Sad watched Dead and Satan have their fifth staring match for the evening. They hadn't spoken a word to each other the entire time, only stared deeply into each other's eyes.

Satan stared at Dead.

Dead stared at Satan.

"What's it like having a living brother, Dead?" Satan taunted, though it wasn't a good taunt because it wasn't something Dead felt sad about.

"I don't know, what's it like having...your face?" Crap. That comeback was terrible. The whole conversation was terrible. Why were they even having it? They were both so terrible at arguing.

The two returned to their staring match.

Dead leant in closer to Satan.

Satan leant in closer to Dead.

They glared at each other, noses scrunched to deter people from the accidental gay subtext.

Satan clicked his fingers and Dead's head exploded. This was getting boring. He stood up and glared at Sad. "Don't get any ideas."

Othilli watched from the walls as the new inmate made the brown haired, conventionally attractive human explode. This was bad. The brown hair one was its favourite. Favourite Inmate would just die again and again if Othilli brought it back. This new inmate was bad, very bad. Othilli did not want Favourite to go boom again.

The new inmate must be removed.

Sometimes eldritch abominations made fun of Othilli for taking pity on humans. Sometimes they looked down at it. But it would not let that happen to it. It was going to make a blog on the omninet and get loads of followers and share the joy of humans and then when it got famous nobody would make fun of it.

And if they did, Othilli could just ask its followers to kill them.

But it wouldn't do that, it was a nice being. But there would always be the underlying threat that it could, at any second, send hundreds of abominations to kill any of them at any second.

Othilli made sure the humans would not die if they came across it and rendered itself in the room where all the humans resided. The surprised shriek given by Bad, New Human told it that they had not expected its presence.

Even though it had given so many signs.

How could they miss a sound that was several million hertz? Surely they would have heard it. It was so loud.

"What the hell is that?"

Everyone in the common room stared at the strange creature that had just appeared. It looked like a stingray, except with a long tentacle at the back instead of a spike, and twisty purple markings all over it. It had 72 short centipede-like legs and four tentacles protruding from some sort of orifice on the top of its body. So really nothing like a stingray at all.

A low rumble came from its body and shook the walls. Sad, Satan, and Marilyn sheltered themselves behind a couch.

Dead appeared in the middle of the room, looking around confusedly.

Satan stood up and held out a hand. "Oh no you don't-" He clicked his fingers, but nothing happened. "-huh?"

Sad also stood up. "Dead?"

"Sad?" Dead looked over.

Sad jumped over the couch and jumped down on Dead with open arms, sharing a super manly bro hug.

Dead's guard was down. Satan took his chance to kill again and reached out to grasp Dead's neck, but he was stopped by a purple tentacle.

"What the-" The moment he pulled his hand away, Satan disintegrated into hundreds of thousands of tiny pieces of dust. The dust was swept into a vortex, which sucked up a few volumes of Anthropomorphic Erotica as it spun.

And then it was gone.

The large stingray thing waved its tentacles around erratically and stroked Dead's head.

"What the heck?" Dead wanted to hit the tentacle off, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Mostly because he could feel his head disappearing and he wasn't sure exactly where anything was. But also because it was a nice gesture from what hopefully was the thing that had just saved his life.

Maybe he should have worked that out before letting it stroke his hair.

"Dead, this-" Marilyn gestured to the thing with an open hand. It stopped stroking him and waved a tentacle back at Marilyn- "is the one you summoned."

It made a few sounds that were a bit like static, but also unlike static, and created an earthquake exclusive to the room they stood in. Those closest to the sound, which was everyone in the room at that moment, felt a trickle of blood in their ears, and then heard nothing, and then heard everything.

Marilyn rubbed her head. "It says its name is Othilli."

"You understood that?"

Othilli waved its tentacles around before disappearing, like a video game glitch, there one second and not the next.

Marilyn didn't answer. "I think it likes you."

Lily, Spencer, and Jeremy sat in the loungeroom. They ignored all the sounds they had heard from the common room.

Lily assumed that someone had opened a book of Anthropomorphic Erotica, and it was screaming at them. Jeremy thought someone had accidentally left the TV on.

Spencer was just really, really high.

"Yeah, I agree. Shakespeare is overrated."

Spencer folded his arms and glared at Jeremy. "How dare you."

The conversation ground to a halt while Spencer kept glaring at Jeremy. Nobody had anything else to say anyway.

Jeremy was the first to break the silence. "Lily, I must ask something."

Lily looked over to him. "Go for it."

"I know it's only been two days and we're trapped in a house of death, but I love you, Lily. Will you marry me?"

END OF DAY TWO