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There were noises coming from the kitchen.

Xiv had volunteered to go investigate. By which they meant they'd volunteered to walk behind Gillion and look at the threat while he was the one to go beat it up.

"It's not necessarily a threat!" Robert argued with them, although keeping his voice low just in case there was something to be scared of, "you can't just send Gillion in to hit a completely innocent thing with a sword."

Gillion shook his head to dismiss the worries, "although my magic is weakened, I can still tell good from evil. I will know the moment I step in there whether I need to strike this thing down."

"Sure, it's totally as black and white as that," Backflipo subtly stepped away from Gillion. He might've been nervous about which side of the coin Gillion would determine him to be on.

"Well, if you two are so opposed," Xiv looked at Robert and Backflipo, "would you rather go in yourselves?"

Xiv smiled at the resulting silence, "I thought not. Gillion is free to make his own choices."

"...that you persuaded him to do," Backflipo muttered at Xiv.

Xiv brushed off that comment and put a hand on Gillion's shoulder, "alright, let's go then. It may just be another weird Goobleck, after all."

Their first assumption was that it was a Goobleck even though the main one was still with them, but that idea was completely ditched when they got closer and heard a quiet "ekekekekeke" in the room. When Goobleck laughed it sounded a lot more like "heehoo" and a lot less like a little mischievous gremlin, so it was likely something else.

However, when Gillion carefully rounded the corner and looked in the kitchen, he saw nothing. Xiv poked their head out from behind him and couldn't spot anything either, "huh...weird."

But the sound continued, still coming from somewhere in the kitchen, "ekekekeke..."

"Show yourself, intruder!" Gillion called out, startling Xiv, "oh, sorry."

The sigh he got from Xiv was more of a response than his intended target gave. There was still no intruder in sight.

Gillion saw nothing to do other than walk further in and keep his hand close to his blade's hilt.

"We mean you no harm, unless you mean us harm, in which case we mean you a lot of harm," Xiv told the unknown foe.

They were admittedly getting tense with the continued lack of a response. Xiv glanced back and saw a camcorder being held around the corner to look at them, which they promptly flipped off, and then saw another hand coming around the corner with the same gesture.

Gillion meanwhile stayed focused on the room ahead of them, however he failed to see what was about to hit him.

"Nice juicy ankles ya got there!" The voice suddenly said something new just before Gillion felt something hitting the fins on the back of his legs and he stumbled over, just barely catching himself on the kitchen counter to stay upright- which didn't work great, since all the surfaces were still slimy and slightly green.

"Ow, my juicy ankles!" He cried out, then questioned why he'd called his ankles juicy.

"Gillion! Wait, shit, what happened?" Xiv helped him rebalance and looked around, but once again found nothing.

"I didn't see, but it- something hit me!" Gillion's hand was ready to draw Destiny's Blade, but he still didn't draw it yet. Those hits had been annoying, sure, but not particularly hard. He was still willing to give this thing the benefit of the doubt.