[Beaker's fine, just a little muddy- no broken puppet bones here! He looks around, terrified, expecting to be sharing space with a skeleton or a coffin. Luckily, he's alone in this hole.
He grabs the other Beaker's hand gladly, and hoists himself back up with the other's help.
Beaker lies flat on the ground, panting a little- both from climbing and from panicking. He knows, of course, that all these graves and gravestones have to be fake- there's no way they'd bury REAL people here just for a theme park ride- but it still feels. Eerie. More eerie than it should be.
Hm. It just occurred to him that there's nobody in line. That's weird.]
i hope no diehard haunted mansion fans get mad at us if we dont have 100% accurate descriptions
[Beaker's fine, just a little muddy- no broken puppet bones here! He looks around, terrified, expecting to be sharing space with a skeleton or a coffin. Luckily, he's alone in this hole.
He grabs the other Beaker's hand gladly, and hoists himself back up with the other's help.
Beaker lies flat on the ground, panting a little- both from climbing and from panicking. He knows, of course, that all these graves and gravestones have to be fake- there's no way they'd bury REAL people here just for a theme park ride- but it still feels. Eerie. More eerie than it should be.
Hm. It just occurred to him that there's nobody in line. That's weird.]