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The Final Trial
The Final Trial ‹ Mastermind ›

The dream world that they enter is shrouded in darkness. What was always an everlasting night has now taken even the stars from them. The only light comes from small, floating torches that flicker. Through what little light they have to guide them, they can see a small familiar form waiting up ahead. Coming closer, they can indeed tell that Sheepy is waiting.
Now more than ever it is important that they arm themselves with the evidence that they have collected regarding the mastermind behind all this. Because this is the only chance they'll ever get to present it. Though death has always been the risk, now it's all or nothing.
Sheepy waits for them all to join her before grinning.
"Well, well, well... here we all are. Not all that many of you left, are there? Ah-- but then... maybe there won't be any of you left after this. Keheheheheh!! So let's make the most out of this last little session, shall we? Think you have it all figured out? Well let's find out. Like you were told, you gotta name all the remaining gunmen as well as the mastermind. So. Let's begin."
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[ She was really trying not to think about that. ]
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[...AS HAS BEEN NOTED ELSEWHERE, HE IS ABOUT AS BLUNT AS A SOCK FULL OF BATTERIES TO THE FACE, I'M SO SORRY]
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[Wait, does that mean she isn't Shelley Winters? Oh my god, existential crisis isn't something she wanted right now]
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I did something that got Myca killed because I wanted proof that the hostages were real. I have a few good reasons to think they're copies.
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But the sheep chose to try to guilt-trip me instead of letting Myca do the work for her; she put forth a damn heroic amount of effort into trying to make me feel guilty and acted like I'd have to deal with Myca knowing what I'd done. Which I would've, if she hadn't conveniently knocked her out first. Couldn't ask her questions, couldn't get any sort of reaction out of her, she was just out cold before she was brought to me.
We've also only seen everyone on that video acting drugged - which, okay, maybe they are. But.
[...Let him go over to one of those FIFTEEN FUCKING IDENTICAL CATS that are here because why the fuck did anyone let him submit evidence. He'll pick it up, it's been pretty remarkably chill all day so he doesn't foresee any problems in doing so.]
Number Twelve hasn't really been all that lively since we made him. No meowing, no sass, no nothing. I put tape on Number Seven and he let me do it, for fuck's sake. I dunno, maybe they're just based on a real docile cat.
Or maybe printed copies are shit at acting like they should.
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Please don't actually name that poor cat Number Seven.
[#priorities]
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[#PRIORITIES]
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[...looks...down...at cat...with note on it...]
...I mean, assuming Number Seven can hate anything, he's not all that great in the personality department.
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They're like...empty shells. Everything on the outside is right, but nothing on the inside.
But if that's the case why are we fine?
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[...At least he's honest about it.]
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But if there was no such discrepancy, there is a hole in the argument. I'm sure his regain cat was printed as much as all our regains were.
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[See: Really, fussy.]
And he's not always very good with strangers either.
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Was there anything off about the copy of Murr that you have had around this far? Was he fussy?
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[GUESS HE WAS WRONG.]
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[And then there's Number Twelve over here, just. chilling.]
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[But these cats are chill. Like. Well. Good cats. Almost too good...]
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[ She's basically been holding him since she took him out of the printer pod, um. He's like a breathing plush or something.
Pet, pet. It may be lobotocat but petting it is still soothing. ]
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Are you saying we are not our real selves?
[ ... funny as it is, at this rate it is somehow reassuring to think the real him might still be following his purpose. ]
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