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[aunter]

R E D > You enter the door and find yourself in a glass box, suspended in the sky. Bright blue skies, white fluffy clouds, even birds pass by in the air around you. One look down and you see grass fields and sprawling lakes as far as the eye can see. Some wild horses running across the fields, some cows, just exactly what you'd expect. It's idyllic as fuck. Then the words appear:

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[lost_first]

Then push me.

[ He's still got the knife in his hand, the edge darkened by his blood, a few drips falling off of his arm.]

[aunter]

hi you were on the right track
so close!
you need to go deeper 😔

[wheatcake]

[Six... twelve...]

It wants our fingers or our hands. Give me the knife, man.

[lost_first]

Don't jump to conclusions.

[ He stares at the sky around them for a moment. ]

It's more fun if we hurt ourselves more than we have to.

[ So he'll start pressing hard on the first of the wounds; it's his hook arm, the less important of the two.

Starts sawing a little.]

[wheatcake]

You're literally cutting yourself open! Who's jumping to conclusions?

[But he can't stop him.]

C'mon, elevate the arm, and lie down so you don't faint of bloodloss. I'll tie it up tight. If we're going to do something stupid, we're going to do it together.

[lost_first]

Aren't you seeing the words?

"You have to go deeper." So I am.

[ He looks out again, to the sky, and then to Spider-man as he elevates it as asked. He knows it's the best plan the same way Peter does; plenty of injuries suffered over the years, and even more caring for others.

He also moves onto the next wound.]

They feed on blood. Blood and pain and despair.

You feed them as little as you can manage.

[wheatcake]

I know. But if it gets infected or you bleed too much-- [He gets up a,d pulls one of the arms of his suit off, beginning to tie it around Hook's arm, lower from the wound. A tourniquet.] I was rash. I screwed up. We're not going to be impulsive again.

[lost_first]

[ He starts on the third, but he won't fight Peter, isn't trying to push him away. A tourniquet is not a bad idea.]

No. We can't afford it. And none of us can lose hands. Or feet. Or fingers.

[wheatcake]

We might have to, but... let's not jump into it, okay?

[lost_first]

[ He looks over at Peter.]

...I didn't cut my own hand off, you realize that, yes?

[ Which he says with a slightly wry smile, entirely gallows humor.

He's just finishing up the sixth line.]

Deeper or are you satisfied?

[wheatcake]

Was it not an aligato- oh, right, hey! Are you not entertained?

[aunter]

i don't really care if you cut yourself ☹️

[lost_first]

[ And true to his word, he pulls the knife away from his arm, placing it down on the table as he pulls a bandage from a pouch he keeps on his belt. He'd learned early that Peter liked to isolate people, see what they'd do when trapped, whether it was turn on each other or simply die slowly. So he kept some supplies, including a folded pat of herbal salve. He'll start applying it and wrapping his arm with a snarl up at the sky.]

Then perhaps you should make your hints more helpful, you damnable fiend!

[ While he's doing that, he looks to Peter.]

That means it was the walls. The knife with the walls. Or... perhaps with the die?

[wheatcake]

[One finger.] Try blood on the walls first. Just to rule out our options, and... available supplies.

[A moment of inspiration.]

Each name on a wall! In order of how they're listed, starting from the door-wall.

[lost_first]

[He offers his arm. ]

Go ahead. Take. No need to injure anyone else.

[wheatcake]

Yeah.

[Peter puts his hand on the open wound as gently as possible, before writing everyone's names in capital letters. The scene is gruesome when he's done. It matches how he feels.]

[aunter]

[ nope ]

[lost_first]

[ He’s has another idea. And that is when he pulls out the die... and puts it down with the three facing up. ]

[aunter]

that wasn't a roll 🙄

[lost_first]

[ Holding it, he rolls it along the table... and leaves it on the three again. ]

[aunter]

this feels like cheaaaaating 😒
peter should roll it

[lost_first]

This whole thing is a cheat! Tell us more and I roll it properly.

[aunter]

no

[lost_first]

You’re an arsehole.

[ And he rolls it proper with a wince as he sees it come up. ]