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"Timmy-Tiny? Little Tiny!" She smiled sweetly like an innocent girl, "Thumbelina's a good one." Gretel nodded to herself. Then she looked up the ceiling at the sound. Someone was sawing the top, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh! We're all gonna die. We are all gonna DIE." She held her hand, pushed the bunny ear headband up. "Easy, cute boy. It's Eights, he won't hurt us."

Looking up, the young lady was smiling with the most gentle amiable expression. "You won't, right?" The hands dropped easily were holding a knife and a torch. "Poor Eights, who did this to you? You're bleeding......No, we didn't forget. You're fine. We're gonna find Jeff together. Gretel cooed with an expression differed from usual, barely dodged the sword slashing the side of her arm. "Shhhh. It's alright. I will take away your pain." She raised up the hand with the knife and dug shallowly into the helmet, then swiftly she slid down. "Don't hide your face, you're safe. With us." She smiled, didn't care of the bloods got on her costume.

"Breathe." Still the soft motherly smile, she held up the man collapsed like a puppet had is strings cut. "We've got you."









Boss's HP: 9

They attacked, and it attacked in kind, swords slicing at the air in precise geometric formations in response to every slash of a knife, every flare of a flashlight. There seemed to be no end to the blood, blood that poured from every open wound like a fountain. And yet, he refused to back down, to retreat into the shadows. The voice on the radio raved and ranted - at times it sounded like Eights, and other times like someone or something else entirely.

And then everything stopped. Gretel had dealt the finishing blow.

The shadowy figure buckled and fell, caught by Gretel. The mask shattered along the carved line, releasing more bright green light. Swords began to fall out of its back and hands, one by one, clattering to the floor, and dissolving into a fine mist. The blood, the , the twisted silhouette of a robotic thing, all seemed to fade away like a bad dream. Even the darkness receded, just a little, a few beams of clouded moonlight shining through the broken ceiling and illuminating them. The world was a little more safe, a little less frightening, if only for a moment. It was just them, and 888. All that remained of the twisted vision was a single, heavy pipe, the only weapon he had ever really had.

The young man stirred in Gretel's arms.

"Where..." 888 croaked, eyes roving from the ceiling down to the weapon-wielding group gathered around him. His voice was no longer muffled or altered - Gretel must have broken the voice changer with her knife. All in all, he sounded very... normal. Gretel got a glimpse of blonde hair and a single wide, ice-blue eye through the broken remains of the helmet before he pushed away and shakily got to his feet. The whole helmet came off rather easily, and was cast into the shadows of the room like everything else best left forgotten in this strange place. "Was that... a nightmare?"



It was over... for now.


[WORLD BOSS DEFEATED! 888 IS RETURNED TO NORMAL

EVERYONE WHO POSTED IN THIS THREAD BEFORE NOW HAS THEIR INFECTION RESET TO 0]

"What is she doing? - I don't know!" Using the knife against it she could understand, it was what all of them were doing, what they were supposed to do (right?) but that other girl was doing it in such a delicate manner, cooing at the guy and speaking to him oddly. "Weirdo. You said it." It was like she had multiple voices in one body - oh wait.

It all just seemed like it was going to get that other girl killed faster.

Lease stood by, tension riddling her body like a spring ready to attack if something went horribly wrong. The grip on the objects in her hand tightened, moreso as things... just went weird. The robot man fell into the other girl's arm like a puppet being released from his strings as the horror story that had cloaked him simply shattered and dissolved. And in turn, the jumbled mess of Lease's mind fit itself back together.

"Oh s**t," she gasped, stumbling backwards and blinking a mile a minute. It was an odd sensation, like waking up from a dream - or as Eights put it lightly, a nightmare. "What the...." It was a general statement at first, just an initial muttering of shock.. Lease looked down at herself, at the ground and then snapped her head back upward towards the 'tender' scene ahead of her. Then the curses got a little more specific, "What the ******** was that?!" Kind of. She pointed a pointed finger at Eights, a little at Gretel, "What was that just now?!"

"What the hell Gretel, that was dangerous!" Oh hey, she remembered her name (good job!). She took a step towards the two, ready to go on a tirade. A decent look was gotten of Eight's freed and cradled face and it was enough to make her pause for just a moment. The hell? He looked like that?

"That wasn't me, Lease." it was her motherly persona, Gretel explained calmly or trying to. When Leiah came to her side and nudged her elbow, the foxy smile of her friend already told Gretel there was no way to escape from it. "He's younger than I thought," there was no need to lie anyway, "But nothing you'd think happened."

For God's sake, her persona had left her a messy plight, Gretel was ashamed. She still remembered, if she could choose, she wished she won't. "He does look like that handsome actor." Another matter of fact given, she stared at that man for a comparison but quickly looked away.