(Warning! Brief animal cruelty and child abuse!)
A chain-link fence was the first thing Annette saw once she reached the next memory. The second thing was sawdust on the floor, seemingly freshly thrown on the ground for whatever reason.
On the other side of the fence, a group of people were crowded in front of a man behind a table. He was shouting various numbers, and writing on a chalkboard behind him.
When Annette took a more detailed look around her, she saw other people next to her, speaking in hushed whispers. Curious as to what they were talking about, she stepped closer to one of them.
Harwood practically stumbled into the hospital lobby, trying not to drop Marc on the way down. Attempting to keep his footing, he reached the front desk.
“My son’s had a seizure!” He managed to force out. “He’s not responding, I need help!”
The receptionist on duty pulled out a clipboard, and offered it to him. “All right, sir. Just take a seat in the waiting area, and fill this out-”
Now having finished stuffing the Julian clone, The Builder dragged him carelessly down the steps into the prison cells.
“I hope your little friend doesn’t mind if you’re a bit underdressed for your little tea party…” Here they grabbed him by the hair, and shook him.
They then tapped the glass eyes they’d shoved into his sockets. Silently, The Builder lamented having to rip out the beautifully colored originals.
(Warning! Cannibalism and some other brutality!)
Still irate over the priceless treasure having gone missing, The Builder proceeded to take their frustration out on yet another clone, by stabbing him repeatedly.
“Lousy, thieving, good-for-nothing…!” When a large, gaping hole was formed in the poor boy’s torso, The Builder yanked out his entrails, and proceeded to messily devour them.
“It’s a fucking ring! And it’s not like any of those shit-brained assistants would know how to use it! Ah, well. Better get this out of the way instead…”
“What are you drawing?” Horse-Face’s companion looked over The Twin’s shoulder, peering over at the picture currently being worked on.
Showing a touch of embarrassment, The Twin pulled the picture away trying to hide it from him. Regretting this immediately, they then held it up to show to him.
The young man leaned in to get a better look, but wasn’t able to figure out what exactly the subject was.
The Builder was seething so much, they were frothing pink at the mouth.
“Where’d it go?!” They shouted, loud enough to reverberate across the hallways. Out of skeptical curiosity, the other three assistants peeked out to see what was wrong.
Moony blew air through his lips, being heard under his mask. “Now what’s eating that eyeless creepshow?”
“So how are things back in Twinbrook?” Dennis was talking on his phone early in the morning. “You’ve been getting our mail for us while we’re gone, right?”
Dudley was happy enough to tell his brother what had been going on as of late. As he did, Dennis kept his eye out for when Blaise came back out with makeshift breakfasts for all of them.
“What’s that? Oh well, we should be getting to Bridgeport in a day or two. Right now we just stopped to get gas…”
He then tried to speak over Sagebear’s barking, as she ran past him in her outfit of the day. Shark chased after her frantically, while holding a set of dog booties.
“Dad, I have to pee!” Shark looked over at his father driving as he tried holding it in. Sagebear had gone back to napping on the other side of the backseat.
Dennis furrowed his eyebrows at this declaration. “Again? Boy, how much juice did you drink before we left the hotel?
Slowing the car down to a stop, Dennis kept the car on as Shark ran out behind the nearest tree. Ever the loyal guard dog, Sagebear followed behind him.
Annette scowled as she began on yet another massive pile of dirty dishes.
Now, a few hours after she started, she wasn’t anywhere near done with the washing.
She just couldn’t believe that this happened because of her question about the bill. When she requested the use of the dishwashing machine to make things easier, the other workers sneered at her.
The last thing Annette really wanted to see was her spouse drooling and crawling over an entire warehouse worth of ammunition.
If nothing else, Elvira seemed amused by The Builder’s antics. She also seemed to hope that they’d wipe their slobber off of everything.
“I take it you like what you see, no?” The Builder just answered her with unintelligible blathering.