She started up the saw and pressed it against my skull. The horror of what she was doing was compounded by the most god-awful noise, and a grinding vibration of my skull.
You know what just occurred to me?
She might not be Panacea, but Parian at least ought to be able to stitch Taylor’s forehead up a bit.
If it hurt, I didn’t register it, because the noise of the tool had drawn the stuffed animal’s attention. It charged for us, slamming through the glass sneeze guard of the dining hall’s serving counter.
Huh. So there is some sensory input through them. That, or Parian’s hiding spot is close.
It’s a possibility that she’s inside the thing. It makes for a decent hiding place, using it as an armor. The deflating and inflating doesn’t have to be by range, that might just be a thing she can choose to do in order to play dead.
It struck Bonesaw, hard, and the saw slid across my head, cutting through my hairline. I didn’t care.
Honestly that’s just a minor inconvenience at this point.
My rescuer was some kind of cartoonish dinosaur made of black and blue fabric. I could see the logo of this health club repeated several times over the stuffed animal’s exterior.
I guess you take what’s available.
Though it’s still possible that she made it. She might’ve worked for the health club before Leviathan struck.
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