He stepped back, and I realized his foot had been on Grue’s chest.
I don’t blame Taylor for having a hard time keeping track of Mannequin’s various appendages.
I watched as Grue stood and then began limping toward me. Bastard growled and tugged on the chain I held.
Somehow I feel like Bastard is going to be important to whatever solution this situation has? I’m not sure how, though.
I was in the process of reaching out for Grue to help steady him when I saw Mannequin move. He closed his mouth, raised one hand, and I could see a hole appear in the base of his palm. The barrel of a gun.
Here we go again!
Wait. Is he threatening to do it himself, implying “come on, like I wouldn’t survive that better than you”?
“No!” the word was as much a grunt as anything else as it came from my throat, too choked for me to say anything normal. I grabbed for Grue as I’d planned and I shoved him to the ground.
Good move if he’s actually doing it.
Hmm… What if Bastard being a wolf means Bitch’s power makes him more bulletproof than the other doggos?
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