Izzy felt her knees buckle and finally give out from the constant pressure of Chica's tubby body.

"Let's eat!!!"

"No!" Izzy tried to push the deteriorating face away from her own, and started screaming, arms now released from the plucky poultry's grasp.

This ain't the Bantams at home!

"Get away!" Izzy tried to think of what Ben would do.

Ben always knew what to say and do.

Make him proud to be yours.

And when you get out, you'll jump into his arms and know that everything will be alright!

"Can't you see?" Chica said, inner mouth clicking, "you're just like me!"

"No!" Izzy yelled over the whirring, "No I'm not!"

And then she felt numb, and

very,

Very…

cold...

"Lemme go!" Wolfie yelled as the willowy puppet ghosted through the halls.

She honestly couldn't be angry, everything about this had kinda been a bad idea.

Y'know, splittin' up and all?

It was just natural selection at this point.

"I can't feel my legs anymore." Wolfie said, not sure why, but hating the silence of an empty building.

She'd always thought that visiting abandoned amusement parks and stuff like that would be cool, but, she mused to herself, this wasn't what she was expecting.

Maybe it was because this place wasn't completely abandoned.

Just after hours.

"Hey hey hey now!" Wolfie said, "Where we goin' now?"

"It's time for bed."

"So?" Wolfie said, "This ain't m'house!"

"But it is our home now."

"Wait wait wait, hold up!" Wolfie protested, seeing the blue box that looked tiny from this distance, "How are we gonna fit that damn thang?"

"We will fit."

"And how exactly do YOU know that?!"

"Because, I just do." The Marionette assured, lifted the lid to reveal glowing white petals and pools of smelly blackness, "You belong here with me."

"But why?" Wolfie asked, watching herself shiver as the doll put one foot in the grave. "It's cold there."

Cold like a grave.

"Now we have to make room."

"Wait, what th'hell are ya gonna-"

The last thing Wolfie heard before the cold, dark confines of silence overtook her was the sound of twelve firecrackers smashing her skull in...

Dollface scrambled under a table as her stolen whip snapped down where she was supposed to be standing.

"Hey girlie girl, calm down!" William sighed, "It won't hurt!"

"They always say that before hurting you!" Dollface protested as he flipped the table. Dollface grabbed the Maglight as it crashed down and smacked it into his furry knee.

William howled, falling down, nearly landing on her. Dollface barely escaped to the next table.

She had to get that whip back.

And her Grampa would be pissed if he found out she'd lost his hat!

Ugh, not NOW!

It was so weird what she was prioritizing right now.

She needed a helmet…

The head!

What was the golden bear's head doing here?!

Dollface fell on her stomach, sharply breathing as pain re-entered her body.

Well, at least she was more aware of herself!

Dollface slapped the bear head on.

This wasn't a mask anymore.

Not just a trophy either.

It was a battle helmet, and Dollface was fully immersed in the trenches.

Even if she had some serious tunnel vision now.

"Waah!" William whipped her feet out from under her. On the floor once again, she let out a wet cough and grabbed her Maglight from where it was rolling.

It was a pretty nice one, as long as a baseball bat and heavier than heavy. She wrenched it over her shoulder and swung.

"Strike one!" William laughed, shoving his elbow into her once-again soft tummy.

Dollface swung again.

"Steeeeeer-rike twooooo!"

"That's not how this works!" She yelled, swinging again.

"Strike three, you're out!"

"Fuck!" Dollface shouted, caught in the moment. She let out the garbled scream of toys as William planted a foot on her and pushed, then whipped her as she fell.

Dollface collapsed, skin stinging.

She couldn't even think as the welts raised around her wound. There was no other pain. No sewing needle stab or hot glue burn could compare to this. Dollface couldn't even will herself to stand or do anything but scream as he slashed her again and again and again...

...After grappling with Maggie, Dolli Mae was ripped away by the back of her coat. The giant red fox unhook from her and held Maggie by the string tie. Maggie writhed in the rotting pirate's grasp, limbs forminung where they shouldn't be.

Dolli Mae, not particularly worried before, sure was now as she watched them grapple, metal and fur feet planted, hands pushing.

"Leave!"

"Why?" Dollie Mae yelled, "Why should I?"

"Just take this!" The fox jankly kicked a manila folder of papers at her from where it dropped at his skeletal feet, "¡Vamos! Hurry!"

Dolli Mae scrabbled against the tiles in her boots and grabbed them.

"G-good bye!" Dolli Mae shouted to Vinnie as he pushed Maggie away. He reached to her open hand, to feel each other one last time, just to make sure they were real.

Dolli Mae ran, far, far away from the section of hallway, and down to a party room where she tripped in her heels and collapsed, unable to run any further in heels.

She put her hand to her breast, right over the cancer, and panted on her back, coat like a pool of blood around her.

Wait, no beating.

Usually in Cross Country and Track, she could hear her entire body working.

That used to be so comforting to hear herself living.

Dolli Mae looked at her hand.

She twisted it around, seeing new marks swirling across her arms and palms...

She shivered, then stopped, arms falling over her chest with the folder, feeling very cold, and numb, and sleepy.

She would later choke on a glob of coagulated blood in her sleep.