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"Hey, I've seen some of the games you played. Slots has more interaction than some of them," Guy retorted. "Like that Hungry Hungry Hippos Arcade version. I don't even want to know how long it took you to get to the top of that, since all you did was mash that lever."

"As for how I got here... Dude. Dude." Guy jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "There's a door right over there, dumbass. What do you think?"

As he commented on the suit, Guy shrugged. "He-Man violated some of the rules here. 'course the zipper's broken and we don't have a way to get me out, so I'm stuck wearing this over. But." He stood up and turned. "Does my butt look lumpy? Lease told me it does and I don't want to be known as Lumpy a** Guy. I don't want to be known as Lumpy a** Guy."

Guy turned and leaned over the table, trying to get close to 888 as he lowered his voice. "But more importantly: --"

He stopped as the waiter came in. "Of course. Please prepare it... Special."

Guy avoided looking at 888 as he reached out, picking up his wine glass. "Listen --"

His words were cut short again as they were joined. The wine glass in his had began to shake, the liquid spilling as it was none too gently slammed onto the table.

Guy took a deep breath as he stood up. "Please inform the chef that today is a very, very special day. It is the birthday of our... honored guest." He scowled at Jeff as he spoke. "I would also like to have him a bit more... lively for the occasion. Today is, after all, his special day."

"Of course sir," The waiter replied smoothly with a bow before disappearing. She returned shortly with another member of staff holding several thick leather belts. These belts were swiftly applied to Jeff, binding him to his seat across his chest, arms, and legs. As soon as these were applied the waitress smoothly slid a needle into his arm and injected something, however the IV drip was left in place.

"Right. How silly of me." The insincere monotone was heavy in his voice this time.

"'The usual'? We've never been able to make it to this place from where we were until now." 888 had immediately gripped the handle of PVC pipe under the table, as if for reassurance. Warning bells were going off in his head, the meal preparations seemed to go on for agonizingly long and all he could do was sit there and sweat underneath the mask. The room was too big, and cluttered, with huge long tables everywhere. But he had to get out of this place, and he had to get out now. "You're one of them."

It was when they wheeled in the other guest that 888 jumped immediately to his feet, sending his chair clattering. He was still holding the pipe like the weapon it was. Jeff was - something was wrong with Jeff - Red 7 hadn't been lying. And everything he thought he knew about Guy had been dead wrong.

He should never have left the Mall Rats alone in this place.

"Jeff? What the hell, Jeff? Can you hear me? What did you - Guy, what kind of sick game is this supposed to-" he started to ask, until another Mall Rat made her surprise entrance.

She was in danger. 888 made the mistake of looking away from Guy. He'd never yelled at a Mall Rat before. It was probably impossible to even imagine 888 was capable of yelling. "RITSA, GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!"

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"Calm down!" Guy snapped as 888 stood up. He didn't budge as Ritsa suddenly came in, nor did he flinch as 888 yelled. "If you would both shut up and give me a chance to speak --"

He stopped, watching as Jeff began to show signs of recovering. "You. You. Do you have any ******** idea what you've done? It's all your ******** fault! It was never supposed to be like this!" Guy raised his hand, fist shaking. With a cry of anguish he turned, slamming his fist down onto the table and knocking his wine glass over.

"... Another glass of wine, please."

Stopping just beyond the door Ritsa took a double take towards eights.
This was the first time she had ever heard emotion in his voice let alone that volume. Clenching her jaw Ritsa took a step back and hesitated at the site before her. This wasn't right, this couldn't be right, was someone playing a horrible trick on her? Had she eaten something moldy and ended up with horrible hallucinations? She knew that mall food was bad stuff. She heard the hostess clearly and leveled her with a daggered gaze. "I'm with Eights obviously, you twisted piece of -"

Now wasn't the time to be worrying about the hostess. "But you and Jeff have to come back with me! We need you guys!" Ritsa shouted back just as stubbornly. Balling her hands into fists, as if the act itself would give her more courage. Though it was completely useless, her body felt like it was roasting in the sun. And her hands vibrated with the adrenaline in her system. Taking two more steps forward Ritsa held up the bar of chocolate. It was a little warm and rather melted on the edge where she had been holding onto it. "You're even worse than the infected. Worse than the bandits that raided us and killed Becca. Haven't we suffered enough now you want to take Jeff from us too!? What did he ever possibly do to you?"

She took another step forward, moving around a table. She could hear faint sounds coming from the radio in her pocket. It almost sounded like Lissa and G-man. It gave her a little courage, throwing the chocolate as hard as she could Ritsa aimed for Guy. "Here's your damn chocolate! People trusted you Guy! How could you- What are you?"

