It has been over a year since Rose was found from the rotting cottage and warmly adopted into the Walter Manor, living her new life blissfully with the company of her four metal and six human friends. Life couldn't be better! However, amid the blit...
Red warning lights flash in unison with Bebop's mechanical countdown. Almost immediately, my ears pick up on another fainter sound. For a moment, pondering that I must have been hearing things, the strange noise came once more.
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Step....step....step....step.
Tilting my head to the ceiling, the noise emitting from above us. I am not the only one to have notice for Rabbit, still within her embrace looks up too. She quivers. "A-a-are those f-f-f-f-foots-steps?"
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My face follows the sound of the footfalls, realizing that they are moving to the window. Taking Rabbit's hand in mine, anxiously squeezing it. Rabbit shows no signs of rejection as our attention is caught by the red-tinted gleam of silver. My photoreceptors are now focused on the window, its shattered shards of glass giving it the appearance of a monstrous mouth held agape. From the left-most corner of the window frame, when the flashes of light illuminated the perimeter, a sliver hand can be seen. Slender fingers curl around its white wooden exterior, pulling an all too familiar outline with it. The closer Bepop came to concluding his count down, the more the figure reveals itself. The height....the outline of dorsal fins...the accents of silver...Bepop finishing. "Three..."
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A pair of arms pull a large frame of a body through the window. Bepop sounds again. "Two..."
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One by one, booted feet step on to the floor, the noise of crunching glass in their wake. My photoreceptors widening as I quickly recognize the figure slowly arising to full height. Bepop speaks for the last time. "One..."The mechanical whirl of the Manor's electronics shutting down echoes through the entire building. The red emergency light once again bathes the figure in an ominous crimson, displaying no other but The Spine. Hisses of wrathful steam escaping his neck and cheeks.
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