Backdated 3/7

[maidhem]

OHMIGOODDDDDD I THINK I BROKE HIM!!!!!!!

[Attached to the sudden message to the network late at night is a photo of Kei Shiragaki underneath a massive pile of boxes that had toppled over at a storage unit somewhere in the middle of town.

Felicia, panicked, did the first thing that came to mind:

Post to Retrospec.]

I swear to god if this is that doll I'm going to scream. Maybe it really was cursed. Maybe we shouldn't have tried to take it from it's lair...
[Following this is more rambling, babbling text message that string together into something nonsensical. Someone, help this girl.]

Comments

[maidhem]

I'll get him out! I'll get him out!!!

[aintjustaweapon]

I mean he's probably not dead but you don't want him to smother under there.

[maidhem]

I know, but my dad packed these boxes and they're too heavy for me to lift on my own.

[aintjustaweapon]

Oh man.
Do you need a hand movin' 'em?
I can try to come help.

[maidhem]

I've got a couple of guys coming now, but we won't say no if you know an exorcist!

[aintjustaweapon]

In case you killed him and gotta chase his ghost away?

[maidhem]

In case the doll I was going to give him really is cursed!

[aintjustaweapon]

Why would you give someone a doll that might be cursed?!