The Vault Hunters moved through the long hallway, noting that it was rather dark and cramped compared to their last room. It had a few single lights on the ceiling, illuminating the dank floor and walls with a bold yellow light. It smelled god-awful, as if something had been split years ago and was still rotting away in some forgone corner.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, this place smells like a shit-sty," spat Alan clenching his nose.

[Scotty "Roundhouse" Dale] "Oh God, they're in THAT hallway aren't they?"

[Richard McGuiness] "Yep."

[Scotty "Roundhouse" Dale] "Shit man, turn it off I can't watch this again."

[Richard McGuiness] "I agree with you one hundred percent."

Dion glanced at his comrades concerned. "…why do you think the announcers were so scared?"

"I don't like the feeling of this," murmured Saprus cocking his gun.

They all stopped, hearing something emitting down the hallway. It sounded like some kind of musical instrument, the notes jarring and broken but still recognizable. The rhythm was simple, like a nursery rhyme for children.

Then a voice began to sing through the music, its voice disturbingly serene and gentle for the environment it was in. It was obviously a male voice, but held feminine undertones with how easily it changed pitches and the high notes it could reach.

"Build it up with iron and fire, iron and fire, iron and fire. Build it up with iron and fire, my fair lady."

Alan's eyes widened. "Run. Now."

They sprinted down the hallway, trying their hardest to get further into the mansion as possible.

"What are we running from?!" asked Paula not daring to look back.

"Not sure!" admitted Alan. "But I sure as shit don't want to find out!"

Something slammed into his back, knocking him to the floor. He grunted in pain and glared at his opponent, only to stop in amazement.

The thing sitting on him looked barely human, its form humanoid but its facial features lacking. Its limbs were far too elongated, like that of a spider, with claws on the feet and hands made of metal. Its face had a human-like appearance, but instead of eyes it had two holes where white light poured from, as if its brain was an electric torch. Its entire body was made of iron, making distinctive noises as each part scraped and cranked in a robotic manner.

Dion ran up to the creature and kneed it in the chest, throwing it off of Alan. Raising his shotgun, he blasted the thing open with a well-placed shot, ending its life.

"Get up," he snapped reloading his gun.

Alan jumped to his feet, continuing to run down the hall. "Thanks for saving my ass."

"You're our healer," muttered the Titan catching up with him. "Besides, I can stand you more than I can stand Paula."

"Ah go piss off Dion!" spat Paula from ahead.

"I'm tempting it," murmured Dion glancing at the things behind him. They were moving rather rapidly towards them, the iron humans running even as they clacked and thrashed with their joints. "How in the hell do they run so fast?"

Saprus reached a door and smashed into it with all his strength, not bothering to try and turn the knob. He did so again and again, grunting in effort. "Shit! The door's jammed!"

Alan pressed his back into the wall, raising his gun high. "Hold this spot! No one gets past!"

They all began to shoot down the hallway, filling it with lead and various other compounds to stop the incoming horde.

"Why aren't we getting points?!" snapped the priest angrily. "I've killed at least five!"

"You're worried about that now?!" roared Dion aggravated. "Greedy bastard!"

"Hey, I want my money when I earn it!"

Saprus processed this information rapidly, noting how the iron humans only stayed down for a moment before popping back up, even with headshots and dismemberments. Something was off, and there had to be a reason for it.

He glanced to the side, noticing a small red lever tucked into the wall. Seeing literally no way the situation could get any worse, he pulled it.

Instantly four electromagnets on the walls down the hall activated, hidden in the walls, ceiling and floor. This caused all the iron humans to stagger and eventually split into pieces, flying to different surfaces depending upon which they were closer to. It should've had no emotional impact since they were little more than toaster ovens for all intents and purposes, but their life-like screams of agony were enough to send chills up anyone's spine.

"Damn, what were those things?" asked Paula reloading her assault rifle.

The voice returned, seemingly in response to her question. "My creations. They were such good creations. But they were not perfect."

The voice began to slowly show signs of rage, apparently because of their actions. "They weren't, were they? No, I've never achieved perfection. Why can't they be perfect?! Why damn it!? What did I do wrong!? How can I improve them?! There must be something! I MUST MAKE THEM PERFECT!"

The door flung open, startling all of them with the quickness of the action.

"I want to shut this asshole up," stated Dion raising his gun.

"Never agreed more," replied Alan.

They walked down another hallway, this one larger but no less constricting. Scattered on the walls were chunks of the robotic humans, some of them obvious prototypes and failures. Some appeared to be made from wood, cloth, paper, stone, and all other manner of materials. Others were fundamentally flawed, such as wrong-facing feet or hands with extra or missing digits. The most common objects were heads, just empty shells staring at the Vault Hunters as they passed.

"Shit, I hate dolls," muttered Paula. "I have since I was a kid."

They noted the mad writing scrawled over the walls, apparently done in different shades of paint. They held words in all capital letters, messily thrown onto the surface with little care for legibility. They were still readable however.

"Not…perfect…" read Dion from the wall. "This guy was obsessed with perfection."

"Infidel…" muttered Alan rubbing a message on the wall. "And I thought I was judgmental."

They stopped as they reached one particular corpse gathering, one that was far more decorated than the others. This one held three corpses, two adult and one child. The adult to the left was that of a male one, its shoulders broad and its face rough. The other adult was female, its features smooth and slick. The child was small and could not be distinguished by gender, its hair short on its head. They were all in each other's arms, smiles on their robotic faces. It was touching and extremely creepy at the same time, especially considering the message scrawled above their bodies.

