There was a sound like the pitter patter of bare feet against marble. Once, then again and again in a quick recession. Like running. Only Harsher. Stomping.
Light filtered in from the glass, cascading down upon the form of a small child. A little girl. No, a Little Sister. Her hair was blonde, and her dress was pink. In front of her stood two figures. Both male, one towering over the other. A Big Daddy and a Splicer.
It was a pretty rare sight to see a Big Daddy and a Splicer together in one space and not at each other's throat over a Little Sister.
"I want to dress up!"
"I want to go out!"
"I want candy!"
"For the last time, girlie, d'ya really see anybody around 'ere willin' ta give ya candy?" Asked the Splicer. His name was James Reed, but he went by the name Jimmy just because it was more convienent. He had dirty blonde hair and wore a black bunny mask that only covered half of his face. It was decorated with glittering gold and fit the curve of his nose.
"I see Angels!" The Little Sister shouted in response, causing the Splicer to deadpan. He found humour in her statement, however, as he obviously knew the truth about Angels that her child brain just couldn't understand.
"You'n I know you're not thupid. There ain't no Angelth with candy for ya." Jimmy retorted. A groan of agreement came from Mister Thyg, the girl's Big Daddy, who received his name from Jimmy based on a joke he made when they first met.
"They're filled with candy!" The girl retorted and turned with a huff. "Yeah well, if they wath filled with candy then it'd be 'Alloween every day of every year." Jimmy scoffed. "Lithen, when ya wanna be rethonable, we'll talk." he told her and pocketed his hands as he patted Mister Thyg's shoulder and walked away from both of them.
Pursing her lips, the Little Sister cast her gaze back upon her Big Daddy. "Come on." she told him with a whisper, a sly smile where her lips would be. "We'll find the candy ourselves. But first, I need to find a costume!"
And so, the duo set out to find the Little Sister a costume. They spent a majority of their time searching the storefronts of Fort Frolic. Ripping clothes off the racks and tearing into the fabric to create the amalgamation of a disheveled witch costume.
By the time Jimmy managed to locate them again, or rather Mister Thyg again- the Little Sister had already up and left him. "Run off again, 'ave we?" Jimmy asked. There was a groan of affirmation from the diver suited man. He couldn't help but chuckle, a slight wheeze and a cough easing itself out toward the end of it. "Alright, leth find'er." Together they moved from one end of Fort Frolic to the next, retracing steps and backtracking as far back as Mister Thyg could seemingly remember.
"She probably crawled into a vent'a get away from ya." Jimmy told Mister Syg. "She could be in any buildin' by now!" A questioning groan came from Mister Thyg. Jimmy turned his head and sighed, not looking at the Big Daddy. He lifted his pipe wrench, scratching the back of his head with it. "Of courth she'd go lookin' for Angelth, but where? Do you know what year it ith? Thereth dead people everywhere! The warth taken everyoneth liveth, and every one of thoth bodyth got adam in 'em!" he threw the pipe wrench down in anguish.
The clank of metal against the ground echoed loudly. For a moment it seemed like even the familiar sound of dripping water had gone quiet after that. In that quiet moment, Jimmy thought really hard on where the girl might be, but it seemed she'd found them instead.
"Over here." From around the corner of a nearby building, the little minx seemed to whisper to them. "Where've you been?" Jimmy demanded, stomping over to her with Mister Thyg in tow. He picked up his wrench as he moved, pointing it at her. "You know 'ow Thyg worrieth about ya." She raised her hand, putting a finger to her lips. "Just come on! I put the Angels to sleep! Don't wake them!" Jimmy gave her a very thin-lipped smile and before he could say anything else Mister Thyg was on the move like nobody's business, so Jimmy just followed him instead.
Lagging a bit behind, Jimmy was the last to come into the room, but was just as surprised as Mister Thyg to find the scene of three newly freshly killed Splicers laid out on the ground in front of them. "Darthy." The little girl ignored the mention of her name. Choosing instead to kneel in the blood and stab her syringe into one of the bodies. "Jethuth Chritht, Darthy. Whad'dya do to 'em?"
"I'm a witch." The Little Sister claimed, raising the bottle of the syringe to her lips to taste it. "I put them to sleep with a spell!" she pulled the bottle from her lips and wiped the blood from her face with her arm. She looked up at them "There's enough to go around! Have some candy!" she told them. Mister Thyg stepped forward unquestioningly. "See? Mister Thyg loves candy!" she laughed. "It's a holiday, isn't it Jimmy? Come have some fun with me!"
Jimmy sighed. "Sure, kid. 'Appy 'Alloween."
