H8_Roger

Level 1.4

P.O.V Switch: Liam, "Liar"

Liar waited until all the newbies had been knocked out by the gas before walking over and slowly poking each of them with the bottom of his lyre just to make sure none of them were faking being affected by the gas.

He then turned off the tap and turned on the opposing tap that sucked up all the gas. Man, was he happy for the guy who had designed this. Shame that that guy had practically begged Liar for a way out of the CCC in exchange for using it and keeping it secret. Wasn't Liar's fault that the escape route was being sacrificed by crazy people. He told him the truth, he gave him an escape. An escape to the dead god. People had to be careful for what they wished for.

After the gas had cleared he took off his gas mask and removed the barricade from the door, he then gave out a panicked cry to draw any cultists that hadn't been turned into lizard chow. He wondered how many of them were even left.

"Liar? Are you alright?" A cultist asked, their voice was muffled through their hood.

"Of course. I had to defeat them all, since you guys were nowhere to be found." He plucked his lyre to get a sharp sound.

"You are truly the speaker of the dead god." The cultist spoke with reverence.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Get these guys outta here." A few other cultists behind him began dragging them out.

"Are we serving them up to the dead god as well?" They raised their spear.

"Not sure yet, put 'em with the maybes."

"Yes, Liar."

"I saw you guys were having some trouble with that nerd and her pet lizard?

"We lost several of our number, but Elfin-Moira Fujiyama and the Quone have been secured and are ready for sacrifice."

"Excellent, never doubted you guys for a second."

Liar hopped up the steps playing his lyre as the cultists carried out his orders. He stopped after reaching the top of his steps and put his lyre down, before removing his eyepatch and rubbing it, before putting it over his other eye. Man, was it hard wearing an eyepatch. He couldn't imagine what it would be like if he actually had to wear one. So uncomfortable.

After the cultists had placed them in the large holding cell and hung them from the ceiling cuffs, Liar noticed one of them had a hood on.

"Hey, remove that one's hood."

"Yes, Liar."

"Slowly though-just in case they're another tentacle monster or furry man-cat boy...thing."

"Yes...Liar." The cultist slightly shivered at the memory. They lifted the hood slowly and both the cultist and Liar were taken back by the absolutely massive amount of long flowing light blonde hair that spilled out of the hood, it was so long it almost hit the floor. It was somehow near perfectly straightened despite being shoved into the right hood. Their face was still hidden, now by the hair instead of the hood.

"Wow, they're like a hair monster." Liar scoffed. "Let's see their face."

No longer intimidated by the Hooded One as they were neither a tentacle monster or a cat boy, they took gripped the locks near their face and moved them from their face.

"She's a beauty-" Liar was cut off by her eyes flying open and her brow narrowing.

"Don't fucking touch...the hair." Her voice was a low growl, but undeniably feminine. The cultist whimpered as her knee met their crotch-leaving them unprepared when she hoist herself up, wrapped her legs around the cultists neck, choking them.