PSL for freedomsuitsme

[two_souls_wedged_inside]

The sun dips below the Constant's horizon, the cracked moon not yet visible in the orange sky. Webber approaches the garden, stopping to marvel at a shiny purple onion bigger than their spidery head. Bigger than the icebox! Bigger than Glommer! They poke it, then sniffle involuntarily and dab at their eyes as a puff of onion gas escapes.

"It's making all our eyes tear up... Oh, Mr. Maxwell! We have something important to tell you!" They wave their more human-sized arms at the tall, thin man currently digging Spiny Bindweed vines out from between the vegetable crops with a shovel. "WX asked if it was okay to invite Mr. Eyeball over tonight and Ms. Wicker said they could do it so we need to make sure everyone's ready!"

This is definitely not the way WX-78 phrased their request; Webber's paraphrasing.

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[two_souls_wedged_inside]

"The big bug didn't hurt us," Webber says, and glances at their arm. There's a nick in their exoskeleton where the first of the little fruit flies got them, but it's just a bit sore. They've got a bit of a headache from their musical efforts and they're starting to get hungry. "Can we have a snack?"

It's getting darker. Wasn't there something he was supposed to do? Right, watering the plants! He takes the watering can out and gives them a sprinkle. As he does, a prismatic beam of light erupts from the camp, shooting off into the sky above.

You feel an evil presence watching you...

[freedomsuitsme]

He feels the hairs on the back of his neck raise.

"That insufferable automaton, they couldn't even be bothered to wait- come on, child! We'll fix you a snack once we've stopped this from spiraling out of control.

He bolts for the center of camp.

[two_souls_wedged_inside]

Webber skitters after him, stuffing their leggy head into a football helmet as they go.

The Eye of Terror turns its gaze toward Walani

The surfer looks up languidly at the enormous eyeball. "Stop lookin' at me like that, eyeball-dude."

It responds with a guttural bellow. Wilson, Willow, and WX-78 come running from their positions by the Terrarium, already equipped for battle.