“And special abilities? You can give them to your forms?”
“I have to visualize the mechanism, the organs or whatever that make it work. I only have a limited time before I’m knocked out, so time I spend on that is time I’m not working on other stuff. Like the form I was just using, you didn’t see it, but-”
Ahh, that makes sense.
Maybe she didn’t have time to give the bunny slug (…bug? does that portmanteau mean Taylor could’ve controlled her?) legs?
“I saw it.”
“Right. The bugs, right. Well, I visualized the water suction system and the water gun, but because I didn’t focus on the body, it didn’t have arms or legs, and it was slow, and because it didn’t have vital organs, it drained me.”
So when they don’t have vital organs, what does it take to “kill” them?
“Okay.” I held up my costume with the legs and feet reduced to tatters. I turned my attention to a box behind my chair, tucked beneath a shelf of terrariums. A small tide of roaches lifted it and carted it to me.
Wait, wait, wait.
Has she been making a backup costume in the background all along?
Of fucking course she would do that, she’s Taylor. She’d see this eventuality coming a mile away! How did I not see that coming?
If that’s indeed what’s in the box, of course.
Inside were the scraps of fabric and mask left behind after Mannequin’s first retreat. I hadn’t wanted to spare any material.
Ahh. It’s not a backup costume, but it is stuff she can use to fix her main one.
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