A suddenly loud scream erupted from Ritsa as she bolted forward. She hadn't noticed the knife being drawn until it had severed Jeff's ear from his head. Pausing again in hesitation, her trembling only seemed to increase. She wished she had some kind of weapon to use against Guy right now. Clearly he was the one in charge of all this.

Struggling against her own bells in her head Ritsa moved towards Eights. "Together. We can't survive alone we need to do this together!" Ritsa ignored any of the other occupants who were probably still enjoying their cannibalistic dinner. She had to get Jeff out of those binds. Moving around table after table until she was close enough. Reaching out she tried to free Jeff from his binding.

"Jesus christ, Guy, how could this possibly be my ******** fault--"

Jeff's head whipped around, visibly paling as the chef, quite literally, got a piece of Jeff all for himself, letting out a shocked gurgle of pain.

"Ritsa, honey, Ritsa-- listen to me. G, you too--" Jeff wheezed, pleading, his eyes wide and wild both, a trickle of blood sliding down his neck, sticky and red, sanguine.

A mark of his mortality. His weakness. His fallibility.

Perhaps this was what it meant to be good-hearted at the end of the world, a payment extracted for giving a list of people to Genevieve Sette O'Leary, for saving others before himself. "Hey, listen. Please, you need to go."

He was clearly in shock, and still freely bleeding, every muscle in his whole body tensed, his jaw clenched in pain.

Guy was acting strangely, not strangely in the evil sense and her own bells rang out. None of this made any proper sense. Guy seemed almost panicked, as if he too were some victim in all this and she had to take a double look towards Jeff. What had he done that Guy was trying to say. There was clearly something that he was trying to say without the listening ears of the waitress. Her mind was so busy trying to put piece after piece together that it wasn't until Guy had taken hold of her upper arm that she let out a whimpering sound and stared him in the face.

Her body trembled with fear as her eyes moved from the dressed up He-Man to the axe. Would she sacrifice herself for Jeff? The main course was getting cold!? As his grip tightened Ritsa let out a yelp of pain and tried to hold back the pooling tears in her eyes. "What did he do that could cause this? He's the one who managed to get quite a few of us out of this mess." She whispered.

Her eyes quickly flashed towards the waitress. "Look I told you I'm here with Eights, I have a very finicky stomach and would like some sprite to go with it. If you would please." Ritsa had heard G-man and while she was trying to stall the warning that this had to move quickly pricked at the back of her mind. "You better come clean now you two!" Ritsa muttered with feigned bravado. She was shaking, terrified of dying, terrified of the entire situation. There were too many unanswered questions. What was the main course, what had Jeff done. And who was REALLY behind all this.

"Let me at least take a seat."

"You know nothing. Nothing. It's too late. My words to you are worthless." Guy said softly. "It's too late for me, isn't it? You at least have a chance." As she trembled the machete in his hand jerked forward then back, trembling before he flung her arm away from him. "Back," he ordered. He gestured with the machete. "Other side of the table. Sit. Or run. It would be better for you if you got out while you can. This isn't you seat, Ritsa. Ates wanted privacy which we're infringing on. Sorry Ates. I thought you should have known about the way out, just in case I don't make it. But it's too late for that, isn't it?"

Guy lazily glanced towards 888. "What I want? What I wanted was to talk. But you. But you and her and him -- you've all made up your minds, haven't you? It's too late. Sorry."

The man tilted his head to one side, gaze settling on the G-Man. "Hey. You. It doesn't work like that." He forced a smile. "You paid for your seat. You paid to eat. You can't ask for him raw. The only thing they'll do is send him back to the kitchen."

"Unless... Unless you can pay the participant fee of this worthless flesh...?"

Jeff told them to leave. Tripsue clearly wanted to leave. Guy was acting like some kind of lunatic and had also told them to leave, or stay, but he really seemed to imply that their best interests lay in leaving. For not the first find, G-Man swallowed, audibly, trying his best not to start freaking out, not to let how upsetting all of this was show.

"H-hey now! Easy!" He took a step forward when Guy drew the machete. "Easy, dawg. Ain't no reason to do this!" He got closer to Ritsa still, then. "Jus calm down. We can go, we will go." He gave Ritsa a hard look at this.

"We jus....Wait, what? What's his fe----" He had begun to ask for the price that they would need to pay, but stopped when Guy reached for the plate, eyes widening when he grabbed the ear, and then....

"Oh my ******** God! Holy ******** s**t! Dude...Dude, that's just.." His expression horrified, he cringed away, hand going to Ritsa's arm in an attempt to pull her with him, away from Guy who, for all intents and purposes, appeared to have gone insane.

His stomach was roiling again, and he wanted nothing more than to leave before things got worse. But how could he? How could he leave Jeff here? And what the hell was Guy doing? Was he actually one of them, one of the casino folk, or was it some kind of act, some kind of scheme meant to help them? It was all too confusing.

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