The lights go off for a second time, plunging the entire laboratory into darkness. It's hard to tell where the skittering sound is coming from - the noise seems to reverberate from every wall, each echo more distorted than the last. But then another sound pierces through the darkness, one far less difficult to pinpoint - there, a a dozen or so yards ahead of him, Stan will be able to hear the tell-tale signs of a struggle.
Something clatters to the ground, something hard and metal. It skids across the ground towards Stan, before skidding to a stop a few feet away.
Then, as soon as they shut off, the lights come back on with blinding force. A short ways away from Stan's feet, he'll see a handgun. Further than that, at six or so yards, he'll find something even more alarming -
His brother, two of him, both wearing matching expressions of distress.
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"Well, if you insist!"
The lights go off for a second time, plunging the entire laboratory into darkness. It's hard to tell where the skittering sound is coming from - the noise seems to reverberate from every wall, each echo more distorted than the last. But then another sound pierces through the darkness, one far less difficult to pinpoint - there, a a dozen or so yards ahead of him, Stan will be able to hear the tell-tale signs of a struggle.
Something clatters to the ground, something hard and metal. It skids across the ground towards Stan, before skidding to a stop a few feet away.
Then, as soon as they shut off, the lights come back on with blinding force. A short ways away from Stan's feet, he'll see a handgun. Further than that, at six or so yards, he'll find something even more alarming -
His brother, two of him, both wearing matching expressions of distress.
"Stanley, I--"
"Stan, don't listen to it, that's not me!"