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The Threshicutioner grimly-as if he thought he was in some sort of cop show-pulled Eridan away. He gestured for THE REST OF THE THRESHICUTIONERS to follow him-sort of weird, because he was a rookie. Rumor had it that as soon as the job was available, he literally ran 10 minutes. In the burning sun. Uphill. Both ways.

Okay, maybe this rumor wasn't very accurate, but after that show, the rest of the POLICE FORCE would follow him. That is, they would, except for the OTHER psycho pointing the big guns. After gesturing in a hardboiled manner for almost 15 seconds, the threshicutioner scowled even deeper, And pulled the psycho with the gun out of the alley by himself.

==> Highblood Feferi: Follow.

"WAIT!! ------ERIDAN!!"

You are blissfully unaware on how this trouble will reflect back on you, and how easily it is for someone with such magenta blood to be culled, so it doesn't stop you from yelling out the name of your friend. You follow the crowd of threshicutioners, despite being roughly shoved to the side more than once.

==> Lowblood Feferi: Cringe

Ow! Hey! Didn't she know that YOU would be the one blamed for that! You don't want to be associated with the crazy. Except for the fact you do. But not THAT one. The REAL one. As she shoves past, you grab her arm. She tries pulling away again, until you grab one of her fins. You know you hate when someone grabs your fins! You're guessing she's the same way.

")(---EY! Wait up a second!"