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[ UGHHHHHH he hates this. A lot.

Algric continues to make distressed noises, brushing off spiders and/or trying to discourage them with cold. Gently? So gentle. ]

Just hang on Jon, I’m coming—

[ He’s going to try to lever himself down the pit. ]

[ In the mean time, Tim's hands wrap around the bloodied knife and... he stops. Standing still for a long moment. Listening.

Yeah, you know what? Glass freezing and heating again suddenly does shatter, doesn't it.

He walks over to the fogged, obscured glass. And there's only a second between when his waxy, boiling hand slams against the pane, and when with all of the spite and fury that comes up from the pitiful noises of Jon?? in distress, and tries to drive the bloodied knife through the - hopefully - weakened glass, and into the bulbous, spying eye of the Spider. ]

[The glass starts to crack at first under that wax hand, the lines snaking out in its own web pattern. But then the knife hits and it all shatters. The Spider closes its eye tight around the blade, hissing in pain before the room starts to rock heavily to one side before evening again.

The spiders in the pit are even worse, an uneasy squelching sound under Algric's feet on the thick web covering its entirety. There's the beginnings of a smell there, like rotten eggs and unhealthy flesh together in a pot.]

[ Algric jolts his head up at the shattering sound? But he can’t see what’s going on. ]

Tim? Are you okay?

[ He also takes an uneasy step towards the pile of… well. That. ]

I'm... FINE. [ Tim yells back, voice strained with the exertion. The rocking drags him one way, than the other but he does not let go.

The eyelid may be too tight to push further in.... But he braces his other hand on the windowsill and twists the blade, it beginning to heat up. ]

[The Spider all but screams at the pain, trying to pull away from the blade stuck in it. The smaller glass shards that fell outward scraping the other seven eyes don't help it see what's going on. Its entire attention is focused on the hot spot in front of it. Some of the larger spiders are heeding its call, coming after the one hurting it. But they don't get close enough to be hurt by the heat Tim is giving off.]

[ Oh god oh god oh god —

Algric scrabbles on this awful web floor, torn between helping Tim and staying here. None of this sounds good? Not at all. ]

Just - be careful, please!

[ He’s going to then to whoeve - whatever - is at the centre of this web. ]

[ ALGRIC SAYS GOING DOWN TO THE SMELL PIT OF DOOM ]

I'm! Very! Careful! [ He leans further out as it tries to get away, trying for any grip he can. ]

Keep your eyes pealed!

[ And if he can't keep it here, he's going to try to send as much fire and heat as he can into The Spider before it gets away. ]

[The noise it makes is nearly deafening when the flames hit. The Spider jerks its head away, leaving Tim there in the window space. Some of the flames catch and stay on its short fur as it looks to Tim again, fury in those remaining eyes.

The reaction doesn't change much of what's happening in the pit, though. The spiders are still coming and going at their usual pace. And all the visible strands are coming together in one spot: the center where a large bundle of thread sits, perfectly stationed there. It could be confused for a cocoon if it weren't for the spiders coming from inside occasionally. But the smell is drifting from it.]

[ Algric looks up nervously again — ]

All right! I will!

[ — and then shuffles forward, miserable. He already dreads whatever is in the middle of that webbing, but… he reaches out to try to break open the cocoon anyway. ]

[ Right. LOOKING FOR ANOTHER KNIFE. OR SOMETHING BETTER. Longer, preferably.

IS THERE AN AXE HERE. AN AX OF GOOD DECISIONS. ]

[In another pile on the other side of the room are some things. A lighter. A pipe. Some explosives. And sitting on top, an axe.

The threads tear under Algric's fingers, ripping with some difficulty. They weren't meant to come apart. But like opening a cast, it cracks open, the smell only worsening now becoming open to the air. A few more spiders scuttle out from the new opening and away on the strands upwards.

Inside is filled with dirt. Mud. The faint scent of blood now clearer over the rotten smell. Worms squirming to hide from the open air, deeper. And in the center, half buried in the muck and rot, Jon. His eyes nearly empty staring upward, thick strands of spider thread securing him down, and a wad of it over his mouth sealing it closed.]

[ He hates EVERY part of this -

Algric lets out a faint cry and starts digging with his bare hands, trying to pull out whatever is left of Jon down here. ]

[ Right. Tim scoops up that ax and... okay he gives a long look at those explosives... but no.

And then he darts back along that far wall, looking through the broken glass to try and find the next window nearest the Spider. ]

[Tim finds one, easy enough. A bigger window for two eyes tow watch through, though they are currently closed as it tries to shake off the last of those flames.

As soon as Algric starts trying to move him, Jon's eyes widen into alertness. Head moving trying to see what's happening. He feels himself being tugged against the buried restraints and makes a noise, quiet and broken through the spidergag.]

It's - it's okay, Jon. We're here now. Tim's fighting off the spider monster and I'm going to get you out of here.

[ He tugs gently at the gag, trying to peel it back. ]

[ He sees those closed lids- and has no idea how thick or protective they are. So he waits, adjusting his grip on the axe handle (there's a stickiness, a pull to the wax of his hands) and he readies it like a bat.

The moment that lid begins to open, he's going to swing. ]

Hey, arsehole!

[The gag tugs off, pulling at Jon's skin until it's free, and pulling a thread of magnetic tape recording with it from down in Jon's throat. At the end is a cassette that comes out at the tugging with a pop leaving Jon gasping, coughing as he tries to get fresh air in gulps.

The Spider hears the call out, stops and carefully opens a lid on the far side. Just to see. But there's contempt there, hating the Fire and its kind.]

[ THAT -

That is fucking horrifying. Algric claps a hand over his mouth while the other ... slowly ... pulls a tape out of Jon. God. He's going to have so many nightmares if he gets out of this.

Focus, Algric. Focus on Jon. He lets out another little miserable noise anyway. ]

Th-that's better! It's better. Oh god. Say something, Jon?

M-martin?

[His voice is broken and small, like it hasn't been used in decades. He makes a miserable noise in the back of his throat, limbs dead weight and tugging against the webs restraining his arms and legs into the little cocoon.]

Why- Wh-why are you here?

[ God, Jon. Algric gently moves to free the rest, then, and pull Jon into his arms. ]

Algric. It's -

[ He swallows back a small sob. ]

Tim and I are both here. We came to rescue you.

[ The far eye makes it hard, doesn't it? He might only get one shot.

He heaves the axe into a hard swing, angling it into that arachnoid eye with all of the fury and heat he can manage. ]

[Under Algric's hands, the threads tear easily enough, letting him free. Jon's weight shifts entirely to leaning on Algric, still confused.]

But-

[He eats his words as the Spider lets out another massive animalistic scream at the pain in its eye. It's being blinded and it Hates it.]

[ Ohhh god oh god. Okay. Algric is pulling harder!! ]

Arguments later! Hold on and I'll climb back out!

[Look he would help if he could! But with the restraints gone, Jon's whole body slides out of the muck and against Algric. It does send a few more spiders down his front and away out of the pit. Sends an involuntary shiver down his spine.

But he's out. He's free.]

What is the plan then?