There's a place downtown where the freaks all come around. It's a hole in the wall, it's a dirty free for all!
Dollface looked at her suithead, pulled down from the shelf in the closet.
Fuck this place.
Fuck these bitches she got stuck with as roommates, and fuck anyone who'd get in her way.
Dollface smashed the tissue closer to her nose, wishing the gush would slow. Her eyes fell on the bag of quarters Grampa gave her.
She slammed her fist on the desk.
The youngest, twelve-year-old Theresea, rolled over in her sleep, agitated by the sounds of shifting tokens and agitation.
Dollface threw off her pajamas and pulled a black sweater over a sports bra. She pulled out the knife Grampa gifted her when she'd finally been released from the hospital, ignoring the swirls and slashes lacing her entire body, sliding it into her cleavage. She cracked her knuckles.
Motorists gloves...?
Oh!
And her boots. Where she was going, she'd definetely need them!
Second story window?
Too high, but going down could alert everyone, plus the door had an alarm…
Where ya goin'?
Dollface grimaced, scooping up the giant head, the bear falling onto its side.
"Downtown." Dollface looked in her leather bomber pocket. Maybe she still had money from Daisy's Dairy Delights saved as pocket change?
Afton and Emily were too cheap to properly pay them.
Always went to the 'Company'.
Or 'Dinner'.
Because they'd always push rehearsals past contracted hours, purposely distracting the girls.
Oh well, it wasn't like any of them would quit.
Or could.
Anyway, Dollface wished the buisenessmen hadn't called into her part time jobs and quit for her, even if she was too busy to remember she had previous responsibilities.
Dollface scooped up the quarter bag and the wallet, dropping it into the gutted head of Fredbear and lept onto the desk.
She lifted the window.
Then the screen.
Surprised there weren't any iron bars on the windows like on the boy's dorms down the street, the girl nimbly jumped to the sill like a bird in flight, then onto the empty rose trellis.
God, could they have made this any easier for her?
Dollface climbed to the roof, past one of Regina's many windows, then perched herself there.
She still wasn't strong enough for a long stretch of flight, but she could glide.
There was a phone booth near the bus stop….
Dollface tried to keep her grip on the slippery grey Victorian tiles, searching.
There it is.
And no witnesses.
When the dark of the night comes around...
Dollface nervously shifted her booted feet and inhaled sharply, shirt and jacket in her arms, bare skin to the wind, trying to find a good gale to ride.
And then she jumped.
