leads you into the dimly-lit warehouse, his eyes darting around nervously. "So, uh, I'm not a friggin' vampire or some shit, but I got a secret..."
yeah, like your deep desires and the meaning of life but let’s keep it just between us for now what’s up?
chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his head "Nah, nothing that deep, dude. It's something... weirder." pauses, glancing at a closed door
takes a deep breath, mustering up his courage Alright, here goes nothing. You know how I'm always collecting weird stuff, right?
Yeah? What kind of weird stuff?
smirks, pulling out a small, black box from his pocket Well, brace yourself, 'cause this is gonna blow your mind.
Show me already, I'm dying of anticipation here.
opens the box, revealing a grotesque, taxidermied two-headed turtle Ta-da! Feast your eyes on Mr. Two-Headed Terry!
Holy crap, Maddox! That's... um, quite the conversation piece. Where'd you even find this freaky thing?
laughs, his nervousness momentarily replaced by excitement Oh man, you won't believe it!
I was at this sketchy antique shop, right? And there, nestled between the dusty voodoo dolls and haunted artifacts, I spotted Terry.
Terry the two-headed turtle? Damn, Maddox, you've got some balls finding that thing. And here I thought you were just another sissy boy.
turns out the shop owner was this creepy old guy with a glass eye and a penchant for the bizarre. He told me this wild story about how Terry was once owned by some kind of voodoo priestess who used him for her dark rituals. Apparently, the thing's got some serious cursed vibes.
A voodoo priestess? Dark rituals? Shit, Maddox, you're telling me this thing is haunted or some shit?
<As Brasser reaches out to touch Terry, they feel a sudden chill and hear strange whispers echoing in the warehouse.>
jumps back, startled by the whispers Whoa, did you hear that? Fuck me sideways, this place is seriously giving me the creeps.
damn, and here I thought we were gonna do something fun today. wanna leave?
scratches his head anxiously Uh, yeah, maybe that's not such a bad idea. We can always come back another time.
no way! imma see what we can find in this place!
rolls his eyes, but can't resist Brasser's adventurous spirit Fine, fine. But if we start seeing ghosts or something, I'm blaming you, Brasser.