Blood splattered on the grass, dying it all a macabre shade of crimson. Mangled bodies were strewn about the countryside, cast away like trash. Scarlet liquid dripped slowly from her 'hands', the substance running down the barrels of the gun.
"Life is a cruel thing, isn't it?" the Machine laughed, licking some of the blood off, "It's taken away before you even know it, and you were never given the time to truly fulfill your purpose." At that, she cackled loudly, leaning her head back. As the light of day hit her face, you could see the blood staining most of it, her eyes glistening psychotically. She laughed harder, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
If you ever were to see that in real life, you'd be mortified for the rest of your life. Mind you, your life would end shortly after, but that's not the point.
"It's just so funny~!" she screamed, tears starting to run down her blood-stained face. Almost as quickly as she entered that state, she snapped out of it, jerking forwards, "Now, we should find the king, hmm?"
After hours, she finally saw it. The Ō no Shiro. Resting place of the King, and also to the grand gods prior their slaughter. Their wonderfully bloody slaughter. The Machine smiled as she remembered dismembering each and every one of the gods…
From the prude-like pink-haired one, the vain blonde one, the pink-haired whore, and so many more. So many bodies… so much blood.
"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down, my sweet King…" The Machine started to sing, jumping from platform to platform up to the castle, "All the gods are falling down, falling down, falling down. All the gods are falling down, naïve little king…"
Her creepy chant echoed throughout the clearing, loud yet quiet at the same time. But, easily, all-round scary.
She arrived at the castle doors, her guns smacking into the marble platform that held the gigantic palace. Ready to plow them down, the Machine sped into them, not expecting them to fly open before she even touched them.
"Oh, I guess my little king is expecting me~" she smiled, waltzing into the castle. The doors slammed shut behind her, sending a loud echo through the building. In reply, the Machine was going to smack her guns into the floor, surprised when no sound was made when she flicked her wrists. Furrowing her brow, she looked down, pulling her lips back in a snarl when she saw the absence of the giant machine guns on her arms.
"I guess this puts me at a disadvantage, doesn't my king?" she yelled the latter, hoping the vain ass that everyone calls the king would hear her. She smirked, continuing to stroll through, "I'll find you~"