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[ Sinclair nods, getting up. The tension is visible in his shoulders, and he glances around. Haunted.]

'Heavenly Unlimited Metal Doll.' I went before but never figured out what the dungeon effect was.

[ Sinclair doesn't look like he's doing well... Michel wonders, briefly, if the dungeon is really a good idea. But he has plenty of potions and food in his inventory, and maybe the distraction will help disperse a little of Sinclair's tension first.

He half reaches for his shoulder, but he doesn't know how to offer a hug that readily, so he just pats him instead. ]

We can work on rebuilding Mithrun's list. ...Did something happen?

... nothing happened. Not here.

[He says, his voice blank and dull. He allows the touch, but he doesn't react beyond a glance. He's thankful regardless.]

Let's go.

[And into the dungeon they go. ]

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[ "Not here." As for what's happening outside... he really doesn't have any guesses. Frowning, he follows after Sinclair, readying his weapon.

An ordinary dungeon run shouldn't present any problems as a distraction. At least when it loads in, it isn't a volcanic wasteland. In fact, it's...

...? ]

Was this how it seemed last time...?

[ Is it just him being on edge? Hm. ]

[ Perhaps for those familiar with the keywords, the combination would have landed them in a meadow dungeon with a forest at the heart of the area. However, this is definitely not a forest. They're on a dirt paved road and there's only one, making it clear as to where they should go. The sky is dark with a blood red moon up above and it seems bigger than how you'd normally imagine it to be.

For Sinclair, the path is so very familiar. He's been there not too long ago, going through the alleys for a shortcut and all.

Monsters with the Cadet Valkyrie and Temple Knights monster IDs disguised as humans in heavy white armor lurk on the property. They're armed with spears, shovels, and large mallets. There are deep holes dug in places where they shouldn't be, next to headstones with very familiar names to Sinclair.

Welcome to the Sinclair Estate. ]

This is...this is--

[Sinclair's breathing goes rapid, eyes dilating as he looks around, wild with fear. He sprints forward, down the dirt path, confirming what he had been fearing]

Why is my home here?!

[ His scream calls over one of the--knights? A human like creature. No, not human, the id. But his hands shake so much that when the first blow comes, he's not prepared at all]

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[ So, it isn't just his own unease. And it isn't just that it's a dungeon type he's never seen before. It's strange how natural it feels in this artificial world for his sword to be close to hand, or how reassuring that sensation is. ]

We should go back. A glitched area could be—

[ Dangerous, is obvious. But there's no time to finish stating that much when the... monsters? The foes here, human or otherwise, are already closing in. Michel lunges quickly to block in Sinclair's place (17!!), trying to shoulder him back until he can get himself together. ]

Sinclair!

[ The worse Sinclair's mental state gets, the worse the dungeon gets as well. A certain whistle is heard, providing backup to the enemies. More of these "monsters" gather in those heavy white armor.

Michel successfully blocks the attack, but another one swings their mallet at him and another attempts to bludgeon Sinclair with the flat end of the shovel.

The graves were supposed to be untouched, but this... they're dug up. They're empty.

Where are their bodies, Sinclair?

Where are th▓▓▓▓▓▓ ]

Ah. Aah...

[ Sinclair brings up his pole arm to protect himself (16), meeting the shovel with a clash of screeching metal

but he doesn't notice anything but the empty graves.

He can't even thank Michel]

My family...all of them...WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THEIR BODIES?

[ He lurches forward, bringing his pole arm down viciously over a temple Knight's head, cracking through the armor in one vicious blow. Blood stains his already blood-stained white clothes, deepening the red]

Come to your senses! These are just monsters. They can't tell you anything.

[ Anything Sinclair doesn't already know. Is that what this is? A reflection very like the mirrors?

There's no space to talk about it now with the enemies swarming them. Michel cuts through what he can, positioning himself to cover for any gaps in Sinclair's guard. Just how many of them are going to keep coming? ]

They'll know enough!

[ Sinclair shouts, rage tearing through him as he smashes his pole arm through another monster (16). It whistles and it seems to bring more down. Sinclair doesn't care. He's relentless]

Get out of my way-- Kromer, I'll rip you from limb to limb

[ The "monsters" are slaughtered with Sinclair and Michel's teamwork. As Michel points out, none of them answer Sinclair's questions either. Even though these "monsters" seem like real humans, their death doesn't erase their corpse either. They stay. They don't turn into monster meat or anything. A human corpse is left in the wake of their violence.

When the wave is finally over, they can finally catch a breath. It seems the path would lead the two inside the house. There is a trail of blood that accompanies it, along with a bigger splatter at the front doorstep. The door is closed, but unlocked. Do one of them dare to open it when they're ready? ]

[ It's easy to lose himself in the mindless violence of a game and the necessity of the moment. He can't allow Sinclair to be hurt, knowing what the consequences are now... But Michel covers his mouth as he looks down at the bodies, his expression perturbed, edging towards illness.

It feels too real now. He didn't want to know what something like this feels like. He wants to wash the sensation of it from his hands. ]

Nothing good is waiting for you here. Go back to the gate with me, and tell me what happened.

[ If Sinclair plows ahead, as he expects he will, Michel will follow. But he wants — no, he needs to make one last appeal, before they're truly in over their heads. ]

... Don't try to talk me out of this.

[ He's panting now, sick with regret and fury. But if all those people were the ones helping Kromer, then he didn't care anymore. He'd tear them all apart, bash their heads against the ground until ----.

Like plump little promegenates, he'd scatter their insides until -----.]

