[One last trial, and you can all leave. The Mastermind has littered clues all around the basement for you, so it shouldn't be that hard, should it, class?
The survivors have figured out that the Mastermind is not an outside member, but instead one of them, one of the remaining, and it was only a matter of time until they narrowed it down. What a surprise, because she even investigated with them, fearful and disgusted at notebooks of experiments on humans and non-humans alike, worried about information kept on loved ones -- hopeful, at the prospect of reviving everyone...
Until she's called out. Until it shifts from Monobear to Allison Underhill, she's there with the rest of them...not exactly helping, but not hindering either. Monobear goes eerily still.] Well then. I guess the jig's up, upupupu~
[And he slumps over, into a pool of darkness. At the same time, Allie's cute backpack opens up on its own, and a dark cloak- it crawls from it, wrapping itself around her entirely, as if it were alive. Her eyes take on a yellow glow, and notably...all expression wipes from her face, the instant the cloak touches her body. Slowly, she rises into the air, floating, as the whole court room is plunged into absolute darkness. Thankfully, the survivors will be able to see, shortly after...but less remains, so it seems. An almost oppressive black abyss licks at their feet, rises around them, as if sentient and waiting, oh just waiting.
The cloak Allie wears seems to have stretched out all around her. The ends...cannot be seen. Her hairclips have taken on a more...Monobear-appropriate theme, but besides that, there's no white on her, to represent the monochrome scheme. Just black...and with glimpses of this thing beneath the cloak. Allie looks down at the survivors, surveying them.]
All of my dear friends. [...Even though there is very little inflection in those words, they sounds downright mechanical, honestly.] I'm so proud you got this far.
[Slowly, she tilts her head to the side, a ghost of a smile passing over her lips.]
Will you continue to impress me? Go on. My wonderful, twisted students.
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The survivors have figured out that the Mastermind is not an outside member, but instead one of them, one of the remaining, and it was only a matter of time until they narrowed it down. What a surprise, because she even investigated with them, fearful and disgusted at notebooks of experiments on humans and non-humans alike, worried about information kept on loved ones -- hopeful, at the prospect of reviving everyone...
Until she's called out. Until it shifts from Monobear to Allison Underhill, she's there with the rest of them...not exactly helping, but not hindering either. Monobear goes eerily still.] Well then. I guess the jig's up, upupupu~
[And he slumps over, into a pool of darkness. At the same time, Allie's cute backpack opens up on its own, and a dark cloak- it crawls from it, wrapping itself around her entirely, as if it were alive. Her eyes take on a yellow glow, and notably...all expression wipes from her face, the instant the cloak touches her body. Slowly, she rises into the air, floating, as the whole court room is plunged into absolute darkness. Thankfully, the survivors will be able to see, shortly after...but less remains, so it seems. An almost oppressive black abyss licks at their feet, rises around them, as if sentient and waiting, oh just waiting.
The cloak Allie wears seems to have stretched out all around her. The ends...cannot be seen. Her hairclips have taken on a more...Monobear-appropriate theme, but besides that, there's no white on her, to represent the monochrome scheme. Just black...and with glimpses of this thing beneath the cloak. Allie looks down at the survivors, surveying them.]
All of my dear friends. [...Even though there is very little inflection in those words, they sounds downright mechanical, honestly.] I'm so proud you got this far.
[Slowly, she tilts her head to the side, a ghost of a smile passing over her lips.]
Will you continue to impress me? Go on. My wonderful, twisted students.