“Hi,” Bonesaw gave a little wave of her hand. A wide smile was spread across her face.
Hiya!
I think I like her already.
“What- What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you. Obviously.”
Of course, what else?
I like how this doubles as somewhat meta, in that it is pretty obvious to the reader by now, even though it comes completely out of nowhere for Amy.
Amy swallowed. “Obviously.” Was it possible that Allfather had arranged for a member of the Slaughterhouse Nine to murder her?
Not an unreasonable guess under these circumstances, but I highly doubt that. And if he were to do that, Jack or Mannequin would probably be better choices. More reliable.
Amy’s eyes roved over the room, looking for Bonesaw’s work. Nothing. She looked over her shoulder and a shriek escaped through her lips.
Welp, what’s she got, and how did it get behind you?
A man was not two feet behind her, tall and brutish, his face badly scarred and battered to the point that it was barely recognizable as human.
Hatchet Face! Finally, we meet!
A long-handled axe sat in one of his massive, calloused hands, the head resting on the floor. Hatchet Face.
Nice, I called his weapon choice. Not that that was a difficult one to predict.
So what did Cherish do to him, exactly?
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