Button Eyes

"Button Eyes" is the 45th episode of Wiksteria Lane.
==Summary==
War gets even more deadly as it progresses, and Jdg is condecorated for his good work, which leads him to believe he can't be stopped, and that the time has finally come for him to do what no one else has been capable of doing so far. Meanwhile, Renaboss finally confronts Villain about the death of Missy, and RenaBOT tries to find the person that could give his artificial life meaning. When her daughter gives into despair, Belle takes it upon herself to make everything alright, and Lynette has his stumps full with people coming back to mess with his life.
==Plot==
She lies on the street, restless, panting, completely out of her strengths. She has run for so long already and feels hopeless, knowing deep down that there is no escape, there is no salvation - she feels doomed to die, right there. Her clothes are white but her soul is black, and no longer transparent: they could see it. All of them, the faceless, nameless, irrelevant nobodies, they could see her for what she truly was: a product of evil, a spawn of the Devil. She starts to squeal as she hears their steps, the commotion they cause, approaching her, closer, and closer, and closer... Death is imminent. She knows this, she saw it. But whose? Visions are a tricky thing, and the future is a puzzle. Blood will be shed right there where she lies. Whether it would be hers, time would tell. They appear. Running, coming in from behind the buildings of their wiki's main portal. They hold up flaming torches, fashioned from domestic brooms. They hold up garden utensils, sharp sticks, and some bring handguns in tow. They see her, just lying down on the street, and rush towards her. "Kill the witch!!" "Burn her at the stake!!" "Send her back to hell!!" they scream as they run towards the dark creature, their voices reflecting a mixture of hatred, determination, vengeance and fear. She tries to scream but her voice fails her. And they fall on top of her. Scratching, clawing, kicking, punching, pulling, biting, doing everything they can to get back at the vile woman. She has to pay for the horrible things she's done. She has to suffer. Her blood has to be spilled, to make up for the blood of the innocent children with which she quenched her thirst. Her clothes are torn and slashed, and she cries out in agonizing pain as they pull her hair out and cut at her cheeks and arms. They pin her down, the angry nobodies. Grab her by the wrists, by the ankles, and make her hurt. She wants to scream, but she is weakened... so weakened. She starts to pass out just as the rain of bullets starts to pour, sideways. They fall like dominoes, being pierced through the chests, the heads, the legs, everywhere. The machine gun keeps firing away at the angry mob, and they keep dropping like flies, their instruments of revenge meeting them on the ground. Dozens of people had gathered to kill the witch. Dozens of people were now dead because of it. He stops getting the machine gun to work and drops it to the floor. Then he makes his way towards the pile of people, kicking away at the nobodies, making their corpses move out of his path. He finds her barely alive amidst their cadavers, and he looks full of sorrow, bathed with compassion. Rappy 4187 crouches down and puts his arms under Sannse, his beloved witch. The woman loses all senses in his arms as he carries her off to safety. And the flashback ends.
Rappy 4187, the creator of wikia, caresses the face of his beloved second half as she lies in bed, in the present day, sleeping. It's been years since the mob attack, and she has been asleep for the vast majority of that time. Weak. So, so weak. Her life force has been drained out of her, and Rappy misses the powerful lioness that once was his wife. The love of his life. "It won't take long now, sweetheart," he whispers to her ear, as though she can hear him, "I will make you better again. I will give you life, I will give you strength. I will make you whole. I will make us whole." He kisses her on the forehead and tells her he loves her, lowly. Trellar watches this from the front door of the dreary navbar and isn't happy. Her heart is with him, her colleague and superior. The man who uses her like a toy. And she hates that weak woman, that worthless vegetal. Many times she's been tempted to just bring a pillow to Sannse's face. But something held her back. And she often thought to herself: was that something perchance a someone? She looks at the doll Sannse holds up against her chest as she sleeps, and gets a customary chill. Rappy gets out of the bed and Trella asks him what he means about making Sannse strong again, what is going to happen, to which he answers that she needn't worry about that, not until the time is right anyway. He walks out of the navbar, telling the blonde that his wife needs to get her rest, and Trella leaves after him, closing the creaky door behind her.
Villain fan and BelleLover sit in the former's parked car, in the lot of the mental institution to which the middle-aged man sent his teenage daughter. She called him recently to provide him with his share of the blame in her problems, and he turned her down. Now, with some incentive from his girlfriend, there he was, ready to visit her. But not wholly. Belle takes his hand and asks if they can get out of the car already, to which Villain responds that he's not anxious to go in and listen to his daughter as she rants about how he's sick. "I don't want you to listen to any of that," he says. His lover puts on a comforting smile and says, "I don't understand what the problem is. You have told me everything, haven't you? I know you better than anyone does. I know your deepest, darkest secrets, as you do mine. It's fine. Let's just get this over with. I wanna meet this daughter of yours properly." Villain sighs, and they get out of the car.
By the reception desk, Villain asks to visit MaryPierceLopez, and the receptionist picks up the phone and places a call to Mary's bedroom, to inform her that she has visitors. A few minutes later, Mary, in her white robe, shows up, and doesn't look pleased to see her father. Villain reacts awkwardly to her presence, not knowing whether to hug or kiss her, or shake her hand. He does nothing. One hand over Belle's shoulder, he introduces her as his girlfriend. Mary skims the woman from head to foot, remembering her vaguely from the beauty contest chaos. She greets her with a dry tone, and Belle comments that she's very excited to finally meet her. She reaches out her hand to shake Mary's, but the young woman, with arms crossed against her chest, doesn't budge. Belle takes her hand back and Villain, looking disappointed, reminds Mary to keep her manners in check. "Did you just come here to introduce me to her?" Mary asks, and Villain claims that Belle did want to come along and meet her, yes, but he mostly came because of the phone call she made. Mary says, "I'm not up to this, I'm sorry. I was actually having a good day, making some good progress, and now I just... I feel psychotic, you know? I don't like having you around me. I feel like having a nervous meltdown." She turns around without saying goodbye, and walks away. Villain seems to be unshaken. He tells Belle that they should just get back into the car, but the old woman, not content, follows after Mary, leaving him standing in the reception, calling for her. Belle chases the girl down and puts herself in front of her, asking why she treated her father so coldly. "If you knew the things he's done to me..." "Honey, I do know," Belle says, "I also know the things you've done to him. The two of you have a confused, messed up relationship." "That's an understatement." "Yes, it's fucked up, okay? You're fucked up, and you blame him. You just need to understand, he's also fucked up, because someone fucked him up, okay? Monsters aren't born most of the time, they're modelled. Villain is... he is capable of doing some unholy things. Like... ravaging you. But it's not entirely his fault. He was shaped into the man he is today." Mary looks confused and intrigued. "How do you know all this?" she asks. "Because," Belle explains, "I know him. I know his past, and his present. I have hope that I can be good to him." "He's irredeemable," Mary says, "He killed some kid, did you know that? Kept their heart in a jar." "Yes, dear, I know," Belle tells her, which surprises Mary. "And you... you're okay being with him? What the...?" "Sweetie," the older woman says, interrupting her, "We all have demons, some of us greater than others. You don't know everything, so you shouldn't be too harsh a judge. Just trust me on this, I have faith that your father really does love you. He wouldn't have come otherwise. I know someday you two will salvage your relationship." Mary doesn't quite know what to say, and asks her how she can be so certain. Belle says that she is just a very hopeful person. "I know we can shake those horrible mistakes of our past off and move on. We kind of have to, in order to survive." Belle moves in to kiss Mary's cheek, and tells her, "It was really nice to meet you." She walks back to her man, past the puzzled girl.
