Sara Has Some Issues To Work Through

The air is filled with the sound of screams, intermingling with splintery crushing noises and juicy pops. Miss Marzipan writhes and screams as she grabs for a handhold to try to pull herself from the multiple jaws of a tentacular monstrosity with far too many dimensions to be comfortable to gaze upon for any length of time. Multiple barbed tentacles slam into the flesh around her legs and burrow in, digging their way upwards through meat and bone.

Sara smiles serenly. "I remember you. Those hour-long, pompous lectures. Day after day, crushing the souls of the students in your class, just like you tried to crush mine. They called you the Wicked Witch, you know. That's actually the most polite thing we ever called you."

An arm is pulled out of its socket. Marzipan screams again.

"HELP MEEEEEEE!!!"

"Well, you know, I could, but...oh yeah, how could I ever forget THAT? I heard how you liked to lecture those kids in the showers when you filled in for the gym teacher," Sara continues, her smile widening. Marzipan's voice has taken on a shrill edge impossible for anyone sane to listen to, but Sara continued in the same reasonable, conversational tone of voice. "Don't you remember that? How they'd get passing grades if they'd spend an hour in your office with you alone. I remember all the times you 'accidentally' touched me, or how you told me I could pick up an A really fast for the whole year if I came to your house and spent the night. Good times." Her face twisted into a mask of disgust. "You really were a sick old lady, weren't you?"

The tentacles and jaws of the thing are retreating back through the floor. Marzipan's one remaining bloody hand clutches at the edges of the floor, leaving a coma of blood and gore. She screams again as an unearthly appendage spears out and shears if off at the wrist, and then she's gone.

Sara walks carefully over to the edge of the hole and peers down into the blackness. As from a very great distance, she hears Marzipan scream one last time. She toys with the severed hand with her foot for a few seconds before casually kicking it into the hole after her.

As she turns around, she sees Jasper staring at her. The rest of the restaurant is deserted. "What?"

1. "Nothing...nothing at all." Jasper stammers. He tries very hard not to think about what he just witnessed.
2. Sara doesn't quite like that look in his eyes, so she bludgeons him to death with a chair and scoops out his eyes with a melon baller.
3. "Whoah...that rocked."
4. The blood spilled onto the floor grows into several smaller, angrier clones of Miss Marzipan.
5. They floor collapses under them, and they plunged into the hole the creature came from.
6. Josh comes running in, clutching an anchor. "CANNONBALL!!" he sceams as he leaps into the hole.

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