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gaia_crown [ JabberWhut STATS ]

HP: 15
BOSS HP REMAINING: 580
ATTACK: 5 + 10 (Alice) = 15
ATTACK TARGET: Boss
DEFENSE SELF: 0
DEFENSE TARGET: 0
HEALS SELF: 10
HEALS TARGET: 0
LUCK MULTIPLIER: 1 on none

gaia_crown [ JabberWhut STATS ]

HP: 15
BOSS HP REMAINING: 531
ATTACK: + 10 (Alice) = 10
ATTACK TARGET: Boss
DEFENSE SELF: 0
DEFENSE TARGET: 0
HEALS SELF: 5
HEALS TARGET: 0
LUCK MULTIPLIER: 1 on none

gaia_crown [ JabberWhut STATS ]

HP: 2
BOSS HP REMAINING: 446
ATTACK: 15 + 10 (Alice) = 25
ATTACK TARGET: Boss
DEFENSE SELF: 0
DEFENSE TARGET: 0
HEALS SELF: 0
HEALS TARGET: 0
LUCK MULTIPLIER: 1 on none

gaia_crown [ JabberWhut STATS ]

HP: 14
BOSS HP REMAINING: 425
ATTACK: 11 + 10 (Alice) = 21
ATTACK TARGET: Boss
DEFENSE SELF: 0
DEFENSE TARGET: 0
HEALS SELF: 0
HEALS TARGET: 0
LUCK MULTIPLIER: 1 on none

{sacrificing otoderpo to restore to full hp}

sweetm00n looked around at the rest of her teammates, and swallowed. Well this was it, the final frontier. The moment where she would discover if she was able to live up to all her promises to herself and others, and support everyone, keep her promises, and be the reliable one. She hoped she would be, because the alternate just didn't bear thinking about. This really was the hardest boss in the game, no doubt. She was aware that the raids could be weary and time consuming, but at least in them there was safety in numbers, everyone drawing their abilities and able to fight to their maximum, with nice comfy hp pools. Here it was two strikes and you're out.

She stared up at the boss, and compared it in her head to the jabberwock. There was a fear of both, but the other had been a blind panic to get as far away from it as possible. This one was a calculating fear, the fear of falling not because of a monstrous shadow chasing you, or an unknown glitch, or even a mad AI bent on sucking your memories out of your body and putting them into slavishly obedient puppets, but a fear of failure. And when it got down to it, that was the most painful fear of all. Or at least, to sweetm00n it was. The fear of disappointing others, of being let down by someone or someones you trusted to carry you and back you up. She could feel the sweat on her brow, and remembered her childhood.

When she had been 7, she had been given her first big responsibility. Feeding the minipets. Her father patiently had taught her what food to give to each, how much (in small child handfuls) to put in the bowls, and where to place the bowls so that all the households minis wouldn't run around rampantly stealing each other's foods. It had actually started slow, with him only giving her one bowl to take responsibility for, then another, until she was in charge of all 13 minis. They had sat together and made a daily chart that they could pin on the fridge, and she had decorated it with stickers. "I know you won't let me down" He had smiled and ruffled her head as he said it, and she had nearly exploded with pride, or at least felt that she would, and she could have sworn her feet had lifted off the ground. She had then taken this role on earnestly, each day going down the list and trudging around the house, dragging bags of pet food. It was a small but important part of the family, and it was hers to do. No one asked her if she had done it, no one double-checked after, they believed in her.

It had all run smoothly for around a month, and then disaster had struck. It honestly hadn't been that big of a problem, one of the bags of food had fallen over during the night, and spilled open, and had been devoured by morning. But when Indu, 7 years old and convinced that she was saving the world in a small way with her actions, opened the cupboard door and saw the mess, to her it was as if everything had suddenly shattered apart. She hadn't put the bag back properly. Which mini had eaten it all? Was it one who couldn't digest that kind of kibble? Would it just be lying in the corner of the house somewhere, looking like a lumpy bowling ball and then .. explode?? Die?? What if it died. She would be a murderer. She would get sent to jail. And so she had panicked. Rather than tell her mother or father what was happening, she had emptied a bit from each other bag into the spilled one, until it looked fine. She then filled up the rest of the bowls, going about her routine with a thin layer of pure glazed horror resting on the top of her mind.

After she had finished with the rest of the schedule, she had rounded up the entire family's minipet collection, and counted them half a dozen times. Thirteen. And none looked like they were about to s**t out their entire digestive tract. She should have relaxed at this point, could have, but for her father's instructions that it was very important to make sure that each mini got its specific kibble and none other. What if they had all eaten some? What if they were all poisoned and going to die because she had fed them bad kibble. How do you stop poison from killing someone? Indu had considered this for a few gut-churning moments, then done the only logical thing she could. She locked them all in the garden shed. If she didn't know which one had eaten the deadly dangerous, poisonous kibble, as she now thought of it, she had to make them all barf. They all had to barf up their entire stomachs contents. And how do you get someone to barf? You feed them something awful.

She had gone back to the kitchen and begun taking down foods from the cupboards and from the fridge, finding the most potent, strong tasting, and revolting ingredients she could find. Anything that smelled strong or strange was tipped into the bowl she had sitting on the table. Stirring away, she wondered if perhaps minipets liked things that tasted gross. But she had to get the kibble out of them somehow! So, after a few moments of deep thought and stirring, she had gone to the washroom and pulled out a bottle of Power Poop, the rather crudely named laxative medicine that had sat at the back of the medicine cabinet for years. And she had stirred it in. After the ingredients were a satisfying sludge, she had brought the bowl to the minipet food cupboard, and poured kibble in overtop, stirring it around until it coated all the food in the bowl. Sniffing it, she had nearly puked herself, but it had caused her a moment of pride. She would fix things. She would save the minipets. Proud, determined to save this situation and show she could be trusted, she had headed out to the shed with the bowl in her arms.

Remembering what had happened after the minipets ate the kibble, she squinted at her teammates. She really really hoped she would do better this time.