Following the line of Gamer-shaped holes in the wall, one would pass through a hallway, a bathroom being used by an onryō applying makeup, a closet full of spooky, scary, skeletons, and finally into a grand bedroom. Gamer caught his breath against a wall where a window looked outside. He tried crashing through it, but the magical mansion reinforced the windows. He rubbed the bruise on his forehead.
The bedroom he trampled into was fit to the nines. It had a well-made, duvet-covered bed with a canopy, ornate furniture, tea sets and pictures, and a breathtaking vanity desk.
"Praise be my phobia. When all else fails, bitching out succeeds," Gamer wallowed in pride. He noted the picture frames and the people in them. It showed Queen Yaga alive, posing by herself or with others. One picture showed her in her wedding gown next to Ouija at the altar. Marco clapped for their engagement in the background.
"Interesting. They must be related, and this had to take place before they lost their memories..." Gamer said about the two men, especially since Marco took the best man's place. Without a sign of Persica, it must have been before Marco saved her from Lord Shellie. Just how much history was missing in their lives due to their eternal gamenation? Ouija and Yaga seemed so happy, "They were married..."
"They were..." a baba floated down from the canopy. A few more lingered, all with sorrowful expressions. They hummed a haunting ditty to backdrop the baba who lowered to Gamer's level. The baba that spoke held back tears while staring at Lady Yaga's portrait, "...until Lady Yaga passed before her time to a nasty disease. Ouija couldn't live without her. He spent every day and night researching how to bring the dead back to life. Nothing else mattered to the man."
"It caused estrangement from his friends, and even his brother, Marco. He ended up isolated here in his mansion. Ouija toiled in his lab until he could find a way to control spirits. It drove him mad, and he even experimented with inanimate objects and unspeakable practices with corpses. He killed and manipulated the body of Yaga's younger sister. Now she stalks the halls as a brutish, mindless monstrosity. What started as a labor of love turned into a sick perversion of life."
"Yet, the taboo work paid off. He first found a way to make us lingering spirits real, and used such forbidden knowledge to bring his love back. We're constrained by his Holstergeist machine. It gave us shape in this world. It binds us, though, and prevents us from a peaceful rest. The same can be said for our queen. She could never forgive Ouija for his horrendous acts and selfish needs. His madness prevents him from caring, only concerned with having her around as some sort of denial to death. Our poor queen! She sings and puts on shows, but it's just a façade. She will never truly be free under Ouija's control."
"We're not allowed to do anything outside Ouija's purview, and he refuses to even show our queen love anymore. This life...is horrible. We could really use help with..." the baba started to turn to Gamer with rising hope. However, there was only a Gamer-in-midrun-shaped hole in the wall, "HE RAN?!"
Gamer slammed through drywall after drywall to escape the babas. It only scared any babas chilling out in other rooms and awaiting a jumpscare or prank. It fueled Gamer's dash, and left the ghosts in the dust, "They're not gonna gank my ass! I gotta find Ouija and get that vacuum. If he came from below, I bet there's a basement access. Yo, Samira, are you there?"
"༼ つ ╹ ╹ ༽つ 三三ᕕ( >⌓<)ᕗ bruh, they are overstimulating my computer! It's a GD Coachella light show over here!! ┗( ˙⌓˙ )┓三三 they're hacking my picture folders full of bare feet ᕕ( '◔⌓◔ )ᕗ They are inside my windows! Door stuck! Door stuck!" Samira sent.
"Uh...is there anything I can do to help?" Gamer asked.
"Nope, I'm gucci! I love this stuff cuz I get to play around. I mean, maybe if you low key take out the ghost lady or whoever controls them, I'll have an easier time. Just lemme know when you need a pick-me-up. Buh byyye!!! 三三ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ" Samira's text box cut one of the violet text boxes in half. A few more ghost texts appeared, and Samira's spun like a pizza off the screen.
Gamer stopped upon realizing something; Minnie's cannonball on the piano collapsed the floor, and he easily Oh Yeah-ed his way through the walls. The mansion's structure was fragile.
He opened his inventory and took out the tanuki tail. He ate it, and in a matter of moments, his body became hugged by a bodysuit. He looked like a brown fur raccoon, with ears and a fluffy tail. However, a large set of testicles grew out from under Gamer. They were so robust, Gamer could sit on them. At first, he was concerfused; that's confused and concerned for anybody whose first language isn't English, or you're using a VPN to view content from outside the United States...Jacob! Similar to Cammy's wand, Gamer felt the ball's magic like a guide. The flight Persica mentioned came from them.
Gamer checked under the bodysuit and saw that he still wore the police uniform. He could very well take the suit off if he wanted. Suit power ups seemed to work differently compared to the body enhancement drugs. He nodded, "I'm a raccoon police officer. Groovy."
Gamer called upon his magical funbag to float up. His huge balls flapped back and forth slightly to generate lift. Upon reaching the ceiling, a few of the babas popped through the last void he created.
"Wait! We need to give more exposition!" the baba pleaded.
"You'll never take me alive!" Gamer grinned. He used the suit's magic to turn into a statue. He transformed into a solid stone version of his normal self. Though he couldn't move, all of his senses were still intact. The weight plummeted him into and through the floor. It made quick work of the wood and foundation, and gave him access to the level below.
One baba turned to the other, "Were those his balls?"