The Sketch Survivors: The Enemy Among Us

Blasphemy

Goraxk, the third and final Insanity Sketch, was certainly one built from tension. Its landscape stretched flat like Xilling, cloaked with a shallow, foot-deep sheet of water that felt weighty on the legionnaires' boots. The skies, mostly cloudy, shone a steady, pale light on this infinitely flat world.

Irene had noticed a green and blue cloud that remained stagnant in the distance, which was obviously the site of the key. As they plodded along towards it, Thronost making especial use of his staff to remain mobile in the water, Irene turned to Soal to interrogate him. After all, she was still very much misinformed.

"Alright, first and foremost," she began. "Where is George?"

This immediately troubled Soal, but knowing that their relationship had fallen apart of recent, he was sure that the news would not be so alarming. "As soon as you slipped away in the Bedchambers, George got in a big fight with Gulley, and he forced us to leave him. From all we know, he's still fighting. We went to the next Sketch- Antilone, a rather uneventful Sketch if you ask me- in partial defeat. We used big geysers to get to space, where the key was, and as you woke up, we fought Watcher things for it. Got it?"

"Not George," Irene huffed. "I need to return and find him. Now."

"I'm so sorry, Irene," Soal drooped in regret. "But it's too risky. Besides, the Key is our priority. Freedom for the Un-Characters will be worth a George death. Even if I were his friend, which I am, sacrifice is necessary."

"Soal, you can't do this," Irene was wilting, and all the rest of the Legion, even the quiet Marsh, watched over her, shaking their heads and sighing. All but two.

Under the supervision of Thronost and Yuirus, the Lint Corp sisters, particularly Bridget, grumbled from their lowly standpoint among the legionnaires. "Commander," she seemed to have picked up some of the vocabulary used by the Revolutes, both a welcome sign and eerie evidence of the Polygmian suspicion that had been creeping over the Legion. "Commander, is it not blasphemy when you refer to your guide not by her proper title?"

"Is it not blasphemy when you don't shut up?" Emma scoffed, impatient of this dignified girl's speech.

"You are the ones here who will not 'shut up,'" Bridget's tone grew increasingly enraged. Soal recognized this as a "Tynee incident" in the works. He halted it before it could even begin.

"Quiet down, everyone," he calmed the Legion. "Let's not cause any chaos. Remember, if you can't think of anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." Gosh, I can't believe I have to point that out, Soal rolled his eyes as Emma and Bridget (with Heather) exchanged rivaling expressions.

And to think that this was the most that was on his mind when he entered Goraxk in the first place... well, that would be blasphemy in itself.