Once the food was ready, it was piled up on two trays. Seymour grabbed one in each hand to carry over to the table. No sooner had he set them down than Day snatched three cheeseburgers and shoved them right into her mouth with the wrapper still on.
“Hey, hey!” Seymour laughed. “You’re supposed to take the paper off.”
Day swallowed. “Why?”
“Because… it will taste better.”
Day seemed skeptical, but she daintily peeled back the wrapper before gobbling down the next cheeseburger. She meowed and grinned, exclaiming, “Oh! That is much better!”
“See? Told ya’.” Seymour sat in front of Sariel and Day to help block the rest of the restaurant from seeing a bunch of disappearing cheeseburgers, and he picked absently at some of the fries. “So.”
“So,” Sariel echoed as he opened up a bottle of milk for Day.
Seymour took a deep breath. “This is bad, right?”
“It is definitely not good.”
“Can some spell really hurt all monsters?”
“I do not know.” Sariel frowned. “I would have to imagine that spirits and other undead entities like Day would be unaffected because the spell refers to blood.”
“What about Dagobert?”
“Though he is undead, there is still blood in his veins. It would still be a risk.”
Seymour swallowed hard and reached out for Sariel’s hand. “Are you… at risk?”
“Depending on the strength and specific intent of the spell, yes.” Sariel frowned, letting his fingers curl around Seymour’s. “We still do not know what it does. Assuming the worst is our best course of action. Themostri ribellihave always had devious intentions, but this does not make much sense.”
“Why?”
“They are monsters too. Why create something that would destroy them as well?”
“Not to mention so many innocents.” Day frowned. “I should eat more of ’em.”
“Reckon we gotta find ’em first.” Seymour chewed on a fry. “Any ideas where they might be hidin’? That list of locations hasn’t exactly been the most helpful.”
“But we found the beacon. And I ate many monsters.”
“Yes, a very good point.” Seymour reached over the table with his other hand to give her a scratch. “But we’re kinda stuck back in the same place again. We know they wanna play this fucked-up music, use the beacons to play it in all these monster places, but…”
“But?”
“Where are they gonna play the music? And how?” Seymour frowned thoughtfully. “There’s gotta be somethin’ else we’re missin’.”
“We are missing a brain still,” Sariel pointed out.
“Maybe that’s it. What exactly does Tally boy’s brain do?”
“We know it is the source of his power, but I cannot say whether or not his abilities to manipulate technology can be tapped into by merely having possession of it.”
“But they got these beacon things, right? That are supposed to, like, boost a signal?”
“Yes, we already know that.”
Seymour thought it over for a moment, and he found himself staring at the veins in the crook of his arm. “Maybe it’s like… busting through a clot.”
“A clot?” Day daintily wiped off her mouth with a napkin. “What do you mean?”
