Author's Note

Because I am evil and for no other reason, I have decided to skip a chapter so you still won't know for sure who committed the latest murder. Feel free to guess though! Just don't expect me not to have more murders while you're trying.

13. Finishing Business

Wednesday, 6/29/2078
POV: Gale

"Who's body?" Gale asked, trying to cut through the fog of her mind. Everything was so fuzzy; it was hard to keep anything but sex in her brain.

"Cream's!" Smokey said.

"And you left the brat there with her?" Gale quirked an eyebrow, shoving Figure away and staggering off of Sunburst. "What if the killer is still there? Wait... the killer is you!"

"What? No!" Smokey's eyes went wide. "Though um... if you want to have me raped because you think I'm the… ya know, just in case."

"Shut up!" Gale screeched. "Who else could it be? It's not like the kid is gonna kill his mother, and only you were there!"

"Actually the vent was unlatched," said Smokey. "Pretty sure someone from one of the rooms crawled into the dining room through the vents and killed her while I was fucking her son in the kitchen."

"You probably set it up to look like that," Sunburst groaned as he stood on his own hooves. He leaned against the wall and his shaft quickly retracted in disgust.

"We'll see," growled Gale.

Gale grabbed her gun, holding it tightly with one talon as she grabbed Sunburst around the neck with the other. She walked on her hind legs to drag him with her as she headed towards the dining hall.

"I'll check it out," said Gale as Smokey ran ahead of them. She turned back to Berry and Figure, smirking. "You dykes guard the doors and sort things out with your relationship."

Gale tried to clear her foggy mind, the intensity and slight insanity of her recent 'fun' burning through it. It wasn't easy when there was so much rattling around it at once. As she stumbled into the dining area, she almost fell from the exertion and had to lean on a table for a moment to regain her bearings. When she could finally get a hold of herself enough to get a serious look around, the body discovery announcement was blaring.

She took in the grim scene. Cream had been butchered, stabbed far too many times for someone that just wanted to commit murder. No, someone had fun here. Next to the dead mother was her son, clinging to her, a puddle of his vomit next to him, mixing with his mother's blood on the floor. Smokey was trying to pry him away, and he was screaming bloody murder like she was trying to kill him too.

Luckily, or maybe unluckily, Gale was a soldier and used to seeing this sort of thing, so the gore didn't faze her. Not nearly as much as the burning continuing between her thighs at least. Damn it that thing was making things so unfair.

"Leave him be," Gale grunted at Smokey as she looked around the rest of the room.

"But someone has to take care of him," Smokey said, but left Button to cry and cling to his mother.

"Yeah, I know how you'll take care of him, faggot," grunted Gale. There was no way someone like Smokey had pure intentions wanting to take care of a child, not that Gale had room to speak. "You can take him home to molest when this is over, and fuck I'll probably want to help, but for now look around. We need to find other clues unless you want me to take the safe assumption and execute you."

Button had refused to leave his Mom's direct side this whole time, which probably meant it was a forbidden action. Dragging him away would risk making him break a rule and then they'd have to kill him too. Gale wasn't keen on being responsible for a second foal's death within a single week.

"Well there's that," Smokey pointed to the blood stain near Cream.

There was a clear imprint there of a blade. It seemed like a vaguely familiar shape though a convenient imprint struck her as suspicious. There was a trail of blood back to the vents just as Smokey indicated. She leaned down to peer into the vent and saw the trail of smudged blood leading inward.

"Okay, we'll check the room for other evidence," Gale suggested. "Then you'll crawl your scrawny ass into this vent and see where the blood trail leads.

Gale knew she probably shouldn't trust Smokey as far as she could throw her, but she wasn't about to go crawling through vents herself when it might be a trap. So instead she kept an eye on Smokey as they both searched.

Neither Button nor Sunburst were any help. The former stayed next to Cream and Sunburst sat in a corner, refusing to be of any use. To be fair, he was probably pissed off still about the rape thing, but it wasn't like he hadn't asked to be raped by not wanting pussy.

"Yeah, I don't think there's shit else in here," Gale sighed finally when she tired of searching. It wasn't like she was some kind of detective, anyway. She turned to Smokey. "Crawl through the vents and see where the blood leads, faggot. I'll go give the dykes an update and wait to see what room you come out of. Try not to die unless you're the traitor."

"Sure thing!" Smokey grinned, not perturbed by her language or possibly getting off to it.

