( an animatronic version of the casino’s cutesified mascot, displaying a giant 3 on the front of her dress, blocks your exit from the room. even if you manage to press the button--you’ll have to get past her in order to get out. there's something dead and cold about those eyes, something too wide about that smile, as her animatronic jaw clicks open and emits that tinny simulacrum of its likeness’s laughter.
the bullet pierces through her chest. she doesn't seem to notice. )
Don’t worry, my doves. I will forgive you.
( she advances, one foot before the other, something too smooth about her pace to be anything but inorganic. on one crooked elbow dangles an innocuous picnic basket. from her opposite hip hangs a coiled, silver rope. )
Once I’ve put you all into a cage, where good little birds belong…
ENCOUNTER !!
the bullet pierces through her chest. she doesn't seem to notice. )
Don’t worry, my doves. I will forgive you.
( she advances, one foot before the other, something too smooth about her pace to be anything but inorganic. on one crooked elbow dangles an innocuous picnic basket. from her opposite hip hangs a coiled, silver rope. )
Once I’ve put you all into a cage, where good little birds belong…