Fifth Floor Girls' Bathroom, Saturday Morning
There should not be scratching at a shower curtain. From the outside. No. Then again, Francine was too busy murdering All the Single Ladies with her face under the water, to hear it.
So she didn't notice until the curtain actually moved.
Step 1: Panic. "Hey!" Crap, which parts should she try to cover?
Step 2: Moment of logic. "Katchoo, is that you?"
Step 3: Watch as curtain gets ripped aside to reveal a gremlin. With 2-inch long claws and fiery red eyes. So not Katchoo then.
Step 4: Scream!
Step 5: ?
Step 6: Profit Flail and kick at it, stumbling out of the shower. "Get out of heeere!"
Step 7: Scream again as it bites you on the leg. Hard. And then unlike any sane gremlin, keeps trying to scrabble its way up your wet, soapy body.
Step 8: FLAIL HARDER!
Step 9: Watch gremlin finally detach and go sailing out the window.
Step 10: Bleed. Nakedly.
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[OOC: For one, and then she's outta heeeeere!]
So she didn't notice until the curtain actually moved.
Step 1: Panic. "Hey!" Crap, which parts should she try to cover?
Step 2: Moment of logic. "Katchoo, is that you?"
Step 3: Watch as curtain gets ripped aside to reveal a gremlin. With 2-inch long claws and fiery red eyes. So not Katchoo then.
Step 4: Scream!
Step 5: ?
Step 6: Profit Flail and kick at it, stumbling out of the shower. "Get out of heeere!"
Step 7: Scream again as it bites you on the leg. Hard. And then unlike any sane gremlin, keeps trying to scrabble its way up your wet, soapy body.
Step 8: FLAIL HARDER!
Step 9: Watch gremlin finally detach and go sailing out the window.
Step 10: Bleed. Nakedly.
__
[OOC: For one, and then she's outta heeeeere!]