The setting is Glee Court, over at the Glee Wiki. Judge Gliebe is starting to get impatient as he waits for their president, Gleekobsessed, to arrive. He sends the president a text, asking how long it'll take him to arrive, and Gleek answers that he'll be there shortly. Little does the judge know, the president is currently naked in bed with his lover, with whom he's rekindled his relationship. The judge and the other political and juridic hot-shots who were seen previously in the latest war-themed meeting, have gathered together again to discuss possible solutions to their problem once more, strategic decisions.
IceBerry and Andalusian enter the building. The secretary looks shaky, nervous, having been asked by his boss to accompany his latest hire in a secret mission, to help out however he saw fit. Along the way the woman never uttered a single word, never even opened her mouth. She still doesn't. They walk through the mostly deserted building, and Anda leads the way, as though she's studied the area, bringing a large pack on her back. She leads him to the library, locking the doors behind them with her own copy of the key, and they approach the area where all of the debatants are gathered. They can see them through a window on the higher floor, but the men take no notice that they are looking in. "What do we do now?" Ice asks, "What did our boss want us to do? I'm at a loss." Andalusian doesn't say anything, she just smiles wickedly. Ice is confused and scared, as he looks at her, and then he hears coughing. He turns to the window and notices the men inside the adjacent room panicking as a green gas fills up the space. They get up from their seats and start to run around like crazy, and some start to cough out blood. Gliebe contorts on top of the table, trying to breathe in precious oxygen, but all he takes in is the green gas. Ice's eyes widen and his jaw drops as he looks at a dozen gentlemen of importance fall victim to Andalusian's own special kind of warfare. Some men crawl on the floor, others roll around, as the gas almost covers the room completely. Gliebe lies on the table, eyes open, dead. A minister starts banging on the window before Ice, which startles him, trying to break free, but his force is diminished. He starts to lose his senses and to slide down to the floor, his hand against the window. Ice brings his hands to his mouth, horrified, and shrieks. He turns to Andalusian and calls her a monster. The terrorist puts the backpack down and opens it, removing a breathing mask from it, which she conveniently places on her face. "What are you doing?..." Ice asks. She then takes out a cylindrical green object - another gas bomb, which she promptly activates. IceBerry freaks out as the green gas starts to emanate from the cylinder, and he runs as fast as he can, down the steps and towards the doors, only to remember that she's locked them... and kept the key with her. He starts to scream loudly, calling for help, to no avail. He then rushes back towards the woman, deadset on taking the key from her, but she stands at the source of the deadly gas, and when he approaches her he starts to feel ill. He gets away again, back to the front of the library, banging at the doors, shouting. The library is large, so it takes a fairly great amount of time for the gas to spread. About an hour. But it does. Andalusian just sits on a chair in the elevation, gas mask on, legs crossed, and IceBerry shrinks by the doors, quietly accepting his fate. He's tried kicking the doors open, but they're too thick. Once the deed is done, once his body lies on the floor, she walks over it, unlocks the doors and gets out of the library. Back on the hallways, she removes the gas mask and exits the structure.
Lynettefan2626 has an irritated look in his eyes as he looks at the mess left behind in the laboratory by the runaway robot. Sadball48's cold body lies on the floor, motionless, of course, and Lynette pokes it with his foot, trying to get a reaction from it. The scientist's neck looks like a soft pasty skin, completely crushed. Andalusian meets him at the lab, not saying a word, and Lynette trusts that she has finished her task. She doesn't say anything, she just smiles. Lynette is content that his treacherous receptionist is dead, as are all of the men who wanted to devise an end to the war, especially Gleekobsessed. "I guess now I can end war myself," he says, "And finally become the president of the Glee Wiki. Marvellous." He's excitement is bleak, however. His attention falls back to the fallen man who had promised to give him back his hands. And to the notion that now there is a strong android that looks like his enemy on the loose.
DisneyMeerkats prepares lunch for her and her mother, and her mind seems to keep drifting. Belle comes in, back from her visit to the mental facility, and greets her daughter, whom she hasn't seen yet that day. She asks her how the job hunt is going, and Disney answers that she's found a new job at the Gallery, working at a perfume store where Prima is a regular. Belle smiles and kisses her child in the cheek, congratulating her. She notices the lunch is burnt and asks what happened, and Disney confesses that she hasn't been focused that day. "Why, sweetie?" Belle asks, "With such good news..." Disney sits down at the table and sighs. She rests her head on her hands and closes her eyes. Belle sits by her side and puts a hand on her back, and Disney starts to say: "Mom, I'm scared... I am so, so scared. She saw me, Andalusian, she looked right into my eyes and I am pretty sure that she recognized me, even with the... transformation. She knows I'm here, and she's gonna finish her job. She's gonna kill me, I just know it." "Honey..." "Mom, I'm the reason she can't talk! There's no way she won't kill me." Belle is sympathetic towards her precious child. "I'm going to have a baby..." Disney says, "I finally have a girlfriend again, even though I am a woman. Someone who could love me despite... I don't know. She loves me, and she wants to have a child with me. Someone has already taken that away from us, but we're gonna keep trying. That's what she wants anyway. But how can I agree to look after a baby when there is a hit on my head?" Belle tells her daughter not to worry: "I will take care of everything." "How...?" Disney asks, not convinced. "I am your mother," Belle says, "My job is to look after you. That's what I've been doing my whole life, isn't it? Putting you first, guarding your life with my own. I will take care of it. I swear." She kisses her daughter lovingly on the forehead, and gets up to make them a proper meal.
Villain enters his template, looking distraught, and puts the keys in its place, when there is a knock on the door. He opens it to find Renaboss looking serious. The young man comes right in, without saying anything, and Villain asks what is going on. "Are you still crazy like the last time we met?" Villain asks, "Are you here to finish what I started?" Rena claims not to know what he's talking about. "I am here to have a talk with you. And I really don't know how to go about it, so I'll just be blunt: you killed MissMayfair." Villain doesn't react. "I did what to who?" he says. Rena studies his face. "Before I came to this wiki, before I got your phone call telling me to come to this wiki, I was looking after a young girl who said that her grandfather wanted to kill her. That girl's name was MissMayfair. I just found out she was Lynette's daughter. And he says you kept her locked up and killed her. Is that true?" Villain chuckles, telling him he has absolutely no idea what the Chat Mod is talking about. "Was it her heart in the jar...? Oh God, was it...?" Rena asks, about to break into tears. "No..." Villain says, "I already told you whose heart it was." "Actually, you told me three lies and I didn't believe either of them," Rena reminds him, "I still have no idea whose heart it was, all I know is you're some sick child killer." "What is it exactly that you want, Rena?" Villain asks him. Rena takes his time to reply, unsure. "You're under arrest..." he finally says. Villain laughs. "I'm sorry, what?" he says. Rena takes out his handcuffs and tells him, "You're under arrest, until I finish my investigation." Villain chuckles. "This isn't a fucking joke, old man!!" Rena blurts out, "I am the authority and you will obey me!! Turn the fuck around so I can cuff you." "Rena," Villain says, calmly, "I am going to ask you very calmly to leave my home. If you don't, I will have to take some measures to ensure that you leave." Rena takes out his handgun. Villain does the same. "You sure you wanna do this?" he asks. Rena looks shaken, as they both point their weapons at each other. "What happens?" the frail female voice asks from the top of the stairs. They both turn around to see Lady Junky looking worried. When Rena's eyes meet hers again, she is shaken. "Papa..." she calls, weakly. "What happened to you...?" Rena asks, again noticing her bruises; he turns to Villain and shouts, "Did you do that to her you fucking freak?! I will kill you!!" Lady and Villain are both confused. "You raped her!!" Villain recounts, "You fucking attacked her you animal!!" Rena is stupefied. "What the...? What the hell are you talking about?" "Just get out of my template," Villain says. "I'm not going anywhere without her, you're insane if you think I'm leaving her here with you!" "Rena!!" Lady shouts, catching their attention. Rena looks at her sad face as she tells him, "Go away... Please!... Never come back..." Rena is beyond confused, as she tears up from the top of the stairs. Still pointing his gun at Villain, he slowly starts to walk backwards and out of the template.
