Chapter 20: The Bridge of Passive-Aggressive Damnation
"You may now cross the bridge."
The trio finally let out a breath of relief. The torment from Granny Plops was over—at least for now.
Finn grabbed the box containing the talking head, and they stood together before the rickety bridge. A sudden gust of wind swept across the ravine, making the old wooden planks sway and creak ominously.
’How convenient...’ Finn sighed.
As they stepped closer, soft whispers began rising from below. A thick fog slowly rolled in under the bridge, swallowing up the view beneath.
’What the hell is it with this world and fogs?!’ Finn mentally groaned.
Then, behind them—a loud creak. They turned quickly.
Granny Plops... was gone.
Vanished.
The elf looked around, devastated. "My panty collection... she took everything!"
Majestria’s eye twitched. "That bitch made me do all that and then left?!"