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lily's not sure what's worse - the eldritch abomination trying to eat reality, or her alternate timeline selves (or, heartsbloods and fuchsias in all night laundry)
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And then her smile fades, and she glances in the light's direction. 

Then - deep breath, and, cautiously, she creeps forward.

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There's -

A television, screen bright, just sitting there, tilted back and half buried in the mud. There's no evidence of electrical outlets, and...

It looks like the TV from the laundromat, actually.

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"So spooky mystery TV that either has been modified to run off of mud-proof batteries, or has been modified to run off of definitely not physics."

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"...It's the television from the laundromat, isn't it."

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"Yup."

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Heavy sigh.

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Snicker. "I think we can slip behind it, just stay out of the beam and avoid looking at the screen on the off chance it's evil."

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"Sure." She rounds the corner to stare uneasily at the television. 

"...It might've been behaving weirdly right before I entered the laundromat, but, I don't actually remember for sure."

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"So, the spookiness might not be new spookiness, got it."

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Nod.

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"Cool."

"I'll go first, then you follow?"

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"Works."

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She makes it behind the weird TV and down the tunnel without incident, turning to flash Lily a thumbs up. "Brain's not melted by too much screen time yet, happy to say."

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She snorts. "Last thing I need is metaphors getting mixed up in this, you know."

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"Might be allegory if the entire story is the message, I think?"

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"I though allegory was, like Animal Farm, where everything's changed."

She starts slogging over to the other woman.

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"A tiny baby allegory, then."

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"Don't think that's a thing."

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And then, as she approaches the TV -

The air starts filling with a strange black static, like soot bubbling into reality and then fading. It smells burnt, even above the rest of the mud.

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She stops in her tracks.

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"The fuck?"

" - You see that, right."

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"The soot, yeah."

That's the wrong word, but, there aren't any right words to use here.

She starts backing away.

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The soot fades as she gets distance, and then vanishes from sight entirely.

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"So it's reacting to you."

"I can try moving it out of the tunnel - it doesn't look that heavy..."

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"Feels risky."

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