Pastel-Dolls

AFTER THOSE EVENTS The residents watched as the officers opened the car door gesturing for Matt to get in. “For the last time, it wasn’t my idea. Go to Becile Industries and talk to Buster Becile if you don’t believe me!” He exclaimed in defence. “Save it for your lawyer, Mr. Smith. Now get it the car!” One of the officers loomed over him. Matt scowled as he shuffled his way into the vehicle. He briefly cast his eyes over the automatons and humans of Walter Manor. He rolled his eyes as Hatchworth beamed at him and waved. The vehicle began to make its way away down the road and away from the manor. R

“Matt Smith? I don’t understand!” Peter exclaimed eyeing the past employee. “Well after you fired me –for no good reason I might add- I needed to put my working skills to use elsewhere. Take a wild guess who I work for now,” Matt smirked waving the gun at them. “Are you serious? You work for the Becile’s?” Matt’s grin only grew as rage took over Peter. “I can’t believe you haven’t realised the mistake you’ve made by working for them. They two donkeys about how you work. Most likely they only hired you to spite me,” Peter exclaimed, “And what do

LATERER SATURDAY EVENING “Steve!” They rushed to the engineer’s side. The Spine knelt down beside him, taking a look at his arm. “I’ve been shot – I’ve been shot!” Steve growled through gritted teeth. “We have to get you out of here!” The Spine tried to examine the wound as his hands became more and more covered in blood. “Check the upper levels,” Steve commanded through gritted teeth. The Spine looked up to the highest level of the library. There stood a man, his face covered by a mask, with a gun in his hand pointing directly at Hatchworth’s temple. “I