Reggie woke up in the vents.
Oh gaaaaawwwd, it was cramped in here.
She tried to stretch her arms out to no avail.
Oh yeaaaaaaahhhhhh, she was in here now.
Huh.
Weird.
Damn, she must've been tiiiiii-er'd!
Reggie tried to reorient herself in the room.
Okay.
Not a room.
Vent.
Vent shaft.
Vent system.
Legs sore, she crawled forward.
Okay, she got this, she was still mostly asleep, but that's fine.
She's fine.
Oh!
Was that a light!?!!
Reggie sighed with relief, she'd be out in minutes!
….Dollface looked past William and out a front window into the early morning blackness.
No one was coming for them.
She could stall no longer.
All she could hope for was an early morning employee to come in and stop this.
She sighed, arms aching and strength to stand failing the more and more she tried. Dollface's tummy was burning now.
Nerves were firing off, and the lactic acid was coursing through, a desperate attempted at life.
They were no match for blood loss and trailing organs geting ready to rip away from what was left of their barriers.
Dollface coughed, making her boots slip on the neon and black arcade carpet.
No, stop.
Next were her knees.
Hey, keep standing!
She fell to them so hard.
Her arms went slack as William started dragging her.
What was this new sensation?Oh yes, carpet burn.
That's what it's called, right?
Dollface's constant mind chatter finally went dead silent.