Henry moved back with no questions. Let's get back to work. Droplets flew into the fire and hissed like fat in a hot skillet. Falling would stop him, at least.
His face was now adripping black-red collage of features and blood. There was a crunch and the chattering sound was replaced by muffled squealing. Jonesy picked up the receiver and said, 'Hello?' Beaver's voice sent a sick and horrible chill down his back. Jonesy got the rest of the DUDDITS boxes, and saw that the next stack had also acquired scribbled grease-pencil labels.
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