Jdg98 finds himself inside a resting tent at the battlefield, with his general telling him that he is proud of him. "You're only 14 and you've proved yourself a remarkable young soldier. You've taken out more men than any one of your comrades, from what we can tell. You will be condecorated once this ordeal is over, son. Whether you survive or not." Jdg smiles with pride and tells the general he is so happy to have been of good service to him and the cause, and makes a comment about he has probably gotten off so well because of his small stature. The general smiles and adds, "You are a natural-born soldier, son. There is no telling what you can do with a gun in your hands." Jdg smiles again and has a thought.
The robot struts around the portals of Wiksteria Lane, walking oddly, and drawing the attention of passersby. He has one goal in his artificial mind, and that is to find Lady Junky. She will be his guide, his instructor. Its? His. He's a man, he's a real man, or will be, soon enough, anyway. She will teach him everything he needs to know about real life. He walks at a steady pace, and the people who recognize the young Chat Moderator from the titular portal wonder why he looks so zoned out, so odd. The robot makes his way through the portals. He grabs a random woman and asks her, "Where is the titular portal? Where is Lady Junky?" The woman screams and fights to be released from his grasp. A man rushes over ("Hey let her go you freak!") and the robot pushes him back, which sends him flying onto an esplanade, tumbling a table and two chairs over. The robot moves on, and starts walking in the middle of the road. A bus approaches him and the driver panics mildly when he sees the pawn. He tries to brake, but it's too late. The robot puts his hands forward, as an artificially instilled instinct, and makes the bus stop with his strength. He then puts his hands under the front of the bus and lifts it up, sending the bus flying backwards, killing some of the passengers inside. He then jumps onto the turned-over bus and walks over it, ignoring the cries and screams from the people inside, not in the sense of acknowledging them but choosing not to react, just not assimilating them whatsoever. Meanwhile, the average Joes of Wiksteria Lane look on with open-mouthed astonishment.
Andalusian, the renowned terrorist - one of a kind, for terrorists are usually low-profile - enters her new template on Lostpedia, satisfied with yet another job well done, and seems determined to start up on her next new assignment. She heads towards the study to look over at the papers her boss sent her. Unbeknownst to her, someone is in the template. She starts fiddling with the files, as the stranger makes their way to her. Then she senses something, finally. She turns around and sees nothing. Suspicious, she starts to sneak around, walking on the tip of her toes. As soon as she pokes outside of the room, BelleLover breaks a vase over her head, knocking the woman unconscious.
Some time later, Andalusian starts to come to her senses, slowly, still woozy. She realizes quickly that she has been tied to the desk of the study, which has been cleared of all that was on top of it, with some sturdy rope. "I do apologize for dropping in on you unannounced," Belle tells her captive, "My daughter told me where you lived, and... well, it seemed like the reasonable thing to do. Come here. And take care of... well... I'm not sure how to put it." Belle walks up closer to the woman, and looks her in the eyes. Anda is static. "A long time ago, you were sent to kill my son. Who is now my daughter. I believe that recently you've come to be the wiser about the... change. And I want to ensure that you leave my baby alone. I made that baby from scratch, and I will not allow you to put your filthy Islamic hands all over him. Her. Do you understand?" Anda doesn't respond. Or even blink. "I know you're not the kind of person to respond to threats or demands or even pleasant requests, so I'll have to speak in a language you can understand. You are a terrorist. A torturer. Someone who makes a living out of bringing hell upon others. Well..." Belle places herself over the head of the prisoner, "You haven't seen hell till you've messed with a mother's child." Belle grabs a handful of Anda's hair. And yanks it out. The terrorist opens her mouth to scream but no sound comes out, and Belle notices that she has no tongue - it has been cut out. "Well, I was planning to gag you at some point, but I see you've met me halfway," the middle-aged woman comments, "We're going to get along perfectly." She pulls out some more of her hair.
Meanwhile, and elsewhere, Belle's daughter and the reason behind the torture scene arrives at her girlfriend's home and finds her sitting at the kitchen table, coffee mug between her hands, much like Disney herself was found earlier, and looking glum. Disney asks what is wrong, and whether she's still depressed about the sperm bank that blew up. Prima nods, looking even sadder now that the topic has been addressed directly, and Disney sits down by her side and takes Prima's head over her shoulder, comforting her. "I was just... I was actually so excited about it, you know?" Prima says, looking tearful, "I was really opened up to the idea of having a child, and that bastard took that dream away from me." "Maybe there's some other way..." "How?!" Prima asks, frustrated, "You can't conceive, there's no more sperm banks in wikia and I really wanted a child with my genes. We have to get a sperm donor somehow, but where would we find anyone who would be willing to give us their sperm and not be at all involved in the child's life? We are screwed!!" Disney sighs, not knowing what to say. "And I thought that... that maybe if I became a mother, I would have become a better person too," Prima adds. "Sweetie, you're a great person." "And you're a lowsy liar. I am awful, I know that I am. I have as much wickedness in me as I have beauty. And I am so beautiful..." Disney says "Aww..." Prima continues: "I already daydreamed about being a mother... all of the things I would have done for our child."
Hypothetical flashforward - Primadonna walks around with her potential young daughter, and they encounter a haggard homeless woman who begs for some change because she is starving. "What do we say, sweetie?" Prima asks her child; the young girl takes out a make-up kit from her backpack and hands it to the woman, saying, "Here is your starter Chanel make-up kit. It is not your fault you are jobless and hungry, but it is also not our fault that you're ugly and unkempt, and we shouldn't have to look at it." Prima smiles, cheerfully, proud of her daughter, and then says, "That's my little girl. Now throw breadcrumbs at her."
Hypothetical flashforward - Primadonna's potential young son is seen listening to her old albums. "Mommy, is Britney Spears your favorite singer?" "Actually, sweetie," she tells him, "My favorite singer is Feat. I've never seen them, but Feat. is in a lot of songs mommy likes."
Hypothetical flashforward - Primadonna's potential young twins, a girl and a boy, are seen studying at a table in the PM room of her home, and she approaches them. "What are you doing, sweethearts?" "Studying Geometry, mom." "Oh that's wonderful," she says, "Education is so important. Here, let mommy help you." She picks up a book, upside down, and says, "Now, tell me: what is the capital city of Geometry?"
