3rd voodoo curse

[beardonfire]

[A: Locked to mr_dynames

Neil Dylandy? You are a dead man. Nothing personal of course, you just happen to be standing in the way of what LeChuck wants, and we can't have that, can we

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[poisonivyforyou]

[Ivy had been... pensive since she got the letter. She still had lingering doubts about what to do, but in the end she always reached the same conclusion: She wasn't able to to kill her friend.

And now, the cherry on top, she'd begun to have visions, of a world without plants, the world she most feared. It was the town telling her to finish her friend once and for all.

Well, the town could keep waiting.]

[beardonfire]

[This was the place! Now to get down to business. LeChuck knocked on the door and rehearsed in his head what he was going to say so not to arouse suspicion.]

[poisonivyforyou]

[It takes a while for her to open the door, but she finally does]

...yeah? May I help you?

[beardonfire]

[LeChuck doesn't even bat an eye at the less than friendly greeting.]

Good afternoon! I'm selling these fine leather jackets. You seem like a woman of good taste, perhaps you would be interested?

[poisonivyforyou]

[She raises an eyebrow. She might not be in her best moments, but she is everything but an idiot]

Are you really selling those will all that's... going on?

[beardonfire]

I find it important to maintain a sense of normalcy in times of such insanity. It helps people cope!

[Look at that smile, would he lie to you? yes, yes he would.]

[poisonivyforyou]

[She wouldn't fall for it in a normal situation.

...She actually doesn't fall for it anyway. She's just. Tired, so tired of the game and how it's becoming hard to breathe by moments. She knows it's only her mind playing mind-tricks, that the world still has plants and will forever have them.

That they aren't all doomed.

But it's becoming harder and harder to just not roll with it.]

...Sure. Whatever. Come in.

[beardonfire]

Wonderful! I assure you, you won't regret this!

[As he enters, he subtly reaches for the cutlass at his belt.]

[poisonivyforyou]

[She closes the door behind him, and sighs rather loudly. She pretends not to notice how he's fiddling for something on his belt, how he's smiling and it looks fake, how it's rather obvious nobody would be selling door-to-door when half the town is killing and the other half is getting killed.

Ivy's made up her mind on which is the side she falls in.]

So? I'm sure you don't have all day.

[beardonfire]

Neither do I!

[There's a shnnk as he quickly unsheathes the cutlass and in one swift motion, turns and jabs it forward into Ivy's abdomen.]

[poisonivyforyou]

[She hisses, and it takes a lot of her for not to scream in pain.]

...Jerkass... [he doubles in pain, holding herself on the wall] The neck... would have been faster...

[beardonfire]

[With another jerk, he dislodges the sword from shish-keIvy and tries to keep a straight face.]

Ah, why thank you for the tip! I'll be sure to keep it in mind for next time! Nothing personal, you see, just... business!

[poisonivyforyou]

[She doesn't feel like speaking, so she just mouths a 'fuck off' to him and slides down the wall, holding her wound. At least it's deep enough, she won't be bleeding for long before she passes away.

One has to take comfort on the small things.]