(Warning! Rape and implications of incest!)
A harsh orange glare was the first thing that hit Annette’s sight upon reaching the second scene. It had hit so suddenly, that she doubled over and covered her eyes.
When she managed to uncover them again and squint through the light, it still took a little while to adjust to the lighting. Then, she recognized the setting.
“I don’t remember the wiring in the warehouse being this bad,” she said to herself as she wandered through the hall in front of her.
(Warning! Implications of suicide!)
Although the tangible, undeniable proof was right there in front of her, Annette still couldn’t believe what she was looking at. The sight was so incredible, it led to her dropping the hunting knife.
“No way…” Was all she could whisper. The Builder tilted their head, and raised an eyebrow. They seemed rather amused at her bewildered reaction.
“Oh, come on! It ain’t that shocking! You see them all the time!” They said before grabbing hold of Annette’s wrists, and pulling her closer to them. Continue Reading
“Come on now, Ox-Head,” The Builder said while tapping their knife under the corpse’s chin, “No need to look so cross.”
They then proceeded to laugh uproariously at their own terrible pun. They didn’t remember how long Annette had been gone. Time had no place in their domain.
After some more guffawing, The Builder was then blighted from a sharp pang of hurting in their body. Immediately, their hands went to the offending area.
Breathing a sigh of relief from her evasion attempt, Annette traversed the hall that was now becoming familiar to her.
As she walked, she could then hear the sound of laughter from the main room. This was enough to put a spring in her step, and move just a bit faster to her destination.
“Okay, Sagebear! Now speak!” After Shark was done giving his request, Sagebear could be heard barking, much to the delight of the others in the group.
Horse-Face was mildly grateful that The Builder had gone off and disappeared. It gave him the chance to go back into his room and check on The Mother.
Clambering to his room, he felt a chill as he walked by Sunny and Moony’s room. He tried to shake it off, and went into his own room.
To his surprise and confusion, it looked as though The Mother had shifted position. More specifically, she had somehow moved enough to topple to the floor.
“Don’t go that way!” Horse-Face’s companion tried in vain to keep up with the fleeing group. Not even lifting up the bottom of his cloak to keep his feet clear seemed to help.
Annette could only stand where she was as she, The Twin, and Ox-Head watched the young man go as far as he could before he tripped. It was only then that Annette ran over to help him.
“You all right, kid?” She almost didn’t notice that his hood had flipped off his head.
Marc was still trembling profusely as he was gently laid onto the table in the hidden room. Everyone else surrounded him and tried to get him to calm down.
“You’re gonna be all right, Marc,” Harwood told him as he gently smoothed out his hair.
“Yeah, bro!” Sinbad added as he stood at Marc’s side. “Don’t let something like a severed arm be what does you in!”
It was taking a lot out of Annette just to try and reach the corner. She was almost dumbstruck at just how much of an impact Sinbad’s left hook had on her.
She coughed a few times as she stumbled into the cellar, over to its hidden door. It took a bit more effort than usual to open it.
Once in, Annette tripped over her own feet, landing on the filthy ground. Before she could stand back up, she caught sight of a very dirty pair of feet.
Dennis was still reeling over what he’d seen when Blaise came up to him. A tug on his sleeve was the jolt he needed to return to some form of reality.
“Uh, hate to interrupt yer bonding time, Denny,” she told him as Marc came up to them, “but Silent Bob back there says we need to skedaddle.”
“They didn’t really give a reason why. Just said we had to go,” Marc piped up. As he spoke, he picked up Sagebear and held her close.
Once again, Sinbad was left alone in the cramped little cage that he’d been shoved into.
The Builder had gone off somewhere, presumably to cook the clone’s face that they had been munching on.
“Yeah, this is real accommodating…” Sinbad mumbled to himself.