Back in the present, Prima still has her head on Disney's shoulder, and the young transsexual has a proposition to make: "You know, I have... I have really been thinking about things lately, about us and what we have and... I know everything is kind of fucked up nowadays, what with the war and us having baby problems and everything but... I love you, Prima." Prima smiles and says she loves her too. "No, I mean, I really love you, and... I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Prima is confused. Disney looks her in the eyes and says, "Prima... will you marry me?" "Fuck no." Disney is completely taken by surprise. "W-what?" "Disney, I'm on spousal support. Gleek sends me big fat checks every week, I'm not gonna give that up to marry someone who can barely hold on to a job. If you're born poor, hey, tough luck, that's fate. If you marry poor, well, that's just stupid." Disney's mouth is open wide. Prima rubs her chin softly and says, meekly, "Love you though..."
Jdg returns home, to find Renaboss looking pensive. Rena is happy and relieved to see him. "Another day's gone by and you haven't been shot in the head," he comments, "Thank God." They hug. Jdg tells him he's actually been doing very, very well, which Rena finds hard to believe and brushes off as some bragging on the child's part. Jdg asks him what he's up to nowadays, and Rena recounts that he just confronted Villain fan about the death of the young girl he looked after before moving to the lane, but Lady, who has apparently been attacked, ordered that he leave. "It's like she's mad at me for some strange new reason," he says, "Could it maybe be that it's because I didn't protect her from whatever hurt her?" "You left her during a very trying time," Jdg reminds him, "Takes its toll. She'll let you back in eventually." "Wait... who said that's what I want?" Jdg doesn't reply, having struck a nerve. Rena asks when he has to get back to his duty, and Jdg tells him he's having a half day. "I didn't realize war was like middle school," Rena comments; "I didn't realize my girlfriend was sucking on her daddy's lolly while she dated me, but hey, it's a crazy world," the boy tells him back. Rena turns on the television and reports of the bigshots who were killed at Glee Court come on, baffling them. "Dear God, no..." Rena says, "He did it again... Bastard." Jdg looks extremely annoyed. "Enough is enough..." he says, "This ends now." He goes upstairs and into his navbar. Rena doesn't notice it right off the bat.
"What are you thinking of?" Sonya asks, as his hand intertwines with Gleek. They're lying together in bed, having just finished making love, and are enjoying a moment of calmness. "I don't really know," Gleek answers, "I guess I was thinking that... we could be having a great thing going, the two of us. We could be a legitimate couple, get married, have kids, share a life... The two of us working in our separate, important jobs. Happy. But..." "We live in a crazy world," Sonya says. "Yeah... I thought it'd be different, coming here... Much, much different... I thought it'd be... Well, I thought it'd be good." "Do you ever wish to run away?" Sonya asks him, "Because I've thought about it. At least ever since they let me out of jail. I want to go somewhere else, anywhere else, and start anew." "I can't leave my wiki behind, my people," Gleek tells him, "As wonderful as that sounds." "Maybe it'll all blow over soon," Sonya says, "Maybe someone will finally kill that monster president and end the war." "Maybe..." Gleek fantasizes, "That would be a dream come true..." He turns on the television. Doesn't take much to guess what he sees.
Andalusian does not move. Not one muscle. She remains calm and composed, as much as she can. This isn't the first torture session she's endured through, and she has been properly trained to withstand events such as this. It is, however, Belle's first torture ever. One wouldn't be able to tell. The prisoner's tears have dried in her eyes and are now rashing. She has about half the amount of hair on her head that she used to.The middle-aged woman sits in a chair nearby, hands over her knees, a dead look in her eyes. "I used to go to church every Sunday..." she starts to tell the uninterested woman. "I used to, and then I stopped. After... well... I couldn't go anymore. It felt wrong, felt hypocritical, cynnical. I love God. I love him so much, I honestly do, but, I couldn't enter his house anymore... I thought, I love God, but he can't possibly love me. How could he? I'm a horrible, horrible person... The only person who can love me for what I am, knowing what I've done, is my boyfriend. And he is just as sick as I am, if not worse. But God... he's given up on him. I'm sure he has." Belle gets up from her chair and walks up towards the study. She puts herself over Anda's face, their eyes meeting. The woman isn't impressed with the sob story. Belle continues: "It got to this point, I suppose. I spent twenty years of my life taking care of children, children who had been given up on, to try and appease my conscience, and redeem myself. Twenty years doing that, until I was told the orphanage was getting shut down for lack of funds. I come here... to this ungodly place, and... I realize that I can not be redeemed. And I don't want to ever be, because I don't deserve it. I don't deserve a place in Heaven. I can't go there, and I won't." She brings her face closer to Anda's, and tells her, lowly, "You and I, we're going to make sure of that. That we will meet again in Hell." Belle leaves the captive woman's immediate proximity to go get a pair of pliers off a nearby bookcase, that she had retrieved from the template's garage. "I apologize if I am not very good at this. Bear in mind that my expertise on torture sessions, if you can call it that, derives from my favorite shows. And they never get too graphic. Don't you despise censorship?" Belle approaches the woman and moves to make the best use of the pliers, by putting them around one of her fingernails. Belle tries to pull the nail out using them, but it's hard. The pliers are too big for such small and thin pellicles. "This is going to take a while," Belle informs Anda. She pushes the woman's hand down with her left hand and uses the right one to try and yank her fingernail out. Silent screams ensue.
Within the next hour, Andalusian loses all of her fingernails, and all of her toenails, leaving the woman in agonizing pain. She pants as she tries to overcome such pain. Belle tries to get her to shush. Pliers still on one hand, she uses the other one to partially disrobe Andalusian's torso, leaving the woman's breasts exposed. "You've never had any children. I can tell. I'm sure you've come across many enemies in your young life, but everything for you and what you do is always about business and a survival instinct, right? You don't know what it's like to have someone you'd be willing to lay your life down for at the drop of a hat. Protective instinct." Andalusian looks at her with genuine fear. "I can kill for my child," Belle adds, "Any good mother can. And should, if necessary. I won't kill you, don't worry. I have faith that after this encounter, you will pack up and leave. And possibly change careers. Do you like baking?" Andalusian grunts. Belle rubs her chest. "Or maybe you won't. Some people can't change. Be that as it may, I do somewhat hope you never have children. I would hate for an innocent child to be dragged into your troubled lifestyle. And a child should always be breastfed. You're going to have a problem with that." Belle wraps the pliers around Andalusian's left nipple. And closes them. A stream of blood starts flowing out of the woman's breast as she screams quietly again, roaring silently even, and the bloody nipple falls on the desktop. "I will release you right after this, maybe there's hope of reattachment," the compassionate woman tells her. Then she uses the pliers to cut the other nipple off. Anda twitches with excruciating suffering. "Maybe you will be able to feed your child directly. If not, well... what is formula for if not precisely this situation?" Belle proceeds to untie Andalusian, with caution. The woman is too weak to try anything on her.
