Onto this new web

poor Meldresi XD

"Ick," Cicero repeated while he struggled to try and get out of the sticky thread. The more he pawed at it, the closer it wrapped around him. It wasn't that he couldn't move altogether, but every step he took felt super funny. Cicero put a step forward, but everything felt sticky as he did; why wouldn't it go away? "Toy done!" Cicero strictly told the sticky goo. He was done with it, it could go away no. It had to go away now.

Cicero hadn't ever lost his temper before, since most everything amused him, but now that he had lost control over his own body and every step felt sticky and weird, he was beginning to feel frustrated. "Toy done!" he repeated in irritation to the sticky stuff, shouting down at his own sticky paws, but it refused to listen. So, there was only one option left.

"Aaaaaawwwwwghhh!"

Cicero opened his mouth and started to howl and cry and shout for his mother, the only one who could possibly solve this sticky situation. He didn't even hear Damien call out for help, nor had he seen his brother fall, consumed by his own awful situation.