And there was Siberian. Faintly glowing eyes, black and white striped skin, straight hair in similar variations of black and white, trailing to her tailbone.
Why did you dismiss the darkness, Grue? Did you think it made it too difficult for everyone to get their bearings before Siberian found them anyway?
“Thank you, Grue,” Tattletale said. Had she asked him to cancel out his power? It wasn’t like he was borrowing any power that would work on Siberian, and as for the concealment effects, they wouldn’t do much.
I still suspect Siberian’s own power might work against her, but she’d be way more powerful in that mirror match.
And, as it turned out, she wanted to talk.
Right. Let’s Tattletale this bitch.
Better hope she’s more willing to listen than Jack was.
She pulled herself up to a standing position and raised one hand, palm facing Siberian. “Hold on.”
“Hey, infamously unstoppable monster, could you stop for a sec?”
Siberian stopped.
Turns out the key to stopping her was simply asking nicely.
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