My family. They were already buried and she wouldn't leave them alone. Me. She's going to keep coming, she'll keep coming and now--

[ Mithrun didn't have to wait for Sinclair to return to reality. They were all here. Waiting for Sinclair. He marches forward, his polearm slick with blood dripping down the blade. He tests the door first]

If this world is doing this, I'll rip apart whoever is behind it too.

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[ It's as if with that last declaration, the dungeon pulses once, making the two feel it. Something is beyond the door. It opens easily, showing a huge person there with similar heavy white armor who's holding a hammer. There's something different about this one though. Perhaps it's a miniboss. They raise their big hammer and brings it down onto Sinclair. They will decidedly deal with Winter after. But before the hammer is fully brought down, there's a scream coming from inside the house:

"Run, Emil!!"

It sounds like his sister. ]

[ Michel remembers more vividly than he would have expected; a hammer, and blood, and that same voice saying the same words. He doesn't need that to galvanize him. He knows what a true older brother would do here.

He moves as fast as he can to try to knock Sinclair out of the way, half-lifting his sword to block. He won't try to talk Sinclair out of this anymore. But maybe Sinclair will listen to the other voice this time, the way he had in the past. ]

[He freezes. That voice could always bring him up short. Again, again - he doesn't expected Michel moving in to take that blow. Sinclair goes staggering despite the weight of his class, and he freezes, eyes wide with horror]

Michel...?

[ Why was Michel? Why...? His expression twists with horror as the hammer swings down and he forces himself to move, raising his polearm instinctively to deliver a blow that armored person's side. Her...]

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[ The hammer comes down with heavy force, so hopefully Michel can block it with the half-lifted sword. The polearm is successful in delivering a blow to the person's side, but they don't even flinch. The armor doesn't even have a dent in it.

Hey, what level are these "monsters" again...? If Sinclair thought he was too helpless against them, of course they would be stronger than him, right? Does he still think that? Sinclair better get some sort of boost in confidence so that they won't get out of this with heavy injuries.

Beatrice, Sinclair's sister manages to come down the stairs and grabs at the huge armored person.

"Get away from them!" She cries out desperately, hitting the person's back and to the other two: "Run! Hurry!" ]

[ Michel blocks with surprising deftness — it must be the adrenaline now, but his grip on his sword doesn't even slip when he shoves back against the boss and steps clear of its range. ]

Emil! Go, now!

[ It doesn't feel right to leave Beatrice here... But he has to remind himself that this isn't real. It's a construct of the game, a repeat of events that have already happened. Faltering here won't help a girl already gone, but it could hurt Sinclair, who still lives. Michel reaches for Sinclair's arm to try to yank him away, back, towards the exit. He's no longer trying to persuade. ]

[ Something rises up in Sinclair's throat. A scream? He doesn't know. But he's angry, cold with fury. He doesn't believe he's weaker than these monsters. He knows he's stronger now]

I'm not running away!

[ He pulls himself free of that grip, swinging in with his polearm at the armored man's head. This is his chance]

Beatrice!

[ Sinclair knows that he's stronger than these monsters and that is the key. When Sinclair swings his polearm at the armored man's head, the helmet, it cleaves in two like a hot knife through butter. Perhaps Sinclair went too hard on the swing because they go so cleanly split down, cutting the armored man in half when the earlier attack couldn't even make a dent in his armor. The armored man's level? 10.

And it's a shame that Beatrice clung onto the armored man so tightly in an attempt to hold him back because she gets caught in the swing and is also cleaved in two herself. She crumples first. ]

[ Ah.

He'd been afraid for Sinclair. But even his fears hadn't encompassed the range of possibilities. Michel jerks his gaze away from the welter of gore for a moment, fighting down the rising sense of illness and the tinge of real anger.

This isn't real. The consequences could be very real, but none of this is real. ]

Don't look. This isn't real. It isn't running away. Why won't you hear me?!

[ His weapon slips from numb fingers, clattering to the ground. He sinks to his knees shortly after too, his head spinning]

But it's all...it looks so...aah...nonononono--

[ He leans over and begins to gag, throwing up on the spot]

[ 🎵 BGM: Between Two Worlds

Perhaps a soft chorus can be heard in the distance, very faint. It sings of the passing of the two bodies before them, but there will soon be more. The armored man finally crumples, its split halves and injured organs spilling everywhere. It's a shame, because all that only covers some of Beatrice's corpse, also cleanly split in two with messes of organs and gore on the floor.

Yet, the dungeon still isn't over.

Beyond the living room, two more bodies roll down the stairs. There's a hideous cracking noise as one of them makes impact onto the floor. The other, reaches her hand out.

"E...mil..."

It's his mother. His father's neck had long since snapped on the way down, unable to send off his son before his untimely demise.

But even the mother is soon silenced, with a long stake that is driven through both parents. Together in love. Together in death. And of course, the stakedriver, is her.

"Sinclair~ Merry Christmas!"

She can't hold back her cackling, bursting out in manic laughter in the middle of her sentence.

"You're late! I was waiting for you for soooo long!" ]

[ Each new horrible sound, sight, makes Michel flinch anew. Snapping bone, the squelching sound of pierced flesh. His stomach roils, but the desperate mantra in his head grounds him as much as he can hope for. It's not real.

At least for him, it isn't real. Only Sinclair is. Michel reaches for his shoulder to tug him back, hoping to jolt him back with touch where words have so plainly already failed. ]

Listen to my voice. Remember where you are. There's no meaning to fighting her here. Go!

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