It took a while for Futurekat to track down Opal. Having appeared in a way less convenient location than he would’ve preferred, he spent the last several moments wandering around the massive, snaking hallways of the horrorterror’s estate, starting to wonder if the real worst case scenario wasn’t so much as ending up on the floor convulsing, but running himself mad as he walked circle after circle in foreign territory. Luckily, it’d all worked out. One could only open so many doors before locating the correct one.
“Before you think I’m an axe murderer and smash a pot over my head, I’m Futurekat,” he quickly recites as he enters the room. Better safe than sorry. Amnesiacs were incredibly unpredictable when they had nothing to trust. “Maybe when you remember everything, you should consider reformatting this place. Like, I get it’s big. You’re big and tentacle-y when you want to be, so maybe it’s to accommodate your size. But how many rooms does a deity need? Why all the storage space?”