Stepping out once more into the hallways, Annette made sure Ox-Head was close behind her, like a dutiful guard dog.
“Keep your eyes peeled,” she said to him. “You never know when The Builder might come this way.”
“But how do I peel my eyes? I don’t have a potato peeler or something like that. And peeling your eyes sounds like it would hurt!”
Ox-Head’s comments both amused and irritated Annette. “It’s just a figure of speech. Basically, just keep an eye out for a bandaged-up sociopath wearing sunglasses.”
Right as she stopped talking, Annette noticed a flash of red go by through another corridor.
Due to the horrific pain that still persisted, The Builder was forced to crawl to the prison room, after chopping up what remained of Sunny and Moony.
“Now I regret putting in these damned stairs! This must be how cripples feel…” Each step was gone over by The Builder grabbing hold of it, and dragging themself past it.
Eventually, they reached the floor. Some more dragging and crawling, and The Builder reached Annette’s prison cell.
The two dolls were still in their seats, although Julian’s head appeared to have come off and landed on the floor. The Builder just swatted it away as they approached Samira.
“All right now, that’s a sweetie,” they murmured creepily to her when they got back to her feet, patting her cheek and leaving blood on it.
Then, they took hold of the heliotrope brooch still on her neck, and unclasped it. Even as they collapsed to the ground again in pain, they held on.
“All right, hook that here…” Once the brooch was on their own neck, The Builder dragged themself back to the stairs.
Seeing that they would now have to go up on the stairs elicited, an “Ah, shit…” from them.
“Doggy kissies!” After Shark was done hugging his father, he then picked up Sagebear and had her snuffle and lick Harwood’s face. Harwood himself seemed to appreciate that Sagebear didn’t care that the rest of his face was scarred.
This was mostly done to try and alleviate the worrisome mood that Sinbad’s absence brought. It seemed a welcome enough time-killer.
“I know we’re probably all in mortal danger,” Blaise said to the men as she stepped closer with the others, “but nothing says we can’t enjoy the furry grandbaby now!”
All of them stood in a circle as Sagebear leaned out and administered her renowned dog kisses.
“Shouldn’t one of us be on the lookout for Mister Rotter, though?” Dennis said as it was his turn to be covered in canine slobber.
“Eh, don’t worry,” Marc told him. “My little bro’s able to take care of himself.”
Sinbad ignore Annette’s cries as he sprinted through all the nearest hallways to avoid her. He only stopped when he reached a dead end, and sat down to rest.
“Damn. She’s gotta quit antagonizing me at some point…” He said to himself.
He then pulled the book he’d found earlier, and opened it up to the first page. Immediately, the cover image displayed a black and white illustration, along with the presumed title in Latin.
“‘Regina Et Duae Filiae Eius‘. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Sinbad then continued scanning the book, but nothing could be understood.
He did notice that what was written in Latin, another language presumed to be French was written under it.
Sinbad had flipped halfway through when he heard a door opening. He froze in place and silently hoped it wasn’t Annette.
It wasn’t. Instead, it was the man with the horse mask from before. When Horse-Face noticed Sinbad was there, he slowly turned to look at him.
“…The fuck do you want?” Sinbad demanded of him. Horse-Face said nothing, looked away again, and just kept walking down the corridor.