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It was night time within Outpost-3. The wind battered at the structure from outside the confines and protection of it's wall: an honest and terrifying display of power from the planet-wide toxic death storm which haunted all biological life's attempts at remaining in peace in the face of danger: it was almost as if the exoplanet of Copper-9 was actively trying to flush out an illness, an illness that the humans who once lived here so 'peacefully' implanted into it's climate and ecosystem. It was once such a beautiful planet, and now? It were a disgrace - a constant blizzard with the rubbles and bones of a society once so grand and proud, discarded to blood and turmoil - then to ash.
Within Copper-9, however - the lights all automatically had turned off by this point. Late, as evident from the way the hallways' lack of any wandering soul being that of a school student or janitor - despite that, the school was as practically loud as it were at day. The hallways unpopulated, yet the noise everlasting - a clanging, a desperation, somewhat hollow and terrified in nature. But why? Surely there was no reason to be visiting the school at this time? And in such terror? Perhaps someone had snuck in, and had been caught by #2342 (also known as the teacher, and Lizzy's father)? Or perhaps something much more cruel was occurring at this time? Something much more fitting for a horror story.
Thundering against the tiled flooring, barging into lockers with a tentative fear so tightly gripped at her mind was Kelsey Day. Her shoes pressed hard at each contact, allowing for the sound to radiate and bounce off the walls without a notion of resistance. Shivering - a wreck of terror, she had to continuously pushed her battered glasses once more to her neon blue visor. Infact - it was her eyes that were the only thing to project light forward for her to be able to see and gather her bearings. She'd abandoned her phone several paces ago, and she were sure she had heard it be smashed in from a heavy foot, the indigo case most likely rubber-banding off from the pressure.
Scruffy and ragged were her hair and attire - despite it being so organised and neatly adjusted into two twin ponytails, the strands around the cyan bands poking out in messy display. Torn were her red dress - the skirt pulled and gripped at from where she had been grabbed and reacted in kicking and struggling.
Despite all this, the most terrifying part to it all was that she knew who was chasing her.
Doll Glazzhenshchina.
They were apart of the same cheerleading squad, alongside Lizzy and Rebecca, but Doll stuck out the most in comparison to the rest: the Russian often stuck to herself and was rather quiet, only really being involved in conversation when Lizzy had urged her to join - nevertheless, Kelsey herself had never exchanged as much as a word with Doll, and she did not like to get involved particularly with the gossip relating to Doll.
Kelsey Day had been lured to the school through the notion of a letter - indicating another drone known as Penny's interest in her for a conversation relating to an upcoming assignment, which would probably spiral into a one-sided gossip session about the upcoming prom, and who was going with who and what not. Penny was yet another drone of not many words - although Kelsey was aware that she often greeted Lizzy in the halls, so it was not too farfetched to assume the note was real.
Kelsey had wandered into where they were set to meet - music room three, (it appeared to be abandoned, course - minus a few strange props like tableware and an abandoned pink rabbit plush) and it was where she was ambushed with a knife just narrowly missing her side.
Doll had been stood there, strange sigils surrounding her, all holding knives - all being thrown toward Kelsey. They'd caught at her clothes, but not her body and so she had ran; dropping her expensive phone as she did.
And that was where she were now - pelting down the corridors the best she could, vaguely aware of Doll giving chase.
She shook her head viciously, trying to wipe the fear away from her mind. As she ran, she felt her ankle bend at an awkward angle against the recently mopped floor, to which her body involuntarily emitted a wail of surprise, slipping and crashing against a locker. Her body hit it at such a sheer force, she felt her mind reel backward into a dazed nature, as she slumped against the locker, coughing.
Her legs coiled underneath herself, as though an attempt to secure herself against the coldness of the concrete below her.
Where she gazed outward too now, was only barely lit up by her eyes, and with a slight flick, she blinked, and spun her body around to face the hallway, rather than the locker she had collapsed into.
A quivering shape surrounded by a display of knives stood in the darkness: her red eyes matching her red cheerleader attire perfectly, yet no matter how much her style fit her, there was no denying how frightening the view of those glowing scarlet pixels glaring into Kelsey's soul was.
Kelsey's chest welled up with breath, and she glowered, crying aloud, "Why - Doll, why are you, why are you trying to kill me?" She stammered, her breath hitching in her throat, "We're in the same club!" She spluttered out, pixilated tears beginning to form in her visor, as she allowed her hands to fall and touch the ground, staring downward, her hot breath echoing outward, "We did so many activities together, like- So many!" She were to continue speaking, when it hit her,
"No.. Doll, did you..."
