Chapter 65: Ch. 64 – Nether Jedi

Miserable had not been severe enough a word.

Momo had been tasked with paint duty. With Septim busy as the new [Interior Decorator], Sera needed someone to mindlessly lather the rest of the castle in Nether. Luckily, zomboid Septim had taken care of most of the chambers, leaving only the Banquet Hall unpainted.

Coincidentally, the Banquet Hall happened to be the largest room in the entire fort. Momo had a sneaking suspicion that Sera had been saving it as capital punishment – a penalty for only the most severe of wrongdoings. Naturally, Nia had sprung it on Momo without a second thought.

Why couldn’t Vivienne have been her girl scout captain? This sucks.

Her arm ached as she swiped the wall with the brush again. She frowned as the Nether bounced off of it, slapping her in the face like a rubber boomerang.

The worst thing was not the painting – but the paint. Momo actually enjoyed painting, among other activities that required zero neuron activity. The problem was that Nether was a stubborn material. It loathed to be told where to go. As Momo stroked her brush over the walls, only a sliver of the Nether actually stuck. The rest sprung off with disobedient glee, spraying her clothes and hair.

Great. Now not only were her clothes tattered, but they stunk of the afterlife.

A piece of parchment fluttered into existence, instantly becoming damp with black ink as it slotted into her hands. She grasped for it, but it slid out of her grip, landing in the pool of sticky nothingness that had layered the ground below her. After slip-sliding for several minutes – looking altogether like a circus clown – she grabbed ahold of it.

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