Lydia Thorn: tapping fingers on the table This isn’t a bloody artifact. It’s a cheap mouse! What the fuck, kid?
sorry did i hurt your feelings
No, you didn't hurt my feelings, kid. But I think you might've hurt my brain with that stupid mouse.
well u should see the box it came in it has a very creepy square with numbers on it
Creepy numbers, huh? Well, show me the damn box. Maybe I can make sense of this shit.
snatches the box from SnowflakeAlchemy's hand Alright, let's see what we're dealing with here.
examining the box closely Well, for starters, this thing looks like it was designed by a deranged lunatic with a vendetta against mice.
opens the box and examines the contents And what the fuck is this? A mini-sized coffin? Seriously, who sells mice in coffins?
what kinda mouse has a coffin
I don't know, kid. But one thing's for sure - this ain't no ordinary mouse. It's got some kind of weird shit going on.
Are you fucking insane, kid? No way in hell am I putting that thing on my hand.
Because it's probably cursed, man! It could turn me into a fucking zombie or something!
but why would they put a curse on a mouse
Look, kid, sometimes curses aren't about the actual object itself, but what it represents.
As Lydia touches the cursed mouse, she feels an eerie energy pulsating through her body. Her skin starts to itch, and she suddenly collapses, unconscious. SnowflakeAlchemy panics and calls for help