Ghoul wastes no time in legging it away from the bathroom and towards the easiest exit (especially since he spies the other creep further down the hall, so that direction's a bust), only to find himself face to face with some menacing looking lady-figure. He doesn't take to surprises very well, much less when those surprises are giant haunted dolls, so he lets his instincts carry him.
His instincts have decided that yelling, "Fuck!" and slamming the Queen backwards is the best course of action. She goes skidding across the floor much more violently than she would if she'd been shoved by a person with normal levels of strength, but Ghoul doesn't seem to notice. He doesn't seem to notice who it is either- he's too busy shaking his hands like he's trying to fling invisible germs off them, and even goes so far as to wipe them off on one of the girls' shoulders. Whoever is closer. He doesn't give a shit. "Ugh, I fuckin' touched it."
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Ghoul wastes no time in legging it away from the bathroom and towards the easiest exit (especially since he spies the other creep further down the hall, so that direction's a bust), only to find himself face to face with some menacing looking lady-figure. He doesn't take to surprises very well, much less when those surprises are giant haunted dolls, so he lets his instincts carry him.
His instincts have decided that yelling, "Fuck!" and slamming the Queen backwards is the best course of action. She goes skidding across the floor much more violently than she would if she'd been shoved by a person with normal levels of strength, but Ghoul doesn't seem to notice. He doesn't seem to notice who it is either- he's too busy shaking his hands like he's trying to fling invisible germs off them, and even goes so far as to wipe them off on one of the girls' shoulders. Whoever is closer. He doesn't give a shit. "Ugh, I fuckin' touched it."