[ Before he can even react to the sudden thunks from the adjacent apartment, something surges into the hallway. Recoiling, his immediate thought is that it’s a tidal wave of sludge pouring out of the apartment room until the smell hits him. Meat, he realizes numbly. It’s raw meat. And as the meat seems to give shape to itself on its own accord, he slowly turns to look upon the decapitated head once more. His mind has fallen silent, his breath held prisoner in his chest. It was only a matter of time before he ran into one of them, he knows. He should consider himself fortunate that this is not the male monster. But instead of relief, he only feels a dark, icy spite for this creature. Later, when this night is over and he has returned to his room, Kai will remember this encounter and will remember with numb horror the moment he considered stomping on Visi’s head. Right now, he only entertains the temptation briefly before whirling around to return the way he came. Let the monster be dealt with by another monster, he thinks. It is no concern of his. As exhaustion and fear and anger threaten to overwhelm him, he envelops himself in a cloak of cold disregard.
Except at the end of the hall, the way he came, is the Brooklyn doll. Behind it looms a small army of dolls, all similarly armed to the teeth in knives, scissors, pens, and other pointy makeshift weapons. As the Brooklyn doll smiles at Kai, blood on its cheek, Kai only buries himself further in his invisible cloak. Going back is not an option, but when has it ever been? Pivoting, he positions himself so he can watch the hoard of dolls out of his periphery and considers his options. He is not very familiar with the fourth floor, as it is the one floor that Mika warned him about the night of his arrival. He can try a nearby apartment door, but there is no knowing what was inside...or who. No, it is better not to trap himself in an unknown apartment while he is being hunted. This means that he will need to continue down the hall—past Visi’s head, the doll, and Visi’s body. ]
Jigoku’s decapitated “dominant predator” is making head puns to me, [ he remarks tonelessly to himself, no trace of humor in his voice. The ripcord teeth slide into the launcher as he prepares for combat. ] I’m so done with this place.
[ Dranzer’s blade tears through the air, careening after the doll. ]
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Except at the end of the hall, the way he came, is the Brooklyn doll. Behind it looms a small army of dolls, all similarly armed to the teeth in knives, scissors, pens, and other pointy makeshift weapons. As the Brooklyn doll smiles at Kai, blood on its cheek, Kai only buries himself further in his invisible cloak. Going back is not an option, but when has it ever been? Pivoting, he positions himself so he can watch the hoard of dolls out of his periphery and considers his options. He is not very familiar with the fourth floor, as it is the one floor that Mika warned him about the night of his arrival. He can try a nearby apartment door, but there is no knowing what was inside...or who. No, it is better not to trap himself in an unknown apartment while he is being hunted. This means that he will need to continue down the hall—past Visi’s head, the doll, and Visi’s body. ]
Jigoku’s decapitated “dominant predator” is making head puns to me, [ he remarks tonelessly to himself, no trace of humor in his voice. The ripcord teeth slide into the launcher as he prepares for combat. ] I’m so done with this place.
[ Dranzer’s blade tears through the air, careening after the doll. ]