the whole way.
"No!"
Her boyfriend had jumped, holding onto a wooden beam in the ceiling that had flipped. "Zelda!" he screamed.
She opened her eyes, seeing that now the tower hung precariously over the ledge, sinking down slowly into the snowy ground like the Titanic into the Arctic Ocean. The brunette looked up to see the gut wrenching fear plastered on her boyfriend's face, and then the radio box, crumpled in all its metallic glory unlatched from the power cord. Zelda rolled out of the way as the glass shattered, to then roll back out into the open air. She screamed again, managing to latch onto the last second a rung from the broken and shambled ladder. "Fuck me..." she whined.
Link let out a riveting scream as the tower began to give way again, the entire thing tipping over and sinking into the snow, collapsing into the mines underneath the ground.
From far away, Freak looked through his trusty set of binoculars, safe and sound on a ledge overlooking the mountain ridge. He grinned to himself. "Now there's only two more to go. Peach and Luigi, I hope you enjoyed the two hours of solstice you've had from me. It's time to beg to whomever you worship I go easy and gentle on you, now."
*lets myself drop to the floor in exhaustion* Wow... I gotta say, I can't believe I actually got the chapter done and out of the way. I'm recovering from a weird one day bug that caused a light fever, bad shudders, congestion, a cough, and a rough sore throat, so I for the most part have felt pretty crappy, but I knew this chapter had to be done as I meant to type it last night but decided against it as I felt like shit. Happy to see that we may not be seeing Link, Zelda, and Samus again? Well... you just might not never know! Thanks for reading guys, and I can't wait to see you guys again hopefully on the 12th, in ten days, for Chapter #9: Roulette Wheel, with mainly staring Peach and Luigi. Will they mainly carry out the next and final three chapters of the story? Perhaps. And, who do you think Freak is? Find out next time. Love you all! Bye!
~ Paradigm