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Guh... Wh... Where?! What was that thing?!
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It is nowhere to be found now. It doesn't even look like it fell into this room with me.
Well, good for me, I guess. Now, how do I get out of here?
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Not that way. That is not the way out.
Oh bugger, it is actually the only way out. Damn it.
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Oh well. Where there's a will, there's a way.
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Open wide, kid. This will only hurt for a moment.
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... Wait. Haven't I seen you somewhere else before?
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Because you look really similar to that half-child from the profiles. Only bigger and potentially more murderous.
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Almost? Is that you?
What happened? Who did this to you?
Can you remember who you are?
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Can you remember the other orphans?
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Holy shit, what the bloody hell was that!?
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Almost? What...? How...?
What was that thing? Was I hallucinating?
Let's... let's just get out of here. This place is driving me insane.
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Argh! You're sticky and viscous and gelatinous and disturbing!
And this can't possibly be the right way to pick you up,
because it seriously looks like you'll fall apart if I try.
Ugh, I think I will be sick and I feel awful because I know it isn't your fault
being viscous and gelatinous and so bloody disgusting.
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Aha, this old pail ought to do the trick.
Hop in, little fellow. I'll get us out of this filthy basement in a jiffy.
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One down, four to go. Five, counting the principal.
Let's go find your little friends, shall we?
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Oi, where are you going?
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No, don't get under there, that must be filthy!
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Come on, get out. What is that you've got there?
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The mechanical girl's doll. What was it doing under there? |
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