Deleted Scene: Ms. Rockwell's terrifying Game
Ms. Rockwell's eyelids fluttered open, and she found herself in a dimly lit, metallic room. Cold, unforgiving bars surrounded her, confining her in a small cage. Her heart raced as she realized the gravity of her situation. "Wakey, wakey, Cupcake," the familiar voice of the Yautja purred, sending shivers down her spine. His towering figure stood just outside the cage, eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "We're going to play a game since I don't believe you're telling me everything." Ms. Rockwell's fear escalated. "A game?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's right," the Yautja continued, his tone dripping with sinister delight. "Hide and seek. But I'll always win and find you."
Ms. Rockwell's mind raced. She had to find a way out of this nightmare, but the odds seemed insurmountable. The cage door creaked open, and the Yautja gestured for her to step out. "Run, Cupcake. Run and hide," he commanded, his voice oozing with dark amusement. With a surge of adrenaline, Ms. Rockwell bolted from the cage, sprinting down the corridor. Her heart pounded as she turned corners and ducked into shadowy alcoves, desperately searching for a place to hide. She found a storage room and slipped inside a large crate, pulling the lid over herself. Minutes passed, feeling like an eternity. She held her breath, praying the Yautja wouldn't find her. But her hopes were shattered when she heard his chilling voice again. "I told you, Cupcake. I'll always find you."
The lid of the crate was yanked off, and the Yautja's menacing figure loomed above her. He lifted her out with ease, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "You did well to get this far," he said, mockery in his tone. "But the game is over." Back in the cold, metallic chamber, Ms. Rockwell was once again strapped to the table. The Yautja's expression was devoid of amusement, replaced by a cold, analytical gaze. He leaned in uncomfortably close, invading her personal space. "Tell me more about the mayor and Mr. Jenkins," he demanded, his voice low and threatening. "What else are they hiding?" Ms. Rockwell, her spirit broken, took a deep breath. Fear gnawed at her insides, but so did a burgeoning regret. Had her beauty not been her defining trait, she wouldn't be here. Her title, her looks—once sources of pride—had led her to this nightmare. "The mayor has secret meetings with outsiders," she began, her voice trembling. "And Mr. Jenkins... I've heard rumors about bribes and deals happening behind closed doors. I don't know much more than that, but I swear I'm telling the truth."
The Yautja's eyes bore into hers, searching for any sign of deceit. He leaned even closer, his breath hot against her face. "I think you're holding back, Cupcake," he hissed. "And I don't like liars." Ms. Rockwell shuddered, tears streaming down her face. "Please, I'm telling the truth," she sobbed. Panic surged through her, alongside an aching regret. Why had she been so eager to be in the spotlight? Why had she craved the attention that now seemed like a cruel joke? The Yautja's gaze remained cold and unyielding. "Very well," he said, his tone grudgingly approving. "You've been helpful, Cupcake. But remember, if I find out you're holding back anything, the next game won't be as fun."
With that, he left the chamber, leaving Ms. Rockwell alone with her thoughts. The fear of what might come next weighed heavily on her mind, knowing her ordeal was far from over. Alone in the metallic cell, she regretted every step that had led her to this point—every pageant, every pose, every smile. They had painted a target on her back, drawing the attention of a predator she could never have imagined.
Crypto had his fill of tormenting the terrified Ms. Rockwell. Deciding she had no more valuable information to offer, he prepared to return her to Earth. With a flick of his wrist, he activated the controls of his spacecraft, setting a course for Rockwell. Ms. Rockwell's terror and exhaustion overwhelmed her, causing her to pass out cold. The psychological strain of the interrogation, combined with the physical exertion of the terrifying game, left her body and mind unable to sustain consciousness. She slipped into a state of unconsciousness, unaware of the journey back to Earth. The spacecraft descended through the Earth's atmosphere, landing stealthily on the outskirts of town, hidden from prying eyes. Crypto carried Ms. Rockwell's limp form, relishing the fear she would experience upon awakening. He gently laid her on her bed in her familiar bedroom, her peaceful face a stark contrast to the horror she had endured. Crypto lingered for a moment, savoring the sense of power he held over the fragile human. "Sweet dreams, Cupcake," he whispered, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. As Crypto reactivated his cloaking device and disappeared into the night, Ms. Rockwell remained unconscious, blissfully unaware of her surroundings. Her slumber was deep and dreamless, offering a temporary reprieve from the torment she had faced.