WARNING: These next few chapters have instances of near mutilation, actual mutilation, mentions of sexual assault of children, and similarly uncomfertable subjects. If you are unable to handle such details, please skip these chapters.

"Alright, we're here." Waylon declared as he and Cyrus looked around a room full of sewing machines on tables. "Now, all we have to do is find a way out without running into Gluskin."

"Wait, what about-" Cyrus started.

"Well, Dennis can't exactly make sure we do it, can he?" Waylon interrupted. "Look, this is the Vocational Block, it connects straight to the Male Ward, leading straight to the exit. We're close to the end, we don't have time to run errands for crazy people. Got it?"

"...Okay." Cyrus said as the two crept through the room, searching for a way out.

"Oh hey, there's a door." Waylon said as he tried to open it, only to find it locked. "Damn, every door in this asylum is locked, it's like a f***ing video game…"

"Well, there has to be another way, right?" Cyrus asked.

"Pretty sure there is. C'mon, it's got to be here somewhere…" Waylon motioned as the two carried on.

"Please, I need you to bleed less. I know it hurts, but you must only endure for a little while longer."

Eddie Gluskin, aka the Groom, said this to the Variant chained onto a makeshift operating table, bound and gagged, yet still trying to break free from his restraints. In the corner of the room, Kotoko Iwanaga sat, tied up in a chair, forced to watch what Gluskin was doing.

"Once again, I'm truly sorry for tying you up like that, Darling, I know this process is rather… uncomfortable to watch," Eddie said, turning to face Kotoko, "but I assure you, it will be worth it. Soon, you'll be holding our child in your arms. Even if you can't deliver them yourself."

Eddie then turned back to the trapped Variant, bringing a buzz saw down to face their pelvic region.

"First, however… we need to make you beautiful." the Groom said as he started up the saw, the Variant being brought ever closer to it.

"MMPH! MMPH!" The Variant struggled as he tried to delay the saw meeting flesh… ultimately losing the effort.

Gluskin watched as the saw did its work, cutting into the Variant, blood flying out in all directions. Kotoko could only watch as the light died in the Variant's eyes and his struggling ceased.

"No… no!" Eddie moaned, slamming his hand onto the table after the saw finished. "We lost them again! How many times must it take?!" he yelled as he unfastened the restraints and slung the Variant's corpse over his shoulder. "I'm so sorry you had to see that, Darling." Eddie addressed Kotoko, his voice once again calm. "I can only imagine how traumatizing it is for you. Like I said, it will all be worth it once we have our child. I'll dispose of this ugly whore, then be right back with another doner. Just stay here." Eddie then walked off, leaving the Goddess of Wisdom tied up.

It should be noted that Kotoko had seen her fair share of terror. She had witnessed an arm being chomped off, a head being smashed by a steel girder, and all manner of monstrous beings, both human or otherwise. But, at this moment…

...Kotoko Iwanaga was terrified.

"Come on, pull!" Waylon struggled as he and Cyrus heaved to pull a heavy safety gate open to access the elevator shaft. After a few minutes of pulling, they managed to pry the gates, allowing them to climb down into the elevator shaft.

"Careful, watch your step." Waylon cautioned as the two got down onto the roof of the elevator. "You could probably break your leg if you fell from that height… course, that wouldn't be a problem for you."

"R-Right." Cyrus nodded. "Now what?"

"Now, we open the emergency door of the elevator, like so…" Waylon said as he did just that. "Get down, take the elevator to the second floor, then find a way out from there."

After a quick elevator ride, the two found themselves on the second floor, the elevator opening up to an open hallway. What grabbed the two's attention, however, was a saying written in black marker right in front of them, blood splatter underneath it:

"A woman's work is never done."

"That's… definitely not a good sign." Waylon said.

"Wait… d-do you hear something?" Cyrus asked. After a moment, Waylon could hear it as well… singing?

"When I was a boy my mother often said to me

get married, son and see how happy you will be

I have looked all over, but no girlie can I find,

who seems to be just like the little girl I have in mind.

I will have to look around until the right one I have found."

"S***, hide!" Waylon whispered as he and Cyrus found and hid under a table, just in time to watch Eddie Gluskin march on by, corpse in hand.