"Almost perfect…" read Saprus blankly. "…what was he trying to make?"

Paula paused. "Perhaps he was trying to replicate something? Something he could not grasp or understand?"

"What? Love?" asked Dion rolling his eyes.

She smacked him decisively. "Like you know the first thing about love. I bet it'd drive you mad too if you couldn't understand it."

"No excuse to freak the ever living fuck out of people," defended the Titan.

They reached a new room, this one with a window in front of them. The window peered into a large atrium room, where apparently something was happening. And by something, I mean something mind-bogglingly creepy and horrifying.

A single person stood in the other room, working on something on three tables in front of him. The person stood hunched, his back humped widely and his leg strong but also thin. His hands were fast, though they appeared to hurt by the way he was tightening them in random intervals. On his face were three masks, each one distinctive. The one at the bottom was that of a mourning male, its face contorted with grief and guilt. The one to the side was that of a supporting mother, its face showing kindness and benevolence. The one on top was that of a carefree child, its face showing innocence and mischief.

The person stopped working, glancing at the three tables. Each one held a body similar to the group from before, two adults and a child human.

Then it angrily swatted them away, showing a fit of intense rage that startled those present.

"Not perfect!" roared the person in a voice that sounded like three persons talking at once. Each voice was an exact match for the mask that it spoke from, a father, a mother and a child speaking in unison. "I try to make them perfect, but I can't! I'm so sorry! I can't bring you back if they're not perfect, but I can't make them perfect!"

The thing flared its arm out, gesturing to a pile of corpses, all of them failed subjects. "Too tall! Too fat! Too JITTERY! I can't make them perfect! No matter how hard I try, they're not perfect!"

The thing noticed the Vault Hunters, the masks registering mild shock. "Intruders…intruders! They…they…they're not perfect! Not perfect! Infidels!"

Famile: For the Family…

The thing snapped its fingers, long lines appearing from its fingertips. Then the lines shredded through the glass, destroying the window between them.

Dion landed on the floor of the next room, his Plasma Rage taking over his mind and body. "Bring it bitch! I'm gonna tear those masks right off your fucking face!"

"No! Don't touch them infidel!" snapped the thing waving its arm, flinging the razor strings at him. "Your heart beats in your chest, your flesh is soft and supple, and you are INFERIOR! Only when you are metal and cold will you be PERFECT!"

Alan fired his shotgun at the thing, pumping the action as he approached forward. Raising his other hand with a bayonet in it, he slashed at the thing's clothing and ripped it right off its back. Then he gasped and stepped back, appalled at what he saw.

The man wearing the father mask was carrying a huge mound of flesh on his back, but this was far more unnatural than a normal humpback. Poking out of it was small bits of limbs and bones, as if it had welded two humans to the back. Instantly it became clear why it wore three masks.

"It…its three people in one," muttered Saprus repulsed. "But…how do you do that?"

The thing glared at him, swinging its razor strings at him as if the question provoked it. "I tried to bring them back with the flesh, but I failed! Only through the machines can I bring my family back!"

Dion ran up and fired a plasma beam into it, shutting it up. "I don't give a shit about your family! You pissed me off, so I'm going to fucking murder you!"

The thing snapped its fingers, leaping backwards with incredible agility. As if on cue, several of the puppets sprang up and began walking forward.

"Bring them down and break their bones, break their bones, break their bones," sang the thing ironically, chuckling to itself with the nursery rhyme. "Bring them down and break their bones, my fair lady."

The Titan could've cared less, running towards the minions in anger. "Summon as much freaky shit as you want, you won't get away from me!"

Saprus looked at his old friend concerned, as something was bothering him. "His anger…it's far worse than usual. What's making him so violent?"

"Who cares? I like it!" said Alan spinning his bayonets. He activated his Evil Angel form, growing the customary wings and blue aura. "Hold on, best buddy! Let's kick their asses!"

Paula raised her assault rifle, firing off explosive hosts into the crowd to clear the way. "Even if Dion's on his period, it doesn't stop us from doing our job. We have to win this thing. We were explicitly ordered to by Lilith."

Saprus nodded, firing his SMG. "Right. Of course. I'll figure out what's wrong with him later."

The thing noticed his rapidly diminishing minions and began to panic, its eyes widening on all its masks. "Oh shit…oh shit…oh shit…you're…you're…"

"Really fucking pissed off!" finished Dion leaping at him with a plasma fist.

The blow blasted clean through its masks, shattering them and causing it to smash into the floor. It spasmed in pain, withering on the ground in agony.

Then it glanced at the pieces of the mother and child mask, a single hand grasping at them with care. It stopped moving in pain, seemingly calming down by staring into the remakes of its lost family.

"We'll be together some day," promised the father, speaking with its single voice for once.

"I know," reassured the mother kindly.

"We trust you daddy!" spoke the child enthusiastically.

Then they all disappeared into data, ending their existence.

Seeing Red (Unique Kill: Dion) +50

Evil Angel (Unique Kill: Alan) +50

Mini-Boss Encounter +500

Total +600

"Damn, what kind of shit do they let happen in this place?" asked Paula shouldering her shotgun.

"Perhaps a little too much," admitted Alan sadly, the creature he had just fought installing pity in him. "Let's keep moving shall we? I feel guilty just looking at the leftovers of those puppets."

BREAK

In case you're wondering what the hell just happened, please look up the following video: Dark Souls: Prepare to Cry – Pinwheel. It'll explain everything in more detail. Please note that it isn't an exact copy of Pinwheel, but fairly close in terms of backstory.