But when she got back to the hall, Gale met with something she didn't expect. Berry sprawled out looking clobbered, a broken vase next to her, and Figure was nowhere to be seen.

"What the fuck is going on?" Gale asked. Why couldn't all this weirdness finish up so she could get back to raping gay dick?

Berry looked over to Gale with wide eyes, looking confused, and hesitated a moment as if gathering her thoughts.

"I-I don't know!" Berry shook her head. "I-I... Night Light! He came out of the room and... knocked me out with this vase! He dragged my wife into his room and locked the door!"

"Go ahead in, Gale!" Paper Cut chuckled from the nearby view screen. "Got my body discovery announcement all warmed up!"

"Seriously?" Gale peered at Paper Cut, then shook her head as she drew her rifle and headed to the door Berry pointed. She assumed the AI was bucking with her since only a moronic traitor would kill more than one pony at a time and in such a blatant manner.

The door opened before Gale could kick it down, which was good because she doubted she could actually kick it in. These doors were sturdy. Gale raised her rifle instinctively when it opened and pointed it at Night Light's panicked face.

"Gale!" Night Light yelped, taking a step back when he found a gun pointed at him, bayonet almost touching his face. "G-get Berry! She murdered her wife! We have to restrain her!"

"No, that's wrong!" Berry's panicked voice rang out behind Gale. "I w-would never!"

"Back. Up," Gale leveled her gun at Night Light's head. "And don't let me see a single sparkle on that horn of yours, demon horse, or I'll shatter your fucking skull. Got it?"

"I didn't! I wouldn't!" Berry was carrying on from outside in the hallway.

Night Light clenched his teeth and backed into the dark room. Gale kept her eyes on him while reaching a wing behind her to flick on the light switch. She watched for any hint of a glow on his horn as she glanced around the room out of the corner of her eye.

From what she saw, Gale was inclined to believe that Berry wouldn't. Maybe if Figure wasn't pregnant, Berry might have murdered her for the cucking she got, but there's no way a wife would do this. Figure literally had her fetus ripped out, it’s tiny head crushed as if with magic, which made Gale hotter than it should have thanks to the drugging, but was still really fucked up. The whole thing seemed overdone, like someone really had fun here, the same impression she'd gotten when she found Cream's body.

But would he be stupid enough to kill two in a row? Who knew? Maybe every room got gassed, and he had too good of a time. Besides, everyone knew Night Light was the most likely culprit.

"Why hasn't the body discovery announcement played?" Night Light asked, looking around.

"Three people haven't seen it!" Paper Cut informed far too happily. "Hey Berry Bush or whatever your name is! Come look at your murdered wife and fetus! She wasn't quite dead last you saw her!"

"I wouldn't do that!" Berry shrieked from the hallway as if lost in her own little world. "I would never hurt her!"

"No, keep her out there," growled Gale, peering at Night Light. "I don't want attention drawn to the scene yet and I have more fun to have."

"What?" asked Night Light, not understanding, or at least pretending not to.

Gale didn't entirely understand herself why her thighs were still burning with desire after all that fun. Maybe she was still under the effects of gas, or maybe it damaged her permanently. Seeing gore hadn't bothered her for a long time, but it'd never gotten her this wet either. Either way, if she didn't find someone to fuck, she feared she might end up fucking the corpse, and she'd rather not when there was a warm dick that probably deserved rape anyway nearby.

Or maybe more. The combination of gore and hunger was setting off her predator instinct.

"On your back," Gale said as she stepped towards Night Light, gun still leveled at his head. "On the bed, on your back, right now."

"Uh, what for?" Night Light asked nervously.

All the same, he did what the crazy predator with the gun said. He backed slowly to the bed, crawling atop it and slowly rolling over with all four legs in the air. Gale kept her eye on his horn but he didn't dare make so much as a sparkle.

His bits were limp though, sheath barely swollen as his balls dangled against his plot cheeks. Maybe he got less Touched in here, maybe he was one of the unlucky that were more immune, or maybe he was just sated from his double homicide. She didn't care.

Gale crawled slowly onto the bed, booping his nose with her bayonet as he looked cross-eyed at it. She slid upwards, spreading her legs and sitting with her warm cunny pressed against his sheath. It quickly stiffened whether he wanted it to or not as gunk from her cream pie oozed out onto it.