Rappy leaves Sannse's navbar, having just checked on her again, and runs into Trella in the hall. He asks her what she's doing, and the younger Staff member asks him when he plans on leaving his wife to be with her. "I thought you were just going to wait and make sure that she got better first, so that she didn't get her heart broken when she was sick," the blonde says, "But it's been fucking forever and she never gets better. Also, she's fucking magic! Do you really want her to be up and running and mojo-fueled when you tell her? She could turn you into a frog!" Rappy starts to chuckle. "It's not funny, I've seen what she can do," Trella tells him, concerned; "Oh, I know what she can do," Rappy says, "What I find amusing is that you ever actually entertained yourself with the thought that I would leave the woman I love more than life itself for you." Trella looks hurt and shocked. "Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart," he continues, "You're a whore. A plaything. An appetizer on the side. A man has needs and my dear pet is too weak to keep me satisfied. That's where you come in." Trella starts to tear up. "I-is... is that why you hired me?" "Do you want the long answer or the short answer? Well, anyway, yeah, you being Staff is a bit of a joke. You're Staff because I want you to be. I need you nearby to act as a sperm dumpster." Trella brings her hands to her eyes and for the first time Rappy notices the large patch around her hand. He asks what it is. "She did this to me!!" Trella lets out, "She stabbed me, she, I..." Rappy doesn't say anything for a few seconds. Then, "I'm sure you deserved it." He walks past her, uncaring, and she turns around and tells him loudly, "She'll never get better! Ever! Stop kidding yourself you stupid fuck, she can barely move and that's not gonna suddenly change." Rappy turns around, entertained, and responds with, "Sure she will. In fact, the time for her to get healthy again is just around the corner. Another reason why I need you around." He winks at her, and walks away. Trella is confused and resumes sobbing, brokenhearted.
Devious Peep is working out on her front yard, to the sound of "8 Minute Abs" playing on YouTube on her stolen laptop. Lying on the grass and unable to perform a single crunch, when she hears the fitness instructor informing that these exercises will work if they're done every day, she busts a nut: "Everyday?! OMG you fucking fairy I thought I'd get rockin' abs after these 8 minutes you stupid sunabitch!!" She starts roaring at the computer screen about how she's going to set the instructor's mother on fire. Then she punches the laptop and it breaks. She gets up, sweating grease, and RenaBOT approaches her. "Is this Wiksteria Lane?" he asks, innocently. "Yeah fool is you drunk?" she says as she dries up with a bunch of used tissues she stored in her crotch. "I am looking for the residence of Lady Junky, can you please direct me towards it?" "I dunno where that skinny bitch lives, like I pay attention, didntchu use to poke her anyway?" "I am not following, I apologize." "Then go fuck yoself, I'm out. My hookah sista needs help with her night shift under the bridge and I'm gon' go pitch in." Dressed in the same sweaty exercise get-up she starts to walk towards her school bus, singing her own version of the dwarfs' song as she goes: "I hoe, I hoe, it's off to screw I go!" RenaBOT continues his search for Lady Junky, heading out of the portal. In the template right next to Devious Peep's, Lady Junky starts to wash the dishes in the kitchen, making herself visible from the outside through the window over the sink.
Belle gets home, feeling proud of herself and accomplished. She sees her daughter looking depressed again, and tells her, "You can wipe that glum look off your face, sweetheart, I've taken care of everything." "What?" Disney asks, confused. "I... I paid Andalusian off. Your father's rich, he gave me the badges. She won't be coming after you anymore." "Oh, my God..." Disney gets up, relieved, and hugs her mother, who relishes in the hug. "I guess I'm gonna have to thank him," Disney says. Belle gets a "damn!" look on her face but quickly loses it. They break off the hug, and Belle can tell her daughter is still depressed. "Okay, I can read you like a book and you're still not happy. What is it?" "Mom..." Disney says, upset that she would even have to ask, "You know Prima and I wanted to have a baby together... The president made sure that we couldn't, and Prima is devastated. I don't know what to do, I just... why does my life have to suck so bad?" Saddened for her daughter, Belle tells her right away, "I will fix it." "Mom..." "I will fix it! Do not ever doubt me, Disney, you're my life, and I will do anything to make you happy." "There's nothing you can do... Mom, just, forget it." Disney hugs her mother and tells her she's done so much already and she appreciates it. "Oh honey..." Belle says, eyes closed, "A mother's job is never done. Don't thank me just yet."
BelleLover knocks on the door of Lynettefan's Lostpedia manor. I luv pll opens the door. "Hello, I wish to speak with your boss." "You have appointment?" "No, I do not." "Cool." Pll opens the door further to let Belle in, and the woman does, promptly going up the stairs per the maid's instruction.
Belle enters Lynette's office, where he is seen sitting, just staring at the papers he can't turn yet again, and he asks her why she's there. Belle approaches him quickly and tells him they'll talk later. She takes out a syringe like the ones she used on Merrystar and stabs Lynette in the arm with it. He screams. "Are you crazy?!" He gets up and pushes her away with his nubs. Then he starts to feel woozy. He loses his senses and the last thing he sees before blacking out is Belle's delighted smile.
He wakes up suddenly after a jolt, in his navbar. His whole body trembles and he's dazed and horrified. He learns that he has been meticulously tied to his bed around the torso with a rope, his arms alongside his body, his legs freed. "If you're here to kill me because of your boyfriend..." "Nope," Belle interrupts him. "Well, what the hell is this about? And what did you do to me?" "Well, I injected you with a strong sedative. Then I woke you up with this." She reveals that she has a cattle prod. "What the hell?..." Lynette says. "Isn't it amazing? They sell everything at the Gallery." Noticing that his legs are free, he comments that this must be her first time doing something like this. "You'd be surprised" is all she says. She moves to unzip his pants. "What the hell are you doing?!" Lynette asks, confused and outraged. "Oh, right, sorry. I'm going to rape you." Lynette's mind is blown. "What the fuck?!" he shouts, disgusted. She proceeds to remove his pants. He tries to kick her but can barely move them, still weakened from the sedative, despite the jolt he received. She removes his boxer shorts too. Lynette is humiliated. "Well, it's not much to look at, is it?" she tells him, "I can see why you're so angry all the time." "GO TO HELL!!!" "Well, if you're going to be this unpleasant throughout, I'll have to do something about that." Belle moves to gag Lynette with his own underwear. The man is completely shamed. I luv pll comes into the navbar with a tray of homemade cookies she baked from scratch. "Cookie time", she says, "Oh, penis." She puts the tray of cookies down on the bedstand as she sees the spectacle. Presuming it to be exactly what it looks like, a submission sex scene, she leaves, unfazed, as Lynette tries to call for her through the underwear in his mouth. He looks at Belle with tears of fear, rage and humiliation in his eyes, and she tells the humbled man, "I'm sure you're beyond confused right now. I can only imagine you had no idea this is where your day was going to go. But you have to understand that actions have consequences, and you did something horrible. You made it so that my daughter couldn't give me a grandchild. Shame on you. Luckily for all involved, I have come up with a solution." She holds up the cattle prod again. "You see, this is going to be inserted in your rectum. I will shock and stimulate your prostate with it, causing you to ejaculate into this... little cup," she says, as she takes out a small, empty plastic pill container. Lynette's eyes convey pure horror. Belle moves her face closer to his and tells him in a low tone, "You robbed my daughter of the chance of being a mother. The greatest joy in life. You, and only you, have to make up for it." He starts to cry as she spreads his limp legs apart and lifts his buttocks up. "Besides," she continues, "Villain told me what you did to his lovely daughter... You raped her, Lynette... That poor girl didn't deserve that. But you... You've earned this." He lets out horrifying muffled screams as she sodomizes him with the cattle prod.
Belle returns home. Disney meets her at the door. "Hey mom." "Here's sperm." Belle holds up the medicine container with a considerable amount of sperm in it. "What the...?" "Now hurry and go put it in your girlfriend before it becomes unviable. There's a turkey baster in the first drawer of the kitchen counter." Disney is completely stunned. "What... How did you get that?" "I went to the exploded clinic," Belle says, "One of the freezers survived, it was still there. I took this cup out." Disney takes it from her hands. "But... we don't know anything about the man who donated this." "Honey, does it matter? Let's just imagine he's handsome. And smart. And powerful, and rich, and that your child will be just like him." "But, but, mom, I, I, what if he's not a good person, or..." "Honey..." Belle calms her down, "Evil doesn't run in the blood. Go. Make me a grandchild." Disney, still stunned, hugs her mother. "Thank you..." she says, tearfully. Belle closes her eyes, appreciating the hug, sighs and answers with, "Oh, honey... They have yet to invent the things I wouldn't do for you."