"Oh God… it's Gluskin." Waylon whispered in horror as they watched the insane groom walk through a set of double doors. "What the hell is he doing with that body?"

"I-I-I don't think we want to find out." Cyrus mumbled.

"Good point." Waylon agreed. "Come on let's get out of-"

Before the technician could finish this thought, his head came into sudden contact with the bottom of the table, making a knocking sound, as well as giving Park a massive bump on the head.

"Aaumph!" Waylon yelled before he caught himself as both his and Cyrus' eyes widened in terror. For a moment, all was still… until…

"Darling, is that you? I told you to stay in the operating room!"

The two silently screamed as The Groom came out from the doors.

"I know you're as eager as I am to have a child, but please, show some patience. These things take time." Eddie said as he looked around the room, seeing no one. "Ah, playing hard to get, are we? Very well, the game is on!"

"Let's get out of here while we can." Waylon whispered, the two sneaking their way out from under the table and began to walk away from the madman…

*CREAK*

"...oh god damnit, Cyrus." Waylon cursed as Eddie turned around, spotting the two.

"Oh, you're not… I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else." Eddie apologized. "Well, all the better! I need you two for something."

"No thanks, we're not interested, bye!" Waylon said quickly as he and Cyrus ran away, with the Groom following close behind.

"Wait, please, I beg you! We need you to have our baby!" Eddie pleaded as he chased after them.

"What do we do?!" Cyrus cried as the two ran from the psychopath.

"Just keep running!" Waylon yelled.

The two continued to run around the floor for a long while, the Groom hot on their heels before…

"Ah!" Cyrus tripped, falling face first to the ground. Waylon stopped, turned back, and saw You soon marching closer to Cyrus.

"... I'm sorry. You can't die, I can." Park said as he turned his back on Cyrus and took off.

"Waylon, wait!" Cyrus cried. "Don't leave me!"

The informant then felt Gluskin's hands grab the back of his shirt.

"There, there, it's alright." Eddie assured. "Once my darling and I have a child, you can go. All you need to do is provide-"

Eddie stopped when he turned Cyrus over, seeing cuts on his face fading away. The sight made the Groom's face fall in… disappointment?

"Hm… how odd." Eddie said. "It seems you're irreversibly ugly. You have my sympathies. You can't provide a child to us. Oh well, I suppose I'll have to go after the other one."

With that, the Groom dropped the informant and marched off after Waylon, leaving Cyrus shaking on the ground.

"Gotta lose him, gotta lose him…" Waylon panted as he ran, until he spotted a locker. "Not a good idea… but it's better than nothing."

Waylon clambered into the locker, using the small opening to peak out. After a few minutes, Waylon let out the breath he'd been holding. "(Okay, now all I have to do is stay in here until the coast is clear, then find the exit. Sorry Cyrus, but I'm sure you'll be fine.)"

"...Hmmm. Close. I can... the smell of your arbor. I'm afraid you can't hide from me."

Gluskin's eyes blocked out what little light was in the room. Waylon shrank back in horror as the eyes of the Groom observed him.

"You make yourself a gift for us. Our stork, to deliver us our child." Eddie said in bliss as he pushed the locker down and then dragged it along. "I'm sorry I've been a little… forward with you. I just… we need a child, my darling and I. She can't provide, unfortunately, but you… you can do so, I know it. I need a family, a legacy. To be the father I never had. I'll never let anything happen to our children. Not like...they did." he explained, the 'they' said with no small amount of venom. The Groom then stopped dragging the locker and leaned over to look at the technician.

"Oh, you look positively frightened! My apologies, it was my mistake. Here," Eddie offered as he sprayed some sort of gas into the locker, "this will help you relax."

"N-No…" Waylon muttered as he fell unconscious, his last waking thoughts all being the same thing.

"(Cyrus….Lisa….boys...I'm sorry.)"

"Darling, I'm back!" Eddie greeted in joy as he dragged the locker into his workshop. "And I've found us another donor! I have a good feeling about this one, don't you-"

Eddie froze as he looked around the workshop: no Kotoko.

"Darling? Darling, where are you?" Eddie called out, getting no response. "Darling?! DARLING!"