Coral, Cliff, Yuno and Rilly run across a beach. Cliff and Rilly are fighting back the hands, Yuno gestures as menacingly as she can with a pair of gardening shears. Coral is in the middle of all of them, ducking as Cliff shoots a hand right above her.

—Rilly—
HIIYAH!!
They just keep coming, huh?

Coral
* Hey-- hands!!
* I'm sure all this chopping and shooting isn't pleasant for you, so how's a ceasefire sound?

  Cliff Mason
Don't think they can hear you, uh, Coral.

—Yuno—
It seems like they can sense us somehow...

—Rilly—
That one almost grabbed me good, ahaha!

Coral
* Alright, then let's get closer to whoever's arms these are!

  Cliff Mason
Okay... but stay behind me.
We're gaining ground, let's keep this moving!


—Yuno—
Th-- there! The cave!!!

Yuno points with the shears to the entrance to the grotto, where a mass of those spindly winding arms are emerging.

—Yuno—
That's where Nix and I came out of, when we escaped that spikey place!

  Cliff Mason
Looks like a weakness, at that!

Coral
* It does?

  Cliff Mason
All the arms funnel through that cave-- if you want to stop a river, you don't dam it at the delta...

—Rilly—
Ahaa, I getcha! Go for--

Rilly dashes forwards and slices with her ribbon, cutting off every one of the arms emerging from the mouth of the cave.

—Rilly—
THE SOURCE!!


The crew push their way into the cave. Cliff and Rilly lead.

  Cliff Mason
Let's press this advantage. If this thing really does regenerate, we don't know how much time we--

Hands shoot down from the ceiling, grabbing Cliff and Rilly by their weapon-bearing hands!

  Cliff Mason
Gah--!

—Rilly—
AMBUSH!?

The hand on Cliff jerks up his shooting hand, making him fire his shot harmlessly at the ceiling. Hands come for Yuno and Coral, too, while Yuno ineffectually clips at them with her shears.

  Cliff Mason
Agh-- damn it!!

—Yuno—
KYAAAA-eep!!

Coral
* Whoa whoa WHOA!!









The hands carry them through the door! The four of them find themselves in that final room of Hellfuck, carried off helplessly to who-knows-where.

Coral
* Hey-- HEY!!

—Rilly—
UHHHH. PALS!?

  Cliff Mason
Grhrhh.. come... on...

Coral
* Hey, uh!!! Hands! Whoever's in this pit!! Hey!
* I know we got off to a bad start, but why don't we-- talk about this!! Hey!?




...Talk?





The hands pull them down below, below the bridge and into the pit. Cliff snatches his shooting hand free.


You want to TALK!?



Coral and Cliff and co find themselves before an angel! On its head are a pair of feathery wings where its ears should be, and for its face it has nothing but a single glassy eye, wet with tears. Around its leg is a shackle, chained to the floor beneath it, with a little spike through it piercing the angel's ankle. Most notably, though, at the angel's shoulders where the arms should be, there's instead two more bulging eyes, themselves crying tears that coalesce into ribbons, then to arms, then to a mass of innumerable hands that cling to Cliff and the girls.

WHAT COULD YOU
POSSIBLY
SAY TO ME!?







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