Shelly, again, felt pretty good in her situation. The happiest she’d been since her vanished state in Inkopolis…and, as she thought of that, she felt her heart be brought down again. In this quiet moment to herself, she noted that she might be the only Inkling who made it to this new world. It saddened and horrified her, especially when it looked like, from her friends perspective, she just upped and vanished from view. What would they think of her if or when the statue was dealt with? What would they expect if they went back to the same spot later and realized that she didn’t come with them to safety?
She tried thinking positively again to keep calm and prevent noise but, this time, it was to no avail. Her head was racing with horrible images of Octarians, the statue rising out of Inkopolis Bay, her friends running for their lives…and said friends accusing her of things. She even heard these words in their voices too! ‘How you could you do this to us? Leaving us to die!? What sort of friend are you?! We shouldn’t have trusted you to begin with!’; all these messages, one after another, it was affecting her mental stability. As a result, she found it hard to keep herself concentrating on staying quiet
Shelly: “ƨﾄƒp ƒﾄ! ǫιƒʌƨƒ! ι ʋιʋи’ﾄ ʌƨг ﾄǫ ↄǫᚢƒ ξƒrƒ!”
She tried to say to herself ‘Stop it! Please! I didn’t ask to come here!’ but it wasn’t working, the voices intensified in her head. They made more statements that would sound ridiculous to a normal person. ‘Bet you planned on us to die? You only wanted our gear all along! Talk about the ultimate plan…’; these mental claims only exasperated her further!
Shelly: “ƨﾄƒp ƒﾄ, ƨﾄƒp ƒﾄ!, ƨﾄƒp ƒﾄ! Ƨﾄƒƒƒƒƒƒƒp ιιιιιιιιιιιﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄ!”
Her concentration was broken and, thus, in her moment of severe anguish, she thrashed her box open and got out from under the bed, inadvertently turning back into her new quadruped form. She was too distressed and on the verge of tears to even notice the noise she was making
Shelly: “ƒ ʋƒʋи’ﾄ ιƒʌvƒ ǫjɖ ƒи pƒrpƒƨƒ! ƒ ʋƒʋ-…”
She huddled herself in the corner of the bedroom, burying her front hooves in her face and broke down crying
Gerald followed Utonium to Whistler. He looked at the boards around him and noted the progress he was making
Gerald: “Heh, you sure outdone yourself, Whistler”
As Gerald made a quiet comment to himself, the other voice in his head spoke up again
???: “This scientist is wasting his time with trivial matters. He should be working on a way to deal with all these new realities we’ve been encountering!”
Gerald: Turns to the voice “I’m sure he, Utonium, Twilight and many others can figure out a way to do it. Question is, will it work in time?”
???: “I hope so…for my sake and yours…”
The voice quietly vanished as Gerald turned his head to see Whistler by the repair unit, along with Plant Man reactivating himself
Gerald: “Hey hey! Looking like a strong recovery is in order!”