Half Past the Witching Hour

>You kept setting off shoulder enhancement bombs in the school to fix your tiny noodle shoulders but you ended up almost crushing your buff friend's head.



You try to spin a tale about setting off some highly illegal steroid-filled potion bombs at… Ok, this would probably get you into worse trouble than just telling the truth.



>You were framed! It was a setup! It wasn't you, it was the one-armed man!



I’m telling you! It was this one-armed guy with a sword for a hand! He put us up to it!

“…Lily, you are aware that I have read the police reports, right? The only mention of a one-armed man is my nephew, Jack, who gave you a soda to calm you down after said incident.”

Oh… Right.



>Well, first you opened a jar of mortal danger, just to give it some air. Then you stuffed your friend in there since it seemed like a fun thing to do.



Ok, that's your last idea and it's pretty much the truth. Might as well tell him.

“We were some place we shouldn’t have been. Something happened that neither of us could’ve predicted.”



>Reminisce.



You are now Lily Gray from a few days ago. You are currently waiting for your best friend behind a bunch of abandoned factories for one final night of shenanigans before you graduate in a few weeks.




Oh, uh. There she is. Apparently, Chell’s been standing there for about an hour now. That’s… Concerning.