"suit yourself." she says as she fires a three round burst right at his stomach
The music stops. The creature doesn't move. Long arms reach down from the ceiling and lift the body into it, breaking off one of the flabby arms and causing it to fall onto the table. It bleeds wine onto the floor.
"How droll." Comes a voice from above, completely different from the marshmallow creature.
"Question: what gives you the impression that you will even find Kim? Maybe she became a monster. Maybe she died. Nobody here is likely to know."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"whoever you are, wherever you are, don't you worry. I will find her, and I'll make everything else in here pay for making me have to look"
"What a shame. If you were more polite, maybe I would have told you. I'm sure you think you have power here... but-"
Suddenly the voice changes to a distorted feminine one.
"...when a house is hungry and awake, every room becomes a ravenous mouth. You walk into the jaws of the beast and you don't even pray for it not to devour you. This house is haunted, not by ghosts, but by you."
The first voice returns.
"The Viscount will see you in his office in one hour."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She is now in what looks to be a creamery. Oddly human machines produce cheese wheel after cheese wheel. The entire room seems to be made out of cheese, actually.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They're straight up glaring now, while the expression on the broken one looks like it's screaming in pain.
The next door opens slightly as all the lights in the room turn off. Something skitters through the open door. The sounds of wooden mechanisms being slotted together can be heard in the pitch blackness.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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The music stops. The creature doesn't move. Long arms reach down from the ceiling and lift the body into it, breaking off one of the flabby arms and causing it to fall onto the table. It bleeds wine onto the floor.
"How droll." Comes a voice from above, completely different from the marshmallow creature.
"Question: what gives you the impression that you will even find Kim? Maybe she became a monster. Maybe she died. Nobody here is likely to know."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"What a shame. If you were more polite, maybe I would have told you. I'm sure you think you have power here... but-"
Suddenly the voice changes to a distorted feminine one.
"...when a house is hungry and awake, every room becomes a ravenous mouth. You walk into the jaws of the beast and you don't even pray for it not to devour you. This house is haunted, not by ghosts, but by you."
The first voice returns.
"The Viscount will see you in his office in one hour."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You'll be there. Whether or not you will be prepared is another thing entirely."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The music resumes. There is the door back the way she came and a door ahead of her.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She is now in what looks to be a creamery. Oddly human machines produce cheese wheel after cheese wheel. The entire room seems to be made out of cheese, actually.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It shatters into bits of gruyere on the third hit. Its face still smiles as the wooden insides turn feebly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
None of the machines provide answers. A small red light shines on the wall, signaling that repairs are needed... as usual.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The room hasn't changed. Then, she notices something. One of the cheese wheels has fallen at her feet. It has something written on the shell.
It hurts
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The machine she broke is grimacing now, and the rest look at her with disapproval. Their expressions are exaggerated and unmoving.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She blinks.
They're straight up glaring now, while the expression on the broken one looks like it's screaming in pain.
The next door opens slightly as all the lights in the room turn off. Something skitters through the open door. The sounds of wooden mechanisms being slotted together can be heard in the pitch blackness.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.