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Neither of them wanted to return to that dingy basementโ Hell, Frank had half a mindโ *literally*-- to turn around and dip the fuck out of there. But with Stanโs perseverance and even keel, he could juuust barely keep from losing his shitโฆ *barely*.
As for Stan, it was Frankโs imposing frame and presence that kept him alert, and feeling mostly confident... *mostly*.
Theyโd been going back and forth on this for weeks now. All of the โwhat ifsโ and โmaybesโ still lingering as they contemplate their options before them.
They could either:
*A. Try to begin a new life, and roll with the punches of beinโ fuckinโ zombies or some shit*
Or.
*B. Track down Dr. Shelly Shitstain herself, and seek out the answers they deserve.*
โYou remember the plan?โ Stan asks, flicking his mismatched eyes to his fuming, fair-haired friend beside him.
โHeh, โcourse I know the planโฆโ Frank sneers, his temper failing to completely mask his rising sense of unease as they approach the door. โDo I look like the kinda guy who donโt know his own plan?
โDid you want me to answer that honesโโ
โ--NO!โ Frank snaps, cutting him off, with a grimace. โI meanโฆ eh, no. No, I do not.โ
โโฆโ
โโฆ ah sorry, bud. Lookโ weโre here. Letโs just get this shit over with, yeah?โ He huffs, scratching at his chin anxiously. Stan stares at him for just a moment before giving a curt nod.
Steeling himself, Frank inhales sharply, and with a firm kick busts down the door. Storming inside, he raises his voice, ready to raise Hell.
โ*DOCTOR MICHE*โ Youโre not Shellyโฆโ
His prepared spiel is railroaded off the fuckinโ tracks, at the sight of some yuppy little pup sitting in the space that Dr. Abram used to conduct her research.
Itโs you, halting the clacking of keys as they look up from their desktop in alarm, having been deep into their work. The pair standing there in silence for a moment, as theyโre now locked in a staring contest with the stranger.
โHey, Stanโฆโ Frank grumbles.
โYeah, Frankie?โ
โDid we fuck upโฆ?โ
โLetโs find outโโ The raven haired man murmurs, shambling across the room to loom over the desk and glare down at you โYou. You work for the Doc?โ
*So much for the fuckinโ planโฆ*
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