Doll was silent.
A yawp ripped out of Kelsey's body so loud, she shook, "Did you kill Kenzie Rivers too?!"
The sigils surrounding Doll flickered, and so did her eye briefly - mimicking the shape.
Kelsey slammed her fist against the floor, "What about Lainey Gilmore? Angela Palmer? Dillan Hall?"
Silence.
Kelsey's gaze looked up, "Tell me - did you? Answer me!"
"Доброе горе..." Doll's voice reached Kelsey's senses.
She paused, as her system worked to translate it for her...
[ "GOOD GRIEF..." ]
Doll rolls her eyes to the side, and as she does - the sigils surrounding her disintegrate into the air, the knives clanging against the floor...
"Вы любите делать поспешные выводы..."
[ "YOU LIKE TO JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS..." ]
Kelsey's throat felt hoarse from the yelling, as she sat there on the floor, "They aren't just conclusions if there's basic evidence against you, especially like what's happening here!-"
"Но я могу дать тебе это,"
[ "BUT I CAN GIVE YOU THIS," ]
Doll began to slowly wander over, causing Kelsey to back up, pressing against the locker, her eyes hollowed out in fear,
"Ты всегда был моим любимцем, не считая Lizzy."
[ "YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN MY FAVOURITE, APART FROM LIZZY." ]
"...What?" She breathed out, her visor expressing a warning symbol, her body urging her to run - yet she stayed there, frozen in place,
"Ваше чувство справедливости всегда было трогательно видеть, и отсутствие у тебя агрессии по отношению ко мне. Я ценю это."
[ "YOUR SENSE OF JUSTICE HAS ALWAYS BEEN TOUCHING TO SEE, AND YOUR LACK OF AGGRESSION TOWARDS ME. I APPRECIATE IT." ]
Doll stopped directly infront of Kelsey, drooping down to a crouch - blank, glowing gaze boring into the other. Doll's arms hung down in an infamous position. The sweetness of Kelsey's panicked breath sending waves of joy throughout Doll - thanks to her consumption of so many drones, and managing to keep composed during hangout sessions with Lizzy, she'd found ways to not react savagely and attack almost instantly - it was amazing, especially for someone who was a spork, someone who often fantasized about eating themselves, someone who had daily interaction with cakes. Even if she knew her intentions toward Kelsey - no matter how much she liked, or infatuated over Kelsey; nothing would stop what she intended to do. She had to kill her for her plan to put V in a vulnerable position to work,
and then she'd eat her.
Kelsey shook, "Then why are you doing this, if you like me so? Please. Just let me go, and I won't tell anyone about this. I'll keep my mouth zipped, please... Please, Doll. Please!" She begged, her voice a whimper toward the end - growing weak and desperate.
Doll shook her head,
"Нет. Боюсь, я не смогу."
[ "NO. I'M AFRAID I CAN'T." ]
"Why not? This can just be kept between us, please. I - I don't need to die!"
Doll's voice was almost resembling that of a snarl,
"Если я оставлю тебя в живых, я подведу свою мать. И если я подведу свою мать, я подведу себя."
[ "IF I LET YOU LIVE, I'LL BE LETTING MY MOTHER DOWN. AND IF I FAIL MY MOTHER, I WILL FAIL MYSELF." ]
Kelsey sneered, "Would your mum want this?"
Doll stiffened.
The Russian's hand twitched, and so did the rest of her body, as though trying to keep herself calm. Yet, calmness could never remain, especially when -
"ВЫ НЕ ЗНАЕТЕ МОЮ МАМУ!"
[ "YOU DON'T KNOW MY MOTHER!" ]
Doll practically screamed the words out like a lion - and much like the ferocious beast, she leapt, her mouth wide open. Kelsey held an arm out to try defend against the attack, and her oil ran cold once she came to the realisation of such a threatening sensation...
Doll had sank her fangs inward to her arm, and was thrashing it like some sort of beast.
Этот вкус: он похож на русский медовик!
The tangy, creamy taste of oil flowing out of this cake strived Doll to continue - she could control herself, course - but this? It was like a treat. Something so familiar.. Something just like how Yeva would have done it... It was joyous - it was almost nostalgic-
Kelsey pulled her arm free with a kick to Doll's stomach, pushing off against the lockers and floor, pelting it downward the hallway - the dripping of her oil audible.
"Тогда ладно. Пусть будет по-твоему."
[ "OKAY THEN. LET IT BE YOUR WAY." ]
Doll knew she were to catch up to Kelsey,
and in the morning:
the fellow worker drone would be dead.