"Please," Night Light made a disgusted expression. "You're way too young."

"Oh shut up," Gale rolled her eyes. "Until the Overmare bothers to make an minimum age law, we're legal as soon as we're squeezed out, maybe sooner. Besides, there isn't a straight male alive that wouldn't love his rod drenched in hot young pussy juice, so stop pretending."

"But if you think I'm the traitor," Night Light gasped as his shaft throbbed against her snatch. "Why would you even want to have sex with me?"

"I'm not having sex with you," smirked Gale. "I'm raping you. There is a difference."

"Yeah rape is WAY more fun!" Paper Cut commented.

"A-are you going to kill me?" Night Light stammered, then whimpered at the feel of her slit rubbing up and down his shaft as she ground her hips against him.

"Probably," said Gale. "Or definitely if you resist."

"Why are you allowing this?" Night Light asked Paper, getting delirious. "What kind of game is this, anyway?"

"Are you kidding?" Paper Cut said as she flicked popcorn into her muzzle and watched. "You're talking to the AI that watched a filly get raped and then announced you had to kill her for the crime of crying about it. And you're surprised that I'm allowing this? How do people as dumb as you remember to breathe?"

"Shut it both of you," Gale moaned. "I'm in the zone."

Gale lifted herself up to slip her soggy slit around him, sliding her lips down his length and sitting belly to belly with him. He clenched his teeth, trying not to show how good the young teen hole felt around his shaft, but it gave him away as it throbbed hard inside her.

"You know, even if you're not the traitor," Gale panted as her motions sped. "You deserve to die like this. You didn't deserve to get in the stable to begin with. They should have left you outside to get gangraped by radiation zombies."

"I know," Night Light said as he closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

"Mmph," Gale grunted. "Been too long since I've killed a helpless enemy combatant like this. It always has a sort of satisfaction to it. Brings back memories of where I scoured the area after a battle for dying lunar scum. A lot of your kind died with their cock inside me."

Gale pulled her gun away from his face only to lean back and push the tip to his tailhole. He cried out and arched his back as she shoved it hard, forcing the pointed end of the bayonet inside. She shivered in bliss as she fucked him with the barrel in time with her hip motions. He arched his back but grew still to minimize cutting.

The cold steel barrel ramming his ass wasn't enough to counter the grip of the experienced velvet glove that was Gale's pussy around him. It'd been too long since he felt a pussy at all, and as little as he wanted to, he felt himself heading close to the edge, ready to paint her insides with his goo.

But Night Light was done with this humiliation. He was done with the humiliation that was his life. His horn glowed, but before she could react, he took care of it himself, squeezing the trigger on the gun that invaded his behind. There was a loud boom, muffled by his fleshy insides, as the bullet exploded through him. She sniper's shot punctured through his whole body, exiting his shoulder in a spray of gore as it shattered the bone there and impacted the wall behind him.

"Fucking prick!" Gale groaned when she was denied the murder herself, but didn't stop her hips either.

He had been an instant too late in his actions though, and the last thing he felt was his shaft firing off inside of her. Gale worked herself hard on his dick, straining to get off again before he went soft.

As blood fountained from his muzzle, Gale leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Having lived with ponies, the predator didn't get to taste this much blood very often, so she suckled it out of his muzzle like a baby nursing a breast as her pussy churned at his dying dick.

After taking a moment to savor the look of horror on his sobbing face, the taste of blood got to Gale too much. She yanked herself off of his limp dick, instead turning herself around atop him. She sat on his face, letting his sperm pour out to join the puddle of blood in his throat, giving him something else to gag upon.

Gale ground her hips, rubbing her pussy on his bloody face as she leaned down to slurp at his flaccid cock. She wasn't interested in blowing it though, instead wrapping her tongue around it and tugging it into her beak. Dragging the sharp hook of her beak along the length, she made sure his last bit of consciousness knew what she was doing before biting down.

She sank her beak in at the base, slicing it in two, then dragged upwards. Gale tore the shaft in two long ways, delicious pony blood spraying over her face in spurts as his heart beat its last. Even as his life faded completely, she tore into the meat of his dick, ripping his rod off in strips and scarfing down the meat hungrily.

Afterward, she bit down on his ball sack, savoring their taste by batting them around her beak with her tongue before tearing the sack off in one twist of her neck. She slowly bit down on them, savoring the fleshy orbs as they squished between her teeth and finally popped like rotten grapes under the pressure. She smudged the gorey sperm around her beak with her tongue before finally swallowing it down.

