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Eret hated to give the Eggpire credit, but at least they did decorate well. If he didn't know any better, he would've thought it looked "welcoming."
The red was almost overpowering; red vines everywhere, nether brick chairs and tables, dim red lighting, even their dress code had to be red.
The giant red egg also didn't help anything. Eret felt like it was pulsing, like a heartbeat, and it was like it was in his head and he couldn't get it out.
They all sit down at the table. Eret and Niki glance at each other before anxiously readjusting their dresses even though they didn't need to.
It was hot and claustrophobic, and despite the good food, he had no appetite. They came here for one reason and one reason only; to destroy the egg.
The chest of hidden weapons the group had put there before was there and ready in case things went south. The Eggpire wanted to "talk it out" and "Come to an understanding" but as far as he knew, neither he, Puffy, or Niki were in the mood for negotiation.
They needed to put a stop to the egg.
Whatever the cost.
Blood will be spilled tonight.
The question is: Whose?