C-THM01 (Nov 8, 1995)
Puzzle
“You have no choice—No light, no knights, no frights, no eyesight, no nights, no blights, no cut-wrights, no voodoo-sprites.”
#1313 Trivia, 1 Word
Clue
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Clue 1: ??
Clue 2: ??
Clue 3: ??
Answer and Explanation
Answer: ??
Explanation: ??
Summary of Receipt
Umbra visits 1313. He warns her not to continue searching for Mr. Clemens - he’s not someone who can be trusted. He also says something about occupying God’s - Bird’s -place as ruler of the universe and rewriting Fate.
Transcript
RECEIPT #001
FILED UNDER: CAFE-THM
DATE: 11/E/95
EMPLOYEE #1313
That Hatman creep, Mrs. Umbra or whatever, paid me a visit last night in my own room. Gross, right? I think he wanted me to convey some sort of threat or whatever about us meddling with the consorts. I bet he chose me to deliver it because he thought I’d be scared shirtless after the whole Xavier thing. Maybe I was a bit scared, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Also, I don’t know if he was bluffing or what, but his like paralysis thingy didn’t work on me like at all. He seemed genuinely surprised, but then again, I don’t know if he just wants us to think I’m immune to his powers or whatever, so he can use that against us later. Also, he said some weird ass stuff about being God. Probably just one big, weird psych-out.
S.O.T.
#1313: What the hell are you supposed to be?
Mrs. Umbra: A customer. How odd… You seem to be resisting my paralysis spell.br>
#1313: Paralysis? Oh, don’t tell me, you’re that Hatman loser?
Mrs. Umbra: Hatman? Yes, I suppose I have heard that name before. And you… yes, I know you. My associate killed your boyfriend, didn’t he?
#1313: Ex. What do you creeps want anyway?
Mrs. Umbra: For your little Café to back off. I know you are seeking the Mysterious Stranger. Cease now.
#1313: No.
Mrs. Umbra: No? Do you really think it’s that simple, then?
#1313: Yeah, why not? What’s little priest-y Satan gonna do if we don’t?
Mrs. Umbra: This is not a warning from Satan. This is a warning—no—threat—from me. The Mysterious Strange is not to be trusted. None of its ilks are. Tell me, [#1313], what would you give to be God?
#1313: God?
Mrs. Umbra: Master and maker of the universe. You know, I’ve heard there’s a vacancy. And me? I would do anything to fill it. I have nothing left to lose, after all. No one can stop me from rewriting Fate. Especially not the likes of your pathetic little coffee shop. Xavier? That’s what Satan will do to reach his goals. You don’t want to see what I will do to reach mine.
#1313: You don’t scare me.
Mrs. Umbra: Not yet.
E.O.T.