Puzzle 005

[tapshoetomove]

[Because of the recent outbreak of people being turned into murderous drones and the problems people seem to have with the milk, Luke was cautious about leaving the house. In fact after a dangerous run-in with his fake droned father, Luke wasn’t even that willing to leave his own room. After all, no one knew who would be next

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[deaths_heritor]

[Hanging up her nice black dress to smooth out the wrinkles after washing the blood out, Susan wonders vaguely if those are screams she's hearing coming from the basement.

...Probably not. One murder a week was enough even for this family, after all. She'll busy herself in the washroom.]

[hintcoinplz]

[Luke just waits patiently for her outside.

While Slugger disarmed him, that hasn't stopped him from trying to find the other members of the family.

He's carrying something in his hand, and by now he's covered in a lot of blood. A good amount of it is his own.]

[deaths_heritor]

[Susan dries her hands and opens the door.

.....

Susan closes the door.]

[hintcoinplz]

[And that results in pounding on the door. Luke sways a little from blood loss as he gets up and heads toward the door.]

Mom! Mom! Mom! Let me iiiinnnn!!

[deaths_heritor]

[Her voice is a little muffled, but very obviously exasperated.]

No.

Go murder your father first; I'll let you chase me around after.

[hintcoinplz]

But I'm already done playing with dad!

[Come on open up, he won't murder you that much.]

[deaths_heritor]

You are?

[She'll check. ...No, Edward was still registering very much as alive on her Death radar. Alive and in the basement, for that matter.]

Well. I suppose you ought to have your fair shot at me, then.

[The door opens to a can of aerosol spraying out around Luke's face level.]

[partysense]

[Having spent the past 24 hours running around trying to find her friends, Pinkie isn't prepared for what's going on today. When she trots inside, she's greeted by a blood-covered Luke and agitated Susan.]

Wh-what's going on?

[hintcoinplz]

[IT BURNS.

Well, if Luke wasn't droned right now this would be hurting much, much worse. Still, she gets a yelp out of him before he starts swinging the knife he was carrying blindly at anyone nearby.

Pinkie, that might be you.]

[deaths_heritor]

[Susan discards her hair spray and eases out when Luke stumbles back; the consideration of killing him vs. knocking him unconscious vanishes when a pink pony stumbles into the room.]

Pinkie Pie!

...Get out!

[While this is the same thing Susan always says to Pinkie Pie, there is an unusual note of harshness to her voice.]

[partysense]

[WHOA okay. Pinkie may be hyper and fast but she was not ready for that, and the knife nicks her right across the muzzle. She gives a yelp of pain and backs into the wall.]

O-ow! Wh...what was that for?! Miss Susan?! What's going on?

[hintcoinplz]

You're not playing very nice.

[His eyes are watering by now and he can just barely make out shapes.

He sways forward, swinging again. He doesn't care who it hits, as long as it does hit.]

[deaths_heritor]

He wants to kill us, if you hadn't noticed.

[Susan somewhat ungracefully stumbles back a step or two from the blinded boy, briefly considering simply bopping him over the head with her fist.]

Try not to be struck by the pointy object. Unless spilling your blood activates any magical antigravity pony powers, in which case, please do.

Or were those unicorns?

[partysense]

Only unicorns have magic!

[Still dripping blood, she snorts and rears up a little.] But why would he want to kill us?!

[hintcoinplz]

[Hitting Luke over the head is a good possibility, as Luke gets slower and clumsier with each swing.

He ain't doing so hot now, but that isn't stopping him from trying. All his drone instincts are overriding his survival instincts.]

Where'd you go? Mooom, I just wanted to play!

[deaths_heritor]

I'm going to make a stab at it and say it has something to do with not drinking milk.

[With one thing or another, it would at least be a good idea to get that knife away from him. And while he's wobbling erratically about...

Bonk.]

... That didn't sound very effective.