After having seen Julian’s body in the kitchen, it seemed Annette had lost her appetite. Like many other times before, she found herself wandering the halls. This time, like recently, Ox-Head was following her like any loyal companion.
“Kind of weird how the assistants don’t seem to like each other,” she said to him as they passed by one of the rooms. “I mean, Sunny and Moony seem to be together a lot, obviously. But other than them, the four of you aren’t exactly a team.”
The moment Shark set down the bowl of dog food, Sagebear proceeded to hungrily devour the homemade contents.
“Don’t eat too fast now, puppy. I don’t want you to choke.”
Shark now sat on the couch and tried to distract himself with television. He jumped to Netflix as quickly as he could, taking care to avoid the news.
Horse-Face’s companion was still frazzled over what had transpired in the clone room. As soon as the two returned to the hidden passageways, he collapsed into a corner and began crying.
No doubt having heard them come in, The Builder’s twin came out of hiding. Their perpetually worried expression only became more prominent at seeing what was before them.
The Builder sat in a pool of Marigold’s blood, causally smoking a menthol cigarette. Surrounding them was an entire armory, just waiting to be used.
Marigold’s corpse had been damaged so badly from the shotgun blast, only her lower half remained. Looking back at what was left, The Builder just stuck their tongue out in disgust.
Putting out what was left of their cigarette, The Builder then got to their feet, and proceeded to make their choices from the firearms.
The Builder couldn’t be happier when Marigold led them to a hidden compartment of the house. Unsurprisingly, there was no cameras in sight.
“Now this place here? Not even that hubby of mine knew about this! I’ll not risk telling him, in case he’s working for the Illuminati! Trust no one!”
“That’s a good philosophy, yeah.” The Builder was too distracted with the multiple firearms to make proper conversation.
It was all they could do to keep themself from drooling. As a matter of fact, they were surprised that even now, Marigold didn’t notice Max’s brains splattered on their chest.
Annette would have been rejoicing more at seeing Max’s detached head.
Given who had delivered the killing blow, however, all she could really do was muster a little smile.
For reasons unknown even to her, Annette had left the TV on for hours, so as to watch the going-ons in the mansion. If nothing else, it intrigued her.
(Warning! Decapitation and more possible signs this was rushed! Because it kind of was)
“So…Why is Robot Santa trying to kill everybody?” Drinking the leftover eggnog, Shark and Sinbad were cuddling on the couch, watching Christmas specials.
Shark looked at the dog resting at their feet, before looking back at the TV screen. “Because his standards were set too high, and he thinks everyone’s naughty.”
Both men took notice of Dennis now, who was quietly sipping at his own festive drink.
(Warning! Disgusting implications, possible OOC, and a traumatic C-section! Seriously, this chapter will most likely have a rushed feeling to it, and suffered for it!)
Silver looked up at her son entering the room, with a haunting look on her face. Her eyes followed him as he slowly approached the table she was sitting at.
Most would often show signs of improvement after an extended period of sobriety. Silver was not one of those people. Then again, she could also have attributed her poor condition to the life currently growing inside of her.
(Um…Happy Holidays?)
(WARNING! More torture, vile insults, and some other things that should not be said in polite company, if ever)
(WARNING! For dismemberment, infanticide, torture, rape with a sharp object, and…you know what? Just tread with caution if you think you can handle what I just said)
The Racket-Rotter Chronicles 