Louise had been listening to the conversation from the kitchen. Two pints of her steaming urine was in part responsible for the existence of these creatures, yet felt increasingly excluded from their lives, offering practical support where possible, just to stay connected. The reality was, Louise cleared up their messes, arranged their finance, did their shopping, all in lieu of gainful employment and a happy life. With her brothers having separated themselves from the antics after several court cases answering to damage done to infrastructure as the rabbits went about their jobs, Louise was the thin line between their survival and the bureaucratic nightmare of the UK court system and potentially, prison. A thankless task.
As a debate continued in the living-room, Viktor entered the kitchen to get away from the erratic talk, which by now had deviated so wildly from the problem at hand, Blue Thing could be heard shouting 'You're right, Lithuania is a toilet'. Viktor placed both hands on the counter-top, dipped his head and released a loud, long breath, then turned to see Louise unpacking several shopping bags.
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'You okay?'
'Yep. Same shit as usual. BT has zero focus and takes the rest of them on a tour of his warped gigantic head.'
'Stronger than all of you though . . . . must be annoying.' Louise remarked.
'It sickens me that we need him. You alright? What have you been up to lately?'
'You know me . . . . I live to serve.' she said sarcastically.
'Yeah . . . . well we are grateful Lou.'
'Do you think you could be grateful enough to stop Fran from shitting in the bath?'
'Ummm.'
Meanwhile . . .
Above the table where the flayed Margaret Garrity's body had been, the Heptagram gave the lightbulb element new energy, an intermittent blue fluorescent light. Disorientating, menacing, every flicker a doorway. The gap between blinks shortened in length until what had been summoned dropped into existence. A dream-spider.