"O-oh my..." a voice came from the door, snapping Gale from her lustful stupor.

Gale looked up to see the stunned face of Berry at the door. She'd finally got the nerve to come in to find Gale eating the dick off of Night Light's corpse. She didn't look much more than stunned though, already emotionally shot, as her eyes slowly slid across the room, falling blankly upon her dead wife still there on the floor.

"There we go!" Paper Cut said triumphantly, then every monitor lit up brightly with her image again. "A body has been discovered! Two bodies if you count that the bun was ripped out of her oven. This is a lot of dying in a short time, so you ponies and various lesser species should probably get on that pretty soon. Just some friendly advice because that traitor is running rings around you!"

The screen flickered off, the image of Figure Eight darkening at the bottom and the number dropping again to 13. Apparently it wouldn't drop to 12 until a third pony saw Night Light's corpse. A moment later as if having forgotten something, it flickered back on.

"Oh, and your eight hours is up too!" Paper Cut added. "Rise and shine everything! Time for another beeeeauutiful day!"

Previously, while Gale was away...
POV: Berry

And with that, they were gone, leaving Berry with her wife. A moment later, since enough people had seen the body, the screens lit up fully as the chime sounded. On the screen, once again, was Paper Cut sitting in an armchair sipping wine.

"A body has been discovered!" Paper Cut announced. "I'm sorry, did I wake everyone up? Don't come out of your rooms yet until your eight hours is up though! Communicating by screaming through the door counts as not being alone too! Doesn't that just fill you with despair?"

Berry signed and looked over at her. Figure sprawled on the floor still, looking dizzily up at Berry. She looked stupidly sexy like that, but Berry just felt angry looking at her. The things she'd said, could the drugs really be to blame for that? Or did they bring out what was already there? Berry tried to push it down, knowing it affected her too, but she couldn't.

"Berry?" Figure asked weakly.

"What," Berry sighed, turning away again and looking down the hall.

"Buck me," panted Figure, sprawling herself out and spreading her legs towards Berry. It seemed the drug was affecting her more.

"I thought I was a terrible lay?" Berry looked back at her with intense eyes.

"Then buck me until the better lay gets back," Figure panted. "You're always the best lay when no other creature is here."

Berry clenched her teeth. She thought maybe Figure was sorry for saying those things, but now she was starting again? The anger within her bubbled over... and down her thighs. Damn this situation.

But all the same, Figure did look delicious laying there. Maybe the best way to shut her up was to give her the buck of her life so she'd realize that it was the drug making it feel so good, not the fact it was Gale doing it. That was as good an excuse to sate the burning heat between her thighs as any.

Berry more or less fell atop Figure in her current condition. She twisted Figure's hindquarters about to line up with her own, sitting up on her hind legs as she lifted figure's behind and propped herself against it. The pile-driver position was more awkward than it had been with Gale since Berry and Figure's swollen bellies smushed together, but she straddled one of Berry's hind legs to press their drooling twats together too.

As she felt the warmth of her wife against her, Berry forgot about the murder that had just occurred. She forgot about being gassed; all she wanted was to grind on her favorite piece of wet flesh. She undulated her hips, circling so that their labia flicked against one another, each sliding over the others clit in turn.

Their swollen breasts sloshed about, oozing milk at the pressure between them. As their pregnant bellies pressed together, Berry could feel both foals kick within, agitated by the movement and by the drug filtering through their mother's systems and into their own. Had she been in a better mental state, Berry would have worried about how it was affecting them, but she was in no shape to now.

Figure Eight moaned and arched her back, returning the movements. The leg Berry straddled kicked wildly in bliss and her eyes rolled back so far that they were only white for a moment. She creamed herself almost immediately, a geyser of juice running down their bodies.

"You like that, you bitch?" Berry moaned as their bodies shivered together. "Still longing for that cat-butted slut? Your foal factory belongs to me so don't you ever forget it!"

"Buck you," panted Figure in spite of all the obvious physical signs she enjoyed it. "You're like grinding on sandpaper next to her."

"S-shut up!" Berry hyperventilated and increased her speed, Figure's body pushed across the hall a bit with each movement until she stopped with her head thumping against the wall. "My foal is growing inside you, I own that womb!"