Renaboss comes home from work, having reunited with fellow Chat Moderators from other wikis to discuss the terrorist attack at the Glee Court, and is confused to see Jdg going through an assortment of weaponry in their garage. "Where did all these guns come from?" he asks; "They were given to me following my condecoration," the young man answers. "Is that... is that how it works?" "Just go with it," Jdg bluntly tells him, "I have guns now, a shitload of guns, it doesn't matter how they got here and they might even never be heard from again soon enough." "Well, why are you going through them?" "I... I have to get back to war," he says, clearly just thinking on his feet. Rena can see through this, but doesn't say anything. Jdg says he'll be back whenever, if at all, and leaves, taking with him just a shotgun.
Trellar sits at her desk in her office, over at the Staff headquarters, her face swollen and red from all the tears that have drenched it over the last hour, since it was revealed to her, in such brute fashion, that she man she loved and whom she held in such high esteem, did not reciprocate such feelings, and, in fact, thought very little of her. Re-examining her whole life, Trella feels humiliated and frustrated, depressed, and then he enters the office, as though nothing ever happened. Unfazed, unscathed, uncaring. "Are you still crying about that?" he asks, coldly. She tries to hold back her tears and dry the ones that have already escaped, but of course it is hopeless. "You've been using me... All this time, you've been using me, you don't give a shit about me..." "Whine, whine, whine," he says, as he moves around her desk. He places himself behind her and starts rubbing her shoulders. "Honey, you shouldn't pay much attention to a man who is stressed out and frustrated. I had a lot on my mind and I unleashed it all on you. I'm sorry." "R-really?" she asks, slightly comforted. He confirms this. And keeps rubbing her shoulders, eventually moving onto her breasts. "I am so sorry you were left so upset because of me. That you've spent all this time crying. Time is valuable, you know? It should be spent on things that give us pleasure. Make us happy." He grabs her chin and plants a kiss on her lips, rather forcefully. "I'm not ready to go back there," she tells him, but he kisses her, in an attempt to shut her up. He unzips his pants and lets out his erection. "I don't want to..." she says, still crying. "I love you," he says. She smiles, and gets to work. He grins, amazed at how easy it is.
Elsewhere in the large golden building, Rappy's pet, his beloved Sannse, starts tossing and turning in bed. It happens far too often. Why, at least five times a week. She starts to feel... odd. She's always feeling odd, for she's always feeling weak, devoid of life, of any strength or energy, but she's never usually in much pain. But sometimes, her heart hurts. It starts to throb, a sharp pain that comes and goes, and makes her feel as though her heart is about to burst out of her pale chest. Rip through it. The thought excites her, to an extent. She's held her fair share of hearts in her hand, and wonders how hers would feel. Would it still beat, after being ripped out of her chest? Probably. That day, the pain is worse. Perhaps because it has been piling up. She lies on her bed, unable to move, but then, against all odds, she stands to her feet, and walks out of the bedroom, doll in tow. With each pounding of the sharp pain in her chest she moves one leg forward. And step by step, hurt by hurt, she makes her way to her lover's navbar.
The adulterous couple lie in bed, naked, side by side, the man's sperm drying inside the woman's receptive cave. He smokes a cigar and she asks him, exhuding innocence, if he does truly love her. "Yeah, sure, you're a peach," he tells her. She smiles, further comforted, and actually gleeful. She's in love, and she's naïve, and she's needy, and that's all it takes. Happiness is this moment. The door to the navbar opens, and the ghostly figure makes its way inside, looking dazed. The couple are panicked. They have been caught. Sannse looks at them for several seconds as they get out of bed, completely naked. Trella wraps herself in the sheets, and Rappy starts to put his pants on as he tells his wife that he can explain. She drops the doll to the floor, and brings her hands to her head. Then she screams. And the two lovers are forced to bring their own hands to their ears, covering them, as they are pained by the almost deafening squeal, of demonic proportions. The windows of the navbar shatter as the sonic force of the scream spreads itself throughout the chamber, and Rappy's gums and eyes start to bleed. And Trella, well, she suddenly bursts into flames. It is her horrid scream that finally puts an end to Sannse's, and her superior suddenly loses all of her strength and collapses to the floor, as Trella is consumed by her spontaneous combustion, running around the navbar, her entire body enveloped by a ball of bright fire. Rappy rushes to his wife's aid, and tries to revive her, as his mistress continues running around the navbar and eventually rolling on the floor, in excruciating pain. Sannse opens her eyes, and the fire is extinguished. Trella lies on the floor, completely burnt, lifeless. "You hurt me..." Sannse tells her husband, anguished. "It will never happen again," he says, "I promise you." He kisses her hand. "I believe you..." she says, smiling. He helps her up to her feet. She rests her head on his chest and he strokes her hair. On the floor, the doll's black button eyes melt on its face.
Lynettefan2626 moves to sit on his typical chair, in his office, but as he does, it pains him. Visions of the assault he just endured through come back. It wasn't humiliating enough as it happened, as he witnessed what was happening, he had to resort to his maid's help afterwards as well. She had to bandage him up, as best as she could, because he could never call an ambulance or admit himself to be medically assisted. Not an option. The President was raped. Anally. The story was too sordid to be shared, to be spread, and he had made the unfortunate decision to have his personal nurse executed on a whim, so he was left with the band-aids his maid planted on his anal orifice. He was raped. These thoughts dawned on him, and he fought hard to keep the tears back. Flashes of the time he committed rape of his own came to him. As did flashes of the time he used a vessel to commit rape. He was a monster, and he knew that now better than ever, and he had gotten what he deserved. He was raped. And it was so painful... The metal instrument shoved forcefully inside his rectum, with no applied lubricant whatsoever, tearing away at his insides, his flesh. He bled fiercely. On the inside, he was now slashed and torn. But she met her purpose, and she finished the job. And it felt good. So shameful. He ejaculated into her little cup as the devious woman had wanted, and it was pleasurable. Arguably one of the best orgasms he had ever had. For a few seconds there, he'd forgotten the pain he was in. The blood drenching his sheets. He starts to cry in his office, remembering this. But he can't afford to lose himself in his disturbing thoughts for much longer, for soon enough the young man enters his office, shotgun aimed at the president. Lynette is startled and confused. Jdg98 points the weapon at him, looking stern. "What do you want?..." Lynette asks him, and Jdg starts to spit out the speech that he had prepared inside his head all the way to the Lostpedia, and the manor. "I am sick of waiting. I am sick of beating around the bush and dancing around the fire, keeping my hands tied around my back as you go on breathing in oxygen and breathing out death. Enough is enough. I'm going to kill you now, Lynette." The President doesn't say anything for a few seconds, his tears warping his sight. "Okay..." he finally says. And spreads his handless arms. In that moment, he is weak, and tired, and destroyed. Jdg is surprised at the lack of reaction on his adversary's part, but it doesn't hold him back. He prepares to shoot, and a shot is indeed fired. But as it usually happens, the expected target doesn't collapse to the floor. Jdg does, screaming in pain, as he bleeds from the side of the torso, having just been shot. Rena rushes to his aid, having just shot him from the back with his handgun to keep him from killing Lynette. "I'm so sorry," the Chat Mod of Wiksteria Lane says as he helps his young friend to his feet. "You shot me!!" Jdg says, crying with pain, as the blood pours down his legs. "I guess we're even," Rena tells him, as they make it out of the office, as though Lynette isn't even there anymore. The President just stands there, speechless, for a while. "I... I can't even... Ugh..."
