[ He clocks the paint job when the head when it passes the normal range, but it’s already too late. He turns and starts lunging to his feet to run, but the gas is already rushing past him in a rush.
There must be an air compressor in the doll’s chest, he realizes.
He’s got a hand on his rebreather, but his legs have already given out. When did that happen?
The voice is the last thing that he want to hear as the last thing he hears. He wants to remember the joke, in case there’s anything to it, but the only thing that’s going to stick is the laughter that drags on as his eyes twitch under the mask.
And then they stop, and his body slumps further when his brain slams into unconsciousness. ]
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There must be an air compressor in the doll’s chest, he realizes.
He’s got a hand on his rebreather, but his legs have already given out. When did that happen?
The voice is the last thing that he want to hear as the last thing he hears. He wants to remember the joke, in case there’s anything to it, but the only thing that’s going to stick is the laughter that drags on as his eyes twitch under the mask.
And then they stop, and his body slumps further when his brain slams into unconsciousness. ]