"You can have the brat back!" moaned Figure as he increased her own motions to match Berry's. "I'll have it scraped out and crush its worthless head in front of my worthless EX-wife! Then since I'm not a MUD PONY like you, maybe I can manage the magic to have Gale's instead."

"Stop saying that!" Berry screamed as tears rolled down her face. "W-we love each other! We... we..."

"I never loved you," Figure screamed in return.

Berry knew that wasn't true, she knew inside that the drugs were driving them both insane, but she couldn't take this. She couldn't focus on anything else but her rage and lust. Finally she slammed her hooves down on Figure's throat, quieting her as she cut off her air supply.

"Shut! Up!" Berry screamed, but continued to grind.

Figure tried to speak, then moved her own hooves to try to push Berry's off her neck. Her eyes grew wide and she shook her head, but Berry had the advantage on top and held her hooves steady there, forbidding her wife from breath or speech. Her body lurched as she gasped for air and her legs kicked harder as her movements grew unsteady.

"You don't want our foal?" Berry spit, completely out of her senses. "Then I'll make sure you AND her die! I should have never saved you when that griffon had you pinned down on the way here, because this is just how you deserve to go, unfaithful slut!... fuck gonna cum so hard."

But as her orgasm hit her, it knocked Berry off balance enough for Figure to wedge a hind leg between them. She kicked Berry in the gut as hard as she could, shoving her off. Berry landed on the floor flailing, pussy juice squirting across the floor from her climax as she left a wet streak from her slide.

Figure panicked, turning to flee down the hall and running into the wall instead. She looked around, eyes unfocused and clearly unable to get a hold on her surroundings. She ran again, this time running face first into one of the room doors. Without enough of her balance to do anything else, she grabbed the doorhandle and twisted it, throwing herself into the room.

"No you don't," muttered Berry as she staggered to her hooves, still out of her mind. She grabbed hold of the bayonet from Gale's gun that had been dropped earlier and stumbled after Figure into the room.

It was Night Light's room, but he hadn't awoken yet, and Berry was so out of sorts that it wouldn't have stopped her even if he had been standing there at the door. As Figure stumbled to turn around, Berry lunged the bayonet, aiming for her throat. She missed due to her disorientation, only nicking her neck in passing, but still drew blood.

"B-berry please," Figure begged, trying to maintain her balance. "I'm sorry, okay! I-It's this drug, it's doing weird things, you know I didn't mean that!"

But Berry was lost in her rage. She grasped Figure's body with her magic, flipping the inferior pony species onto her back and pinning her back down against the floor. Rushing up to her, she reared up onto her hind legs and came down with both front hooves onto her belly. Figure yelped as the wind was knocked out of her.

"Don't want our foal?" Berry spit. "Then don't keep it!"

Berry pinned Figure's struggling form to the wall, then turned to face away. She gripped the floor hard and lunched her hind legs back, impacting her square on her pregnant belly. Losing track of how many times she hit, she just beat her again and again. Every time Figure tried to speak to beg for mercy, she slammed her hooves into her again, black bruising welling up through the battered flesh.

"What are you doing?!" Berry didn't recognize Night Light's voice as he stumbled out of bed towards them.

All she knew as he grasped hold of her is that someone was trying to stop her from sating her uncontrollable rage. She swiped the bayonet, still held in her magic, in his direction, causing him to stumble back to avoid it. His own horn lit up, but she quickly grasped the lamp on the table next to his bed, slamming it directly onto his horn to knock the spell out of him. The sturdy lamp didn't break, so she continued to smack him over the head until the stallion crumbled onto the floor.

"B-berry," Figure's voice moaned behind her. "Our baby... please... I love you I swear... please..."

"Shut up!" Berry screeched, turning back to her. "Shut up and DIE!"

There was a gathering pool of red-tinged fluid gathering beneath Figure, and Berry realized that her water had broken from the impact, more bubbling down her thighs from where she was pinned to the wall. Berry helped it along, ramming the bayonet between Figure's thighs.

Figure squealed as the blade penetrated her, ramming upward through her vagina and piercing her already loosened cervix. Berry twisted the blade and raked it upwards, tearing her wife open with the bladed edge. Figure tried to shriek again, but gagged a muzzle full of blood down her chest instead.

"Baby!" Figure sobbed, but the words were barely audible beneath the gargling of more blood.