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Belle asks her boyfriend, after they have just made love. She puts her head against his bare shoulder as they lie under the sheets, and she can tell he isn't feeling very pleased. "You were... cold." "I'm sorry," he says, "I guess I haven't been much fun to be around lately. There's just too much on my mind." Belle asks if he's thinking about Lynettefan again, and he nods affirmatively. "I am both... thinking non-stop about how I can hurt him next, about how I can get back at him, but also afraid of what he might do to me, to my family. I think he is somehow responsible for my daughter being raped again. God forbid he tries to hurt you and Disney too. I don't know how much longer I can keep playing these sick games with him." "It's time to grow up and leave this behind, Villain," she tells him. "You mean move on? Forgive and forget? We are too far beyond that point, Belle." "No, honey," she tells him, "Kill him. Go over to his home now and put a bullet in his head. There is no security, his maid is careless, it is child's play. Then... Then you can move on." "But..." "Honey, you told me yourself," she says, interrupting him, "You've taken everything from him already. He actually dared you to kill your own daughter. It's over. There are no more ways to destroy him without destroying yourself too. Kill him. Tonight." He looks her in the eyes, admired at how perspicacious she is, and simply tells her, smoothly, "Okay..." They smile tenderly and kiss.
Jdg98 lies on his hospital bed, sore, in more ways than one. Renaboss enters the room, bringing with him a comic book, his young protegé's favorite series, and Jdg looks at him with sheer hatred. If looks could kill, Renaboss would be dead. "I'm sorry..." Rena says, putting the comic down on the chair next to his as he takes a seat. "You shot me..." Jdg says. "I didn't want to, I didn't have a choice." Jdg looks at him with disbelief. "Oh my God... explain yourself to me, please, because I cannot understand, and I have gone over this time and time again in my head." "Jdg... you were going to kill Lynette in cold blood." "Yes, yes I was, how is that a bad thing?" "Can't you see it? Can't you understand it? I was trying to save your soul." Jdg looks at him with a blank stare for a few seconds, and then bursts out laughing. Rena is saddened. "Jdg, please. You are 14 years old, you don't want to be responsible for someone's death. Once you take a life, it darkens your heart, and once your heart is darkened, it can only get darker from that point on." "OH MY GOD STOP STOP STOP STOP TALKING!!" Jdg shouts, "What is wrong with you? What is your retardation you dipshit?! I just came home from war!! WAR!!! Fucking war!! I have taken more lives than I can possibly keep track of! I killed my colleague because I had to, and it didn't cost me one bit because he was an annoying fuck, and you thought it would darken my heart to kill Lynettefan?! You worthless, stupid piece of shit!!!" Rena is both horrified and appalled. "Since when do you speak to me that way?..." he asks, calmly. Jdg stops, looking at Rena with disbelief mirrored in his eyes. "I guess since just now..." he says. Then he continues: "I... I was so grateful that you came along. And I was so prepared to, to just follow you blindly, wherever you went. But..." "What?..." "My God, you... how could I have been so stupid? You, you, you're nothing, you... Ever since you came into the lane, you've accomplished nothing, or next to nothing, even though you took on the role of the hero for yourself. No one, no one instilled that on you, you did. You spend your days complaining about how you never signed up for this, for being some sort of savior, about how you just wanted to escape the drama surrounding you, but, but you invite that drama in, you stupid moron. You wanted to go up against Lynette as soon as I asked it of you, and you've become more involved in this fight than anyone, but every single thing you do... Oh my God, the wiki has been so much worse ever since you came along." Rena starts to feel increasingly bad as his young friend dumps these harsh words on him, but Jdg just goes on: "You had a clear shot... You could have killed Lynette weeks ago, after Mary attacked him. You saw how badly he hurt her. In fact, you knew all of the things he's done, really. He raped Lady, he killed Cat, he blew up a fucking church with 200 people inside, he's been killing and maiming left and right. It's his fault you thought you had cancer. But you didn't kill him, because, what, you didn't want to darken your heart? Well, congratulations, your act of benevolence has now cost the lives of the hundreds of people who have perished in this war. But you're going to go home tonight and sleep like a rock, right? Because you're not at all responsible for the soldiers whose families are in mourning now, or the judges and politicians who have been poisoned to death over at the Glee Court today. You couldn't possibly have guessed that could have happened. OH WAIT EXCEPT YOU TOTALLY FUCKING COULD HAVE GUESSED THAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED BECAUSE IT'S WHAT ALWAYS FUCKING HAPPENS!!!" Rena starts to tear up. "Jdg..." "And you think that... That because you spared his life, it makes you good. Righteous, a hero. It doesn't, Rena... It makes you weak. And stupid. So, so stupid..." Rena's throat starts to hurt. "You're not a hero," Jdg continues, "You're not a leader. You're just an idiot with a badge." Rena starts to wipe his tears. "Get out of here," Jdg says, "Please, just... Just get out." Rena gets up, his heart pained, and says, "I, I got you a, a comic book..." He leaves, crying all the while. In his bed, Jdg turns to the side facing the wall, and starts to cry as well.
In his template on Wiksteria Lane, Dr. Sonya is seen in the PM room, tending to his little bonsai tree, the one his boyfriend had once brought to him but that ended up on the floor of his navbar. Happy. They are in a blissful state nowadays. Not sheer bliss, that kind would only be made possible if this war situation was ended. As it is, his shoulder still hurts, and stress still surrounds them. But they find comfort in each other's arms everyday. And as he tends to the miniature tree, the kind he likes so much, Sonya does breathe in that kind of comfort. Until the front door is kicked open and Lynette's thugs make their way inside. Sonya jumps, startled, and the men quickly move to grab him. Lynette enters the house, calmly. "What are you doing?" Sonya asks, scared, and he flinches with pain as the men inadvertently hurt his shoulder as they grab him with force. Lynette approaches him, walking very slowly and smiling wickedly, as he talks, admiring the bonsai: "I see you have some free time in your hands now. I guess being let out of the battlefield over an injury leads to that. Well, never you fear, I have come by to instill on you some additional responsibility." "I'm not going to work for you ever again..." Sonya says, "I'd rather die." "Wow, well that's a kick in the nuts. Well, I'm afraid I never allow things to be a simple as that. The thing is, work for me, or others die. You get to live and witness their deaths. Fun, huh?" Sonya is silent. "Yeah, I didn't think so," Lynette continues, "Anyway, something happened today, well, actually, many things happened today. I made a big political statement by having a bunch of douches I never liked smell some funky air. I lost someone of great importance and use to me, whose neck was turned to toothpaste, and now there's a dangerous toy I played with running loose. And then I was attacked at my own home, not once, but twice, which led me to remember that I need all my aces to win this... whatever it is I have going on, it's hard to keep track. But... well..." He holds up his nubs. "It's hard to do much of anything looking like this." "What do you want from me?" Sonya asks, frightened. Lynette touches his chin with his right stump, and tells him, "You're going to give me hands..."
