The Living Room
It's...odd. The only door in this place that could possibly head outside is locked tightly, guarded by what looks to be a number code and an entire loaded machine gun. Surrounding this door looks to be a strange, almost expansive living space, leading to a door to the theatre room and access to the main hallway.
Ivan: "There's another one!"
Arsenic: "Another one!?"
As Arsenic turned the corner to the living room, there it was.
Another green door, right next to the gun-guarded door nobody's tried to mess with.
"When has there been two doors for a new section!? I mean, I knew we'd get one...but does it loop around, or something...!?"
Ivan: "You think I know!? I hate architecture! It's like a puzzle game, but in 3D and it hurts your back! Ask the shrimp, or Paradi, or whatever."
Arsenic: "Ghk-!"
She shooshes Ivan, putting a finger to his mouth. "Don't start saying their name out loud! You might make them show up-"
Paradi: They're sitting on a nearby chair, drinking a soda.
Arsenic: "AAAAGH-!"
She hisses at the sight of them, banging her tail on the floor. "YOU! Don't you have other things to do besides stare at us, you piece of shit!? Don't think I've just FORGOTTEN how many strings you've pulled...!"
Paradi: "Ahah...your wrath is music to my ears, Arsenic. What do you wish to do, hm? Kill me?"
Arsenic: ...She backs up, growling.
"I'm not falling for that. If you die, the prawn just comes back, and I'm executed...that's the trick you're trying to pull, isn't it!?"
Paradi: "Oh, perhaps...but wouldn't your dear Fire be so happy to have my guts strewn across the floor? Think about it...I wouldn't object to a grotesque funeral."
Arsenic: Upon hearing that word, that nickname, she bares her fangs in rage and almost lets out a screech. Her tiny body is ready to pounce on them, until...
...She feels Ivan's hand on her shoulder, and remembers.
Burn it all down.
"...Kill yourself." She says, a tear falling down her face as she pushes the violent urge down.
"Ivan, let's go explore this place."
Ivan: As Arsenic enters the green door, Ivan follows with a concerned frown...before glancing back at Paradi.
"...Can you just tell me one thing, Paradi?"
Paradi: They take a sip of their soda.
"Go on."
Ivan: "...Why? Why did you take over the show, and continue to subject everyone to this?"
Paradi: ...They shrug.
"I was told to take over if anything went wrong. And the prawn regretting its role was reason enough to do so, yes? It would've been a disaster if we had someone switch sides."
Ivan: "...I see."
With his judgemental eyes still cast upon them, they finally close the door.