Cuki scratched her head in confusion. "He was the one who blew himself up... Kettles didn't do a thing, right? This is all so confusing..."
Ignoring the screaming, she decided to remain quiet, listening to Doom, Voice, and Kettles as they spoke.
A game? She thought. As if this place wasn't already freaky enough now we gotta add some crazy game to the mix. Doom's true potential is yet to be seen and the same can be said for Voice and Kettles... This is more than just a game. How can we even compete with these guys when we could barely handle a robot?
As the group listened to Doom, all the destruction done to Cuki's apartment was slowly fixing itself out. Pipes began straighten themselves out, walls materializing back to their former state, and shattered glass popping back where it belongs. Cuki's home, and the complex in general was starting to reassemble itself. Thanks to Reality Vortex's weird dimensions, everything that originated from this odd dimension would slowly reconstruct itself. Cuki didn't look phased at the fact that her house was reforming and only turned to see the progress.
"Sheesh, took a while."
She seemed rather oblivious to the situation at hand.