Dollface ran her way back to the stage.

Was it…

Darker in here?

Yeah, it was! The little stars left on for security reasons were shut off. She distinctly remembered them being on even after the power was cut.

Something loudly rolled to her feet. She picked up the hefty metal cylinder and felt its dead weight in her hands.

Maglight.

She twisted the head to her ears annoyance and found that no, it was a button user.

Dollface slid a hand up and down the barrel, finding the little rubbery indention, ignoring the skittering coming from where the display stage next to the show stage was.

Something was shifting in the dark.

Dollface couldn't see it exactly, but she knew there was something on the main stage, silently swinging in the darkness. It was like a slight displacement of air near the stage, and the sensation of motion accompanied it like the swarm of flies buzzing and skittering around her face.

Click!

On flickered the high powered flashlight's beam.

Dollface gasped and stepped back.

She tried to turn away and leave at first, bust she found herself much too far into the room to back away from the buzzing organs wrapped around the show stage lights. Hushell's head swung from an unidentifiable rope of mangled business suit and electrical wire, limbs hanging from sinews and tendons, bound together with zip ties and red dripping into a yellow mop bucket. Hushell's intestines were arranged like gooey Christmas ornaments around him as they dripped brown filth.

His bladder fell from the disemboweled body and splashed urine onto the carpet in a bloody mess.

Dollface's first thought was, 'He needs less fiber and garlic', and the second one was the memory of her first deer.

A buck.

It was the same array Hushell, or what little was recognizable without glasses, proper clothing, a missing dick, and his toupee.

Dollface's open jaw hung open and eyes watered from staring.

"Ya like it?"

Dollface's beam jumped and swung over to the display stage were the rabbit stood, headless.

No, not headless.

The thin-faced janitor stood, wearing the suit, head under arm and smiling at her.

How long had he been there, with paws spotted with red from where his soaked hands had leeched through?

How long had he watched her there?

With his free hand, the whimsically suited janitor slapped a button and laughed with mirth, revealing the organs to be tangled messily with the starlights.

Dark splotches were blotted lazily onto the purple curtains.

The silver stars embroidered on the tattered, burned cloth seemed to laugh in the mood light at her terrified glance.

"While you were visiting dear ol' Uncle Mikey, I was getting our room spruced up." The janitor said, "I would've used a security guard, but I just got transferred yesterday!"

He pursed his lips in thought, exposed neck covered in scars, "Or would that be Friday morning?"

Looking at Dollface, he smiled, "Doesn't matter! All that matters is that you are here now!"

"W-what do y-ya want?"

"Oh hush hush hush now!" He said, almost laughing, "Don't be so nervous! The whole, silver screen glare has fallen away now, I see."

"What?" Dollface squeaked out, eyes not sure where to look, "Who are you?"

"Oh pooh," the janitor put a paw on his hip, looking almost grandmotherly, "You really don't recognize me? I lost weight, if that helps. And don't worry, you're safe. I like the real you!"

"No, I really d-don't." Dollface said, hating her voice crack. ""W-who are you?"

"I'm me! It's me!" He said, laughter in his voice bubbling over once again. He seemed like he laughed a little too much, "It's me! You really can't recognize me?"

"No, I can't." Dollface said, not even scared anymore, now angry, "Who t'Hell are you?"

"It's me, your real Romeo."

...Wolfie stopped.

"What're ya doin' here?"

The little kid cocked their head.

"Shouldn't you be at home and in bed by now?" Wolfie said, suddenly realizing what she was saying, "Wait a fuckin' minute!"

She charged at the kid, not sure who to be angry at.

They sidestepped her in shapeless footie pajamas.

Wolfie hit a wall that hadn't been there earlier.

Wait, what they hell were they doing?!

It was after hours in a strange building full of God knows what and no one had pointed that out.

Oh God, this was the exact scenario she'd yelled at the screen with Dollface when Aliens was released.

How where they this stupid?

Wolfie herself had been the one who'd said shit like this only happened in horror movies and even emphasized that point.

Oh shit, oh fuck, they were dead meat!

Refusing this to be her reality, Wolfie turned from the stained wall.

"Okay then, ya lil shit!" She yelled, stomping her converse to an underwhelming effect, "Ya happy now? We fell for yer b.s!"

The child looked at its balloon.

Red, red, bloody colored red balloon.

"Do you think you're a hero?" They asked in a voice that sucked Wolfie's breath from her lungs. A voice so fluid and genderless, she was almost in awe.

She wanted to be that level of indeterminate.

"Do you really?" They said in a hiss like a sake in cold sand, "Can you save them?"

Wolfie kept her poker face stony, "What're you talkin' 'bout?"

"Them."

"Which 'them'?" She asked, not kindly but not with anger either.

"Any of them. Any of us."

"Okay ya lil twerp!" Wolfie felt her voice raise but was too annoyed to stop, "Tell me the way out, or I swear I'll-"

"Swear what? You can't swear here." The kid pointed at a dented aluminum sign covered in smoke stains.

'Rule 9,' it said in red crayon scrawled in the cramped space under rule eight, (Leave Before Dark, to anyone who wanted to know.) 'No Swearing.'

Wolfie harrumphed.

Dammit!

"I don't think you should leave."

"And why is that?!" Wolfie growled, getting more agitated.

"Because we can't."

"I'll take you with me." Bargaining. Bargaining always won out with kids, right?

Wolfie really wasn't sure what to do with carpet crawlers.

This would be a great time for Princess.

"If we can't leave, you can't either."

Wolfie rolled her icey eyes, "I said I'd take you with me. I mean it."

She smiled at him, trying to show she was sincere, "Just follow me. Help me."

"It's not fair!" The kid yelled loudly, stomping angrily.

"Jeez, calm down!" Wolfie said.

"NO!" they shrieked, "It's not fair! If we can't leave, you shouldn't either! That means you're ours! You're one of us!"

Wolfie ran and grabbed the whining brat. They shook in her long arms, pale face stretching and shifting until their black arms pushed Wolfie into an inky iron cage of ribs, tears streaming down stained red cheeks. White petals swirled angrily around them and Wolfie's legs dangled from her perch on a boney pelvis….

...Princess gasped as the ghost of a memory pulled her along, nearly ripping her arm off in a dance of lost souls.

"Let go!"

"Too slow!" Bonnie mouthed, melted face falling onto the floor.

"No!" Princess said, "I don't like it!"

"Just play with me already!"

"I do not want to!" Princess said, getting closer to a sharp sob. Bonnie's skull leered in closer to her face as she dangled by her arm. She kicked him, making his stomach cave in with a puff of industrial smoke.

Her eyes glazed over.

"I am stronger now!" Princess said, twitching as her voice modulated around her throat like a wind tunnel. "I can beat you again!"

"But Princess, you lost our last game."