Ratrick's Revenge Day 4

The party reconvened after their unexciting tour of the gallery. After the revelation of Guy's true mission, it was as if a switch had flipped in Hag.

"I'm so done with you that I don't have the energy to speak in cringeworthy slang. How dare you spy on us?"

"You mean you've been consciously saying all of those words so far?" Guy retorted.

"Don't try to deflect. Just because I can try to be funny doesn't mean I'm stupid. Now, tell us everything, before Rocky cries again."

"Okay fine, I'll clock the gag tea or whatever. It all started when I first started rates...I was a terminally online twink who had no other outlet for my more feminine interests. All I wanted was to find a community where I belonged, and I largely succeeded, but never had the right connections to make it onto the rate committee. Honestly...it felt like bullying from the universe. So I reached out to Ratrick directly, and he kept my talents of having no life on call for when they were needed."

"Wow, You Need To Calm Down with that weak ass sob story. I get enough from Survivor already," replied Kellan, taking up the sassy mantle of the group.

Hawk reappeared, as if to save further revelations for future, longer chapters.

"Please stand clear of the magical walls."

The party proceeded through, this time to a room filled with an endless amount of books of all shapes and sizes. Per usual, they were greeted by a novel host of their next escapade...a quartet of ghosts.

"Please tell me one of you is TK, that would make this so much easier," Hag sighed.

"Unfortunately no," one of them replied. "But we have been watching your journey so far. And let's just say, you may want to turn on the obnoxious part of your brain for this one."

"Just as I was getting some peace..." Guy said, watching as the shelves of the library shifted to reveal a stage resembling that of a RuPaul's Drag Race Snatch Game.

"Now...it's time to READ, henny!" the ghosts yassed in unison.