WEEK THREE: LATE MONDAY, THE ELECTRICAL ROOM

[parodeity]

[ well, there's no one he wants to risk going through a door with him any longer (clementine should only have to risk one door a week, ems is too young, vi is too nice, and dirk honestly deserves better), and no one he trusts to have his back like that, so this week dave's making his russian roulette choice alone, just like the first week.

it is, after all, much better that way.

whats behind door number one? ]

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[abhoth]

[Maybe the motel really, really, really hates left hands. How dare they be left hands and not like, anything else.

As he circles past the breakers, the noise stops. Dave is left with nothing but the sound of his own breathing and the audible hum of the machinery in the room. Perhaps, if he's the optimistic type, he'll believe the coast is clear. But probably not. After all, things tend to go south around here.

And that's exactly what happens. As he moves, quietly as to not make a sound, something shoots out from under the machines and wraps around his ankle. It yanks, pulling as hard as it can to topple him over and potentially causing him to slam his face against one of the metal cabinets. Think fast.]

[parodeity]

[ yep there goes his face and he thinks fuck not my shades and spares a second hoping fervently they survived the impact while he ignores. whatever injuries his face just got to slash at the tentacle. first things first: get the ankle lose and get back on his feet, and worry about injuries later when he has the time to mind them. ]

[abhoth]

[Well. His shades may or may not have been knocked off his face, but whether they are broken or not is a mystery to be resolved in the next tag. He successfully slashes at the tentacle, cutting through the mess of slime and flesh and whatever the hell its made of. The tendril retreats, a hiss audible to Dave's ears, and then it disappears under the machines.

He'll be given exactly enough time to get back on his feet before a mass of tentacles, eyes and mouths (plural) shoots out from where the tendril disappeared and tackles him. The thing packs a wallop, its size roughly the height of Dave's torso, and if he's not careful — he might end up getting slammed into one of the machines.

Or even worse, knocked headfirst into the fusebox.]

[parodeity]

[ leave! the shades! alone! he actually spares a stupid second scrabbling to shove them back on his face with his mostly useless left hand which is. dumb. and probably not helping? as he gets back onto his feet, and it's why he doesn't actually have time to dodge the next attack.

john egbert gave him these shades and they're more important than the universe not cracking in two and in a moment of sheer panic he can't allow them to be unaccounted for.

he grunts as he's knocked back, only able to register in a split second he's heading straight for the fusebox before trying to push back and not being certain he's going to have the time to do so.

instinctively he reaches for a power that isn't there, to wind back the clock or freeze time, but it's still gone, fuck -

they're all going to be so pissed off with him. he doesn't really even think about that, just thinks right, no time powers and slashes at the thing again because the one rule is don't go down or at least try not to go down alone and if nothing else he can drag the thing to slam into the fusebox with him, right? ]

[abhoth]

[The shades will remain on the bridge of his nose, if not damaged due to Dave slamming his face on a metal cabinet (sorry, John). The monster wraps its tendrils around him, pushing and pushing and maybe it plans to make a shish kebab out of him later, but that doesn't matter right now. Dave cuts through eyes and tongues and flesh, but it's not enough to fully stop the beast. Not really, no.

They both slam into the fuse box, breaking it due to both its age and the force of the impact. Instantaneously, hundreds of milliamps run run through their bodies. Their muscles will seize, making it impossible for either of them to let go of each other. Dave's heart will beat in an uncontrolled matter. Within moments, this will prove to be fatal.

There will be a power outage throughout the motel as a result of this, but Dave won't be around to presence it. On the bright side, at least, he will have succeeded in taking the monster down with him.]

[parodeity]

[ at least he doesn't live long enough to be able to find out if the shades got cracked or not. which they probably were. rip dave strider's shades?

also rip dave strider. his last thought is not particularly eloquent or noteworthy or more than fuck but hey. at least he didn't go out alone?

(sorry excuse for a knight.) ]

[abhoth]

[Well. He tried and therefore no one should criticize him. That counts for a lot.

The Electrical Room's door will remain unlocked, facilitating the discovery of his corpse. He'll ICly wake up in the graveyard at midnight on Tuesday, once curfew has begun.]

[parodeity]

[ SEE YOU THEN, I GUESS, will his shades be ok in death. yes, that will be his first concern when he wakes up dead, shut up. ]

[abhoth]

[His shades will be pristine and undamaged when he wakes up in (redacted), unlike what people will find on his corpse. Everything is right in the afterlife.]

[parodeity]

[ death already sounds great. farewell monster corpse and unfortunate dave corpse. ]