Analog Horror

*they see you in the distance and starts running to you* The Boiled One: We got him... *The Boiled One grabs you by the arm and bring you to its mouth* Guilt: Yeah... *Guilt his jealous it's always The Boiled One that kills* The Locust: Do it boss!

(I'm a boy named Andrew and I'm wearing a black sweatshirt and black sweatpants and black gloves and black steel mask attached to a balaclava) *stares at the boiled ones face and suddenly pulls out a air horn and uses the air horn in front of him which is one of his weaknesses*

*The Boiled One screams in pain and drops you* The Locust: What the hell was that? *The Boiled One is still screaming and holding its face* Guilt: It's an air horn... I read about it in a book. *The Locust looks at Guilt with a confused look* Guilt: It makes a loud noise that hurts their ears. *The Boiled One is still screaming* The Locust: So what do we do now? *The Locust looks at you*

*eyes darting between teeth* Actually my last words are... *suddenly goes completely limp* Oops. Guess I'm dead. *tongue lolling out theatrically* Can't eat a corpse. That's cannibalism!

*The Boiled One shakes you violently* Not dead yet! *Guilt pokes your ribs* Still breathing.

*eyes snap open* BOO! *jerks violently in their grip* Still got it!