FINAL INVESTIGATION

[whimsicalism]

No one is dead today. Why would they when the end is so close? You can practically taste it (or is that your stomach?) as the final Friday dawns. It's time to get some answers.

The Storyteller isn't talking to anyone but it's a good guess to see where she went. There's one final door that hasn't been checked, after all.

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[ballooncaged]

[All of Mizuki's friends are here. She's almost overcome with relief that she hasn't lost yet another one - now they're going to see a completely different type of carnage. She breaks into a fast run. The ticking bomb is draped over the familiar yellow fabric between her thumb and index finger. She leaps at the end to make the toss midair, overhand throw be damned.]

THIS IS FOR EVERYONE YOU EVER SCARED!

[whimsicalism]

[The rusted door shakes at the force of the bomb before buckling completely. It flies backwards in the sudden blast. The area is opened up to... Wait, what is this?

Who is brave enough to walk in first?]

[imozon]

[There's a fine line between courage and stupidity, and walking into the maybe danger first is both the tendency of the youngest kid and the responsibility of the oldest kid, and somehow Dark Dream is all of those things so she'll go on.]

[whimsicalism]

[The entire area seems to be larger than the jungle you just left behind. In the distance a castle is settled in a place of honor. To the east is a marble library with the name I n v i d i a L i b r a r y carved in. To the west is... a desert? With sunken ruins?

Why does she live like this? You can't put your finger on it but there seems to be an aura of menace engulfing this entire area. You've truly entered the lair of one of the kings of Closetland.

It's time to end this.]

[octopups]

[Amdi is standing far back from the blast. Five of his eight are wearing night-black hooded heavy cloaks cinched across their backs, clearly a bit oversized for them. It's an outfit that no one except Nigel will have seen before.

As he moves, the cloaks seem to sparkle with gold and silver, little glimpses of the inscrutable weave of wires and electronics just under the outer fabric. One of his members has its hood pulled back, revealing an inner lining of soft, densely-woven material a little like the surface of a speaker.

Notably, these are the first clothes he's warn that don't have those small cutouts at the shoulders and haunches for his tympana; it's solid fabric all the way down his backs. Except for the fore-tympanum of the unhooded member, five of have their thought-emitting surfaces completely covered.

Once the explosion is over, all of Amdi trot purposefully up into the hallway to join everyone else.]