Buffy Summers
is dead!
Know that Yamanh of Hoht has killed the Slayer!
Scream his name,
dance his clan's war stomp,
for he is mighty and merciless!
Who the hell are you?
This is up. You have to leave. Now.
I leave, Yamanh'll bring his whole army upstairs,
and that's what I was sent here to stop.
- He will kill you. - Could be.
- So you have go. - Get to the surface.
Tell them he's massing and where.
Tell them they have to hit him now.
I didn't lay my faerie eggs inside your inner ear canal to watch you die.
Huh?
I said something else. - Eggs?
It's not fatal. And I didn't do it.
Go.
Be here when I get back.
Slayer's honor.
I love you, Buffy.
It's so unfair. It's fascism, is what it is.
We all get detention 'cause Holly "Trampo" Braeburn
leaves her panties in a utility closet?
Okay, so how is that fascism?
Please. Crack a book.
How does that even happen?
How could you forget to put them back on?
You've really never touched a boy, have you?
I wouldn't touch Mike Billenger with a Hazmat suit.
Is that what they're called?
You could've turned her in.
If you knew they were hers, we didn't all have to get boned.
Duh! That's where it's fascism.
Hey! Any of you seen Holly Braeburn? I need something from her.
Mike Billenger?
Yeah, I know you?
Oh, my God! Maybe the panties weren't hers!
That is hilarious.
And now I will tell you about the chain.
There is no truth.
Oh! I broke another one!
Something wrong, honey?
I can't control my strength.
And I'm having dreams that are strange and disturb me.
Dreams of being another girl, in another time?
That's amazing! How did you know?
This pamphlet came in the mail.
It explains how many modern women and girls
are suffering from this unnamed condition.
There's a support group?
That's right! Just dial 1-800-CHOSEN-1
to meet girls who have this alarming yet fun condition.
I will! Now I won't be the only girl breaking vases.
This is a cult, right?
What do you think it is?
What do you think is happening to you?
First, I'm going to tell you what you probably already know.
It's been so long since I ate anything sun-ripened.
Hey, now...
I left you one to wipe with. Assuming you... No.
Tell Yamanh of my extraordinary mercy.
Tell him Buffy Summers is coming for him.
The chain is something that...
...connected to one another.
This is it. This is really it.
We just gotta, we gotta, gotta...
Just stay out of my way, amateurs.
We gotta focus.
Adapt.
Work together.
I can't believe you did that!
That was so large!
That guy scared the crap out of me!
He was, like, 8 feet tall!
You should totally get to keep that sword.
Rather have a gun.
Yeah, I got a souvenir, too. Bet I make squad leader.
You took the bite for me.
Think Simone would have done that? Besides...
The hair.
You need a serious dye job, and you'd have to maintain it yourself.
Body type, height are good.
Have to pad the bra a little,
but we're counting on these guys never to actually have seen her.
You get what all this is?
You want me to be Buffy.
Sounds a lot more glam than it is.
We'd be sending you underground.
Under actual ground.
No one up here can know you're her.
No one down there can know you're not.
It's deep cover, and it's unbelievably dangerous.
We know next to nothing about the under-community,
except they're strong and they might be headed up.
Yamanh's the name down there.
If you know his name...
Then he probably knows hers,
so, yeah, a decoy might keep him occupied,
might do some internal damage.
I'm looking at you for this, so I gotta figure you want the truth.
As in...
You passed the test.
The last one to fall this far, years ago,
he gave us your language
and this pretty necklace because he didn't pass.
Everything's kind of swimmy.
Now your odor will please all the slimefolk.
Safe passage is assured.
The demon horde are eating you guys alive.
The only way you're gonna survive is to get in this together.
Blasphemy!
They're slime. They're made of slime.
Hey, I don't wanna hear it.
Yamanh's troops are coming up,
and they will go right through you to get to my people.
You have to stand together, and that includes the Ravenclan and the...
That thing that looks like a leaf-blower.
This is how we live. Together.
With each other. For each other. Otherwise...
Hmm.
Otherwise, there is no life in these caverns,
and I don't have to worry about what happens to it.
You are throwing us to the wolves.
The wolves are here.
But you have each other. You have a will to survive.
And we have the Chosen One.
Even Yamanh knows enough to fear the name Buffy Summers.
The Slayer, will she truly face the blackness?
Not turn and run back into the light?
What's going on?
Was that, like, a joke?
What?
Are you okay?
Who the hell are you?
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