It's not often that the both of them are completely out of clean laundry, but the fact is that on this occasion they were both extremely busy at the same time and it didn't click that the other one wasn't doing laundry either until both their closets were bare. Aaaaaaand it's almost two in the morning.
And this is what leads to a pair of twins hauling an enormous laundry bag to an all-night laundry in the wee hours of the night.
“... is the Grandma Box as slasher flick as it sounds like or is it, like, some completely ordinary thing that someone decided to name like it was a hip horror movie.”
"...It's a box of keepsakes of our grandma, who died before we were born and who I was named after."
“- oh shit that was totally insensitive, wasn’t it, uh - sorry, I’m getting kinda primed for dramatic reveals.”
"A little, but under the circumstances I'd call it forgivable. Shit, my arm hurts."
"We're not taking the stuff impaling your arm out until the woman who can't remember her name comes back with something to sterilize it with."
"Nnnngh makes sense. Ow. ...Hey, Zeke, show her the sharp thing, I wanna know what she sees it as."
"Looks different to all of us--I see glass, Zeke metal, the amnesiac bone."
"--Huh. That's...not...objectively weirder than everything else..."
“Should I, like. Try using it to cut off the thing on the back of my head. Or would that maybe make us explode.”
"Leeeeets wait until the person who knows more about first aid than either of us comes back and takes a look at it first. And like. Let her or me do it, since we can actually see what we're doing and don't have a horribly injured arm. But yeah, that's a good idea."
“Yeah, I wouldn’t wanna be you - and could you, like, explain what happened there, like, at all? As far as I could tell it was just sorta ‘stab one: the stabbening’ but I don’t, like, know what it was like from your POV.”
"The light...was really compelling. And then I walked towards it. Because it was compelling. And then some of it sort of went--through my arm. And it occurred to me that's bad. And bits of it were reaching out to other bits of me, so I closed my eyes, and that's when it changed from 'my arm is not transparent, something is wrong' to 'ow stabbed fuck shit ow time to pass out now.'"
“This entire motherfucking situation is really super concerning and I really wanna break something but there isn’t a ton of shit to break and I wanna go home and snuggle my girlfriend and eat barbecue and adopt a puppy and break every last bone in Jan’s stupid body and his stupid face and his stupid - but instead I’m probably gonna die horribly, so, you know, fuck everything.”
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