You promised your friend to get something from the basement. But when you reach the last step, something feels off.

Milk:

(Carlos} oh hey

Milk: I promised Timmy to get him some Sulfur Hexafluoride.

(Carlos} ohok

Milk: *he grabbed a bottle of Sulfuric Acid* Eh, he won't mind, he's dead. *he chugged a bottle of acid that could literally melt metal*

(Carlos} Dead, eh
Wheres his corpse

Milk: On the couch.

(Carlos} Ok
(He left the basement for the first time in months)

*there was a mutilated sheep carcass on the couch*

Milk: Hey Timmy.

(Carlos} l a m b c h o p s

Milk: Don't forget to say hi to Bartholomew. *he pointed to the demon on all fours on the counter*

(Carlos} They have weapons strong enough to neutralize god-like beings

Milk: Bet imma throw down

(Carlos} I got an idea

Milk: Yes

(Carlos} Oh hey Bartholomew

Batholomew:

(Carlos}

Milk:

(Carlos} Hol up
You feel that?
(Nothing can be felt at all)

Milk: I feel the awakening of a new soviet union.

(Carlos} No, not that.
Frick, theyre here

Milk: FBI? Don't worry, they're in the attic.

(Carlos} Not that either.
A.C.R.A. agents.
Hide before they find you

Milk: I'm no girl.

???: "you know i can see you. i can see what you look like" (i have no idea what that monster looks like)

...

Jacob: s u s

(The eyes dissapear)

Jacob: * Leaves the basement *

(Hands extend from the shadows and grab Jacob)
(???} YOUR GOIN TO BRAZIL, BUCKAROO

Jacob: okay