Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

ski lodge

heyyy it's aislynnlynx here, back at it again with another ski lodge- i have huge plans for this one. if i followed my og plans, it would have been the 4th book of TH3 MYST3RY but i feel like this is going to be the one...oooh, this is gonna be fun. i have a much more evil plotline for this...mwahahahha. 

anyways, let's get into it! im bored of writing this introduction already. *sigh*

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DAY 0: The Letters

Lunae Bellum wanders the halls in the secret base under MXXLIGHT Lake. It's been there since she was a child- a safety bunker for all the Rebels. 

It's her turn now. Her turn to take over, as the leader of the Rebels. 

Lunae reaches her office. She hesitates. 

She really does not feel like being shouted at by her council. 

But her hands twist the doorknob, and she walks in, looking very calm and composed. 

"Madame Bellum," says a French councilor, "How are you on this fine day?" 

"Very well, Monsieur Dubois. And how are you?" 

"Indeed very well, Madame Bellum. A note has come floating down from MXXLIGHT Lake. It was addressed to you and you only." 

Monsieur Dubois produces a thickly bound letter, with words in black ink scribbled on top. The ink is fading- it seems to be from a long time ago. 

Lunae nods curtly, and takes the letter from the French councilor's outstretched fingers. 

"Merci, Monsier Dubois. Council dismissed. I must read this note at the earliest time possible." 

The council slowly shuffles out the door, papers rustling and whispers being exchanged. Finally, the last person is out the door. 

Lunae walks towards the door and shuts it, pulling out a silver engraved key and locking it closed. She sighs, walks towards her chair, and plops down, placing the note in front of her. 

Lunae inspects the note before taking out a dagger she keeps close to her, and slits open the ribbon binding the paper together. She carefully unfolds the paper, and reads the note. 

She visibly turns pale. 

Lunae stands up and begins pacing around the room. Her hands begin shaking and her eyes are darting around. 

It's then that she gives up. 

She's taking in prisoners. 

She writes a note to the guards- take as many prisoners as possible, she'll deal with them later. Anywhere, anyhow, nobody cares. 

She sighs. 

The problem...is fixed. Hopefully. 

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What Way Would You Like To Die By

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