The Infested Pair

A PARANORMAL VIRUS SPREADS... AND CATS BECOME UNDEAD! #Parodytwt #Mewgenics

//Im still here...

To spread! To spread the infestation further!

You are. It's purpose is better serving our collective.

She was a nuisance. Xey walked into the Crater knowing they will fail. Fail. He had tricks up her sleeve, but that was not enough. Against us. Against us they failed.

What you once were. What others know you as. But you are one of us. One of us.

It is. It is fun. Listen to the Jester. Listen to them.

M o RE. M ORE! MORE! [[The sprouts chant in unison. Another propagator of their influence is within their infected ranks.]]

[[The sprouts chitter and snap. A jittery voice speaks.]] Th E N SP r EA d Th E SP o RE S. G o Ou T.

-sign of external life. To guard the Crater. Their only home.]]

We are. We are one. And will always be. [[ The Infested Pair begin to skulk away, back towards a bundle of brambles. They topple over, seemingly lifeless. But the sprouts atop their hides move back and forth ever so slightly. They wait for any kind of movement. Any- Cont.

Then. Become one! BECOME ONE! [[The Infested Pair swipes and claws, rips and tears, each one cutting deeper and deeper. Before sprouts hiss and writhe around the Jester, coughing out spores that sink into them.]] [[What is left is but a husk. An infested one.]]

Then pull out your ace. Your ace. [[ They stare intently at her face. Every single sprout poised towards him. The pair await what the Jester has in store.]]

[[Yet another sprout appears. Closer this time.]] Try we will. We will. We will win. [[They make it to xeir face, and immediately begin laying into them. 4 hits in total by the Infested Pair, each inflicting poison.]] We. Will. Win.

You will be assimilated. Assimilated. [[Both paraisaira begin making a beeline for them. Only one makes it just close enough to spit out another lump of brambles at the Jester. It quickly takes root on the tile the Jester stands upon.]] Overgrowth will spread. The overgrowth.

[[The paraisaria takes the hits head on, and after each nail sinks in, a sprout pops out from the ground.]] You will not win. Will not. [[The sprouts writhe and spit out spores, affecting no one without a critter beside it.]]

[[The one paraisaria swivels around to swat it. The other paraisaria takes a step toward the remaining shadow copy, and hocks a bundle of roots and vines at this clone, destroying it. But now they have spent their turn.]] Your show is over. Over.

[[They plant their feet down.]] So be it. So be it! Your confidence will be your downfall. Downfall. Into our grasp. Our grasp of infestation.