The Shop

>Annoyed. Would slap if I had a second hand.

>Didn't really give us the chance to explain before you hit us with... What did you hit us with? Eh.

>Moot point now. Anyways, you mentioned "Our" home, so I'm guessing someone else is staying here?

>And of course, I'm guessing it's safe to be honest about the shop here.

Asche:
"Of course, this domain here is free from that thing's eye.

Welcome to the End of the Line, home of the resistance!"

Unleash middle finger.

WHAT DID YOU DO WITH OUR DUCK CYCLE

Give me back my wheels you bastard.

Asche:
"That tin can? No worries, I threw it with the rest of your stuff in the storeroom."

Also, how come you get a body while I'm stuck in this box?

Asche:
"I'm not sure what you mean, but I was just born this way.
Why you are, or are in a box, well... maybe a question for your parents?"

>Continuously cry out "REVENGE!" all the while angrily swiping and snarling at Asche.
>Remind Asche of a dish that is best served cold...
>Speaking of which, you're hungry, demand that he feed you.

Asche has left the room.

>Just as blank as always.

>Babble incoherently about the the insignificance of isolation of an individual from a greater body with parts and values personified by insects.

You question the universe, its worth, and the health benefits of eating fried termites.

> Wonder what would've happened if we didn't open the door...

Images of Sam flash through your mind...
Of you spending the rest of that night enjoying the festival... the music... the fireworks...

How long do you intend to dream?

>Do some chin-lifts to get a huge bicep in the long haul, break out

In the meantime, you prepare for your cunning escape.

>This is taking too long. Draw a make-shift summoning and hope you would summon a decent spirit or demon using very limited and cheap items and equipment.

Play a tune by banging on the bars

>Materialize a captivity harmonica to wax musical about your life in the cooler. Harmonicas are a universal constant in all prisons.

>Call forth your shadow-child.

Can you just... sort of... slip through the bars? They look pretty widely spaced.

Wet yourself and become more malleable since you are made out of cardboard and move between the prison.

Well, despite all your rage, you're still just a box in a cage. So, maybe calm down first and try to think of a way out?

What if Asche was one of us?
Why they gotta make things so complicated!
Since we can't read his poker face, the next time we see him, we should clarify the 'why do you get a body and we don't?' question. Just straight up ask why the Shahpkeep let him keep his body instead of STUFFING HIS SOUL IN A CARDBOARD BOX upon contract.
... That's all it takes to be a star.

Turn sideways. Then try to fit in between the bars.

Play a tune by banging on the bars

You rap your knuckles against the iron of the bars.
In time you develop a steady beat, one that puts your mind at ease.

>Materialize a captivity harmonica to wax musical about your life in the cooler. Harmonicas are a universal constant in all prisons.

You find a lost harmonica in the corner of your cell.



You play into it a song of your woes.

>This is taking too long. Draw a make-shift summoning and hope you would summon a decent spirit or demon using very limited and cheap items and equipment.

>Call forth your shadow-child.

You summon Frank to your side.


There is no response.

Well, despite all your rage, you're still just a box in a cage. So, maybe calm down first and try to think of a way out?

Can you just... sort of... slip through the bars? They look pretty widely spaced.

Wet yourself and become more malleable since you are made out of cardboard and move between the prison.

Turn sideways. Then try to fit in between the bars.

Though not cardboard, you find your body is malleable to some extent.
You turn yourself sideways and squeeze...



You're stuck.



Something else has entered the room.

IT'S THE CAT FROM 10 PAGES AGO
> PLEASE HELP ME OUT I'M STUCK

Are you Frank? You're late.

Use your hand to wedge yourself

>"You, minion, rescue me!"
>You are rescued.
>"Good, you will go far during my rise to power."

Offer the visitor your undying friendship in exchange for getting unstuck

Use your hand to wedge yourself

Somehow, you've managed to jam your top between the bars.
It refuses to budge.

> PLEASE HELP ME OUT I'M STUCK

>"You, minion, rescue me!"
>You are rescued.
>"Good, you will go far during my rise to power."

You are now free.

The door to the room has been left open ajar, allowing you to easily leave.
Alternatively, you can stay where you are and plot for whoever may enter next.

Are you Frank? You're late.

Offer the visitor your undying friendship in exchange for getting unstuck

The creature refuses to budge.

>Awaken the kitty's true power, opening their sleeping mind and suppressed memories.
>Prepare to SKEDADDLE.

> Did you lose your real body too, squirrel creature?

>Offer your minion riches and power untold, beyond its wildest imagination, for its continued assistance.

>Offer a mumbled apology.

>offer the cat the chance to be your vassal

extend hand, flip self over

>Offer a mumbled apology.

extend hand, flip self over

> Did you lose your real body too, squirrel creature?

The creature replies with a blank stare.
You wonder if it actually understands you.

>offer the cat the chance to be your vassal

>Offer your minion riches and power untold, beyond its wildest imagination, for its continued assistance.

The creature is not impressed.

>Awaken the kitty's true power, opening their sleeping mind and suppressed memories.
>Prepare to SKEDADDLE.

You call the creature to awaken.



...



Another exit has appeared.

You hear footsteps quickly approaching from outside.

>"Once more unto the breach, dear friends." Dash back through, with feeling this time.

>Fling yourself into the hole without any regard for personal well-being.