[It’s a Herculean task in comparison for Sunny… but he does try his best. No spiders enter the hut with him on guard!
(Though was that a wisp of a leg sticking through the window? No, not really - he would learn that when they exited. Just his imagination. Always his waking terrors.)
Sunny’s own fear grows when they exited the hut to find the spiders blocking their path back down the walkway. ‘Curious,’ Frieda calls them, but Sunny knows the truth that hides behind their beady eyes. Not curious, simply dangerous. Like flies caught in a web, they sit here and-]
A-ah… matches… [Best to let Frieda dual wield the torches. Sunny lights one of the matches as a mini torch, putting the rest in his shorts pocket for easy access. Just so he doesn’t drop them.]
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(Though was that a wisp of a leg sticking through the window? No, not really - he would learn that when they exited. Just his imagination. Always his waking terrors.)
Sunny’s own fear grows when they exited the hut to find the spiders blocking their path back down the walkway. ‘Curious,’ Frieda calls them, but Sunny knows the truth that hides behind their beady eyes. Not curious, simply dangerous. Like flies caught in a web, they sit here and-]
A-ah… matches… [Best to let Frieda dual wield the torches. Sunny lights one of the matches as a mini torch, putting the rest in his shorts pocket for easy access. Just so he doesn’t drop them.]