[He's dimly aware of Garry shouting out to him, but it's hardly at the front of his mind. Retracting every thought that she wasn't a ghost, he tries to back away from her. She follows him, still grinning at him with that mutilated face, asking the question again.]
Am I pretty?
[What should he say? He doesn't want to offend her - heck no he doesn't. Who knows what she might do? The sensible thing to do would be to tell her that she was, right?
Plastering a false smile over his face, he nods.]
Y-yeah. You're really pretty... really pretty! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, because -
I see.
[He screams as she grabs him, lightening quick and excessively strong. She keeps a firm grip of his air, the height difference bending him down as she pulls him close to her face. He struggles in her grip, terror pounding through his veins and adrenaline shooting all the way along his body. No matter how he struggles, she doesn't let him go.
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Am I pretty?
[What should he say? He doesn't want to offend her - heck no he doesn't. Who knows what she might do? The sensible thing to do would be to tell her that she was, right?
Plastering a false smile over his face, he nods.]
Y-yeah. You're really pretty... really pretty! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, because -
I see.
[He screams as she grabs him, lightening quick and excessively strong. She keeps a firm grip of his air, the height difference bending him down as she pulls him close to her face. He struggles in her grip, terror pounding through his veins and adrenaline shooting all the way along his body. No matter how he struggles, she doesn't let him go.
And that's when she pulls out the scissors.]
G-Garry! Garry, help!