The beautiful and delicate Lady Junky tries to distract herself with her baguettes. With so much time to spare and so much of it spent around the template, she has decided to divide it between her English lessons with her papa and expanding her gastronomic connaissance, and the latest goal she has set for herself is learn to bake her own bread. Baguettes it is, therefore. Someone knocks on the front door, and she leaves the dough to answer it, wiping the hands clean on her apron. She opens the door to see Renaboss standing before her, immediately telling her, "We're leaving now." "W-what?..." she asks, her eyes conveying both the confusion derived from such a blunt and unexpected statement and the fear she still feels everytime she is confronted with the man she believes violated her, the man she loved. "I'm not doing anything here, Lady, there isn't actually anything I can do here, and this place keeps destroying itself gradually. I have to think about myself, I have to set out to find what it is I came here to look for. But I am not leaving you behind. You're coming with me." Lady still doesn't understand, and she doesn't care. She tells him to go and starts to close the door, but he stops it with his hand. She grows even more worried. "Please, please leave," she says, as she begins to tear up, and she rushes back into the kitchen. Rena follows after her. "Lady, wait! Why are you doing this?" She starts rummaging through the utensils drawers and finally takes out the steak knife. He approaches her from behind and she turns around and stabs him in the torso with it, as she screams. She cuts into the scars of the stitches left from when he was shot by Jdg. She cuts him where he just shot Jdg himself. And she screams further as he falls to the floor, bleeding, hurting, confused. She drops the bloody knife and starts to sob.
Lynette returns home, after ordering his thugs to place Sonya in an inconspicuous place. The night is growing denser. He enters his template, smiling, and his maid comes into the entrance hall and tells him he has a guest. "Oh God, who's trying to kill me now?" he asks. He enters the PM room and is surprised to see his mother there. "Mom?..." DocMD stands up from the couch, smiling faintly, and opens her arms to receive her son. He doesn't move, and she brings them down again. "Hello, sweetheart." "What are you doing here?" Lynette asks, annoying and preoccupied. "It's been months now. Too long. You told me you never wanted to see me again, and I gave you space. But you didn't think I would actually stay out of sight forever, did you?" Utterly displeased, he says, "I'm going to ask you again, what are you doing here?" "I'm here to win my son back," she says.
Down the portal, Villain fan sits in his parked car, with Belle by his side. He strokes his handgun. "Are you ready?" she asks him, "You knock on the door. If he opens it, you put a bullet in his head right away. If the maid does, you just barge in and go looking for him. Kill the maid too if you have to." "Okay," Villain says, "I'm ready. I honestly am. It's time." She grabs his hand and says, "I'm so proud of you." They get out of the car and make their way to Lynette's place. As they enter the frontyard, Villain looks stunned. Belle notices this and wonders why. Then she sees it. Through the PM room's main window, they can see Lynette reunited with his mother inside. "Doc..." Villain says, amazed, "She's back..." Belle looks frustrated. And he doesn't move. A plan thwarted.
Late, late at night, the ending to a long, long day. Jdg lies down on his hospital bed and reaches for his cell phone, in the little bag containing his belongings. He takes it out and dials a number he hasn't dialed in a long time. He waits for the caller to answer, and it does. And the sound of that sweet female voice brings a smile to his face. "Hello?" Mary says, on the other side. "Hey..." he tells her. She sits on her bed, at the institution, and smiles as well. "I'm... I'm surprised you called." "I'm sorry I haven't yet. Things have... They're pretty crazy here." "Yeah, I know," she says, "Been watching the news. I guess you haven't died yet, huh? Wait, or are you dead and this is your ghost calling?" "Yeah," Jdg says, "Boo." They both chuckle. Her sweet mild laughter is music to his ears. "And how are you?" he asks. "I'm getting better, I guess." "That's good. That's good..." "Yeah." "I'm taller," he says, "I think my, my voice might be starting to crack too." She chuckles. "Well, about time. Getting any grass on the field too, mister?" "Wouldn't you like to know?!" Chuckles. They talk for hours.
Devious Peep, Matthewvp09, DisneyMeerkats, Primadonna Girl and several other residents of the titular portal of Wiksteria Lane gather around the ambulance parked outside of Villain fan's template, as Renaboss is wheeled into it on a barrow, with a paramedic applying pressure on his stab wound. A law enforcer approaches the tearful Lady Junky, ready to take action, but Rena shouts at his inferior to stay away from her. The man points out that she confessed to stabbing him, but Rena tells him, "This is not up for discussion!!" The officer puts his hands up and leaves the blonde's side. Rena looks her in the eyes as best as he can, completely stunned over what happened, and unable to make anything out of it. She looks rather relieved. And just before the paramedics close the doors of the back of the ambulance, Renaboss' eyes meet RenaBOT's, as the android stands behind the crowd, gazing at his paramount equal. And the original Rena is more stunned now than ever before. The ambulance drives off and he struggles for words.
Rappy 4187 sits in his monitoring station, frustrated, looking at this event go down. Sannse enters the room, the only other person in the building who knows of it, and puts her arms over his shoulders. Eventually she starts to hang on to him for balance. "I'm sorry..." she tells him. "Honey, why did you have to do it?" he says, "You didn't have to kill her." "I didn't mean to," she explains, "It wasn't on purpose... I was so upset." "I understand, truly, I do, I hurt you bad and we both betrayed you and I feel horrible about it. It was a one-time thing. But... she's dead now. She was meant to be your salvation, sweetheart. She was going to give you new life, and now we've lost her." "You can find someone new, I know you can," Sannse tells him, meekly, "I'm sorry..." "Oh, my pet... It was all for you. I worry so much. How can I just bring in a new girl for this? Trella had no family, no one to look for her, or who even liked her." "That does not matter..." Sannse tells him, "We are God here, my dear. God and Goddess. We take what we want. No regard for anything or anyone else." Rappy smiles, titillated. "You're right." He turns his attention back to the monitor, and she asks him what he's watching. Enjoying one of her rare moments of lucidity. "The Chat Mod of Wiksteria Lane was stabbed by his broad. Go figure." Sannse looks at the same screen he does. And she notices Lady Junky in the crowd. "She's pretty..." she says. Rappy moves the knob and the camera's angle focuses on the beautiful blonde, who, despite having a slightly bruised face still, remains the most beautiful woman in the world. "No, no..." the mad woman says, "She's beautiful! She's so beautiful!!" "That she is," Rappy says, "Amazingly so." Sannse looks at the pretty young woman on the colored screen with sheer delight and excitement. "Oh, Rappy, I want her... I want her life... I want it in me." Rappy turns to her, grinning. He stands up and takes her hands in his. "Well..." he says, "What my pet wants... my pet gets." Their cheeks meet and they both look at the screen, excited.
Dr. Sonya is locked up in a navbar inside one of Lynette's many empty properties on the Lostpedia, with two slices of stale bread and a glass of water handed to him by a thug, and he looks distraught.
Lynette looks on from the entrance to his PM room as his mother and maid sit on the couch, gleefully engaging in small talk.
Lady Junky walks back into her home, stressed out.
Villain drives Belle back to the lane, and she looks at him with worry.
DisneyMeerkats kisses Primadonna on the cheek, as the blonde is getting sleepy. Disney, however, can't sleep.
Jdg and Mary have a lovely time talking over the phone, into the wee hours.
Sannse enters her bedroom, walking slowly. She picks up Miss Edith from her bed, and places it in her usual spot over the desk.
The doll's melted eyes start to recompose themselves. The molten plastic eyes resume to the perfect little round shape they always had. And they glisten in the dark.
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