Berry was in no mental state to care. Her anger-charged magic surged forward as she reached into Figure's body, grasping the infant by one leg and ripping it from her body with one powerful tug. Figure's body undulated grotesquely as the smaller life was yanked free, the rest of her afterbirth slopping onto the floor in a pile of wet gore, quickly followed by her intestines as her body tore open further.

"Yes! Yes!" Berry moaned, unable to get a hold of herself She would have ran up and ground on Figure as she died, but she was too out of sorts to walk, so she just lay back. She pushed both hooves between her thighs, rubbing herself enthusiastically as she dangled the aborted infant in front of her dying wife.

Not quite aborted though because it was well-formed enough to wail. Berry quickly put a stop to that though, grasping its head tightly in her magic, applying all the pressure she could. The infant stopped bawling quickly as its muzzle was clamped shut, but continued to kick wildly.

With magic fueled by psychotic rage, the fragile head wasn't hard to crush. It's muzzle gave first, cracking with a sickening snap as the little foal's face caved in. The skull gave quickly afterward, the kicking turning to the wild spasms of death throes as its freshly formed gray matter oozed out through the cracks in the skull. Its eyes popped out from the pressure, more gore splurting out like vomit.

Berry dropped it onto the floor in front of her like meat, watching it twitch to a stop. She came again, harder than she ever had, and watched her pussy juice spray all over the dead form of the life that she'd helped create. But that wasn't enough. Her bitch wife was still alive and watching in horror, and she deserved more.

It wasn't easy to get back to her hooves, but Berry managed it, turning herself around and squatting over the dead foal. She relaxed, letting a stream of piss flow out and looking between her legs to watch the yellowish fluid wash over her dead child. She looked further to the terrified look on Figure's dying face. Oh Breaker, she'd never seen anything that sexy before.

"No," gagged Figure as she watched their dead foal pissed on. She shook her head weakly, and then looked to Figure. "I-I... I forgive you... take care of... our other foal... please..."

As those words finished, Figure's own body began to twitch as it began to give out. At the same time, the effects of the drug began to give out on Berry. In the fresh air of the other room, her mind began to clear, and as Figure's final words washed over her ears, she came to her senses all too late.

"W-what?" Berry staggered off from atop the infant, then shrieked herself at the realization at what she'd just done.

"What have you done?" Night Light asked weakly as he staggered up as well.

"N-no!" shrieked Berry in return, instinctively clubbing him over the head with the lamp again and rushing from the room.

As she fled back into the hall, she dropped the bayonet inside the room. She didn't drop the lamp though, and it followed behind her uncontrollably. She turned just in time to smash her own face with the lamp, staggering back as the abused ceramic finally gave and shattered all over the floor.

She saw Night Light stagger up again, and all she could think to do was slam the door before he rushed out afterward. Before closing it, she locked it instinctively, not that that would do any good for her when he was on the inside with the lock.

"Not bad!" admired Paper Cut from the monitor, as if Berry wanted her input right now. "That actually worked out a lot better than you probably intended! Now you can just say he came out of his room, smashed you with the lamp, and dragged her back in there!"

"W-what?" Berry shook her head. "What have I done!"

"Murdered your wife and unborn foal," Paper Cut said. "Don't worry though. I cleared the gas from the hallway so you can properly despair over it instead of getting off more. We want to keep things fresh!"

"W-what do I do?!" shrieked Berry.

"Wow really?" Paper Cut tilted her head. "What is it about murderers asking me what to do? Well, Night's being a dumb-dumb and checking to see if he can save Figure, but she'll definitely be dead within a minute or two. But you're outside with a broken vase, so just say he came out of his room, clobbered you, and dragged your wife back in there. Gale's headed back to give you an update so... 3... 2... 1... "

"What the fuck is going on?" Gale's voice came from the dining-room door.

Berry looked over to Gale with wide eyes, unsure what to say. Gale had just entered, so she probably didn't see Berry exit Night Light's room, only that Berry was now alone and with a smashed lamp next to her. Should she do it? Should she follow Paper's advice? Night Light was probably the traitor anyway, right?

"I-I don't know!" Berry shook her head. "I-I... Night Light! He came out of the room and... knocked me out with this vase! He dragged my wife into his room and locked the door!"

"Go ahead in, Gale!" Paper Cut chuckled from the nearby view screen. "Got my body discovery announcement all warmed up!"

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