End Communication
Dee went to his office to restock items as per usual, when he suddenly heard the voice of Scrap Baby.
"You played right into our hands. Did you really think that this job just fell out of the sky for you?"
Dee furrowed his brow. "Yeah...?"
"No."
"Oh, okay."
"This was a gift. For us," giggled Baby. "You gathered them all together, in one place. Just like he asked you to. All of those little souls, in one place. Just for us."
"What do you mean?" Dee questioned. "I'm trying to help you."
"A gift. Now, we can do what we were created to do. And be complete. I will make you proud, Daddy."
Dee tensed up. Did he remember?
"Watch, listen, and be full."
A beeping sound emitted from the overhead speakers.
"Connection terminated," the Cassette Man announced. "I'm sorry to interrupt you, Yan. If you still even remember zhat name."
Dee sighed. He really missed Yan...he missed both of his brothers.
"But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift. Nor, have you been called here by zhe individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune."
"What's going on?" Dee asked, feeling the temperature in the room quickly rise.
"A labyrinth vith no exit. A maze vith no prize. You don't even realize zhat you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing zhe cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near."
Dee remembered using the sound of children's laughter to lure Warftrap away.
"It's somehow out of reach. But, you vill never find zhem. None of you vill. Zhis is vhere your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found zhis job listing not intended for you. Although, zhere vas a vay out planned for you, I have a feeling zhat's not vhat you vant."
Dee shook his head. It wasn't.
"I have a feeling zhat you are right vhere you vant to be."
Dee nodded.
"I am remaining as vell. I am nearby. Zhis place vill not be remembered und zhe memory of everyzhing zhat started zhis, can finally begin to fade away. As zhe agony of every tragedy should."
Dee agreed. This was what he had been trying to do since he entered Circus Baby's repair building.
"Und to you monsters trapped in zhe corridors. Be still. Und give up your spirits. Zhey don't belong to you."
Dee gave a small smile. They would all finally be free.
"As for most of you, I believe zhere is peace und perhaps, more, waiting for you after zhe smoke clears."
"I hope you can finally reach peace, Yan," Dee whispered.
"Although, for one of you, zhe darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep zhe devil vaiting, old friend."
Dee suddenly realized. Of course! This man was his father's oldest friend and former business partner, Henrik. He felt so stupid now.
"My son, if you can hear me, I knew you vould return as vell."
Dee had flashes of the Puppet in the restaurant where he first saw him. It was his first experience with how the robots acted during the night.
"It's in your nature to protect zhe innocent. I'm sorry zhat on zhat day, zhe day you vere shut out und left to die, no one was zhere to lift you up in their arms, zhe way you lifted others into yours."
Dee remembered his vision with the Security Puppet. That poor young boy who couldn't have been older than Erik was.
"And zhen, vhat became of you? I should have known, you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not my son. I couldn't save you zhen."
For some reason, Dee had odd flashes of memories that he barely remembered. The young boy grinning as he aimed a toy gun at a very young Dee, maybe around five or six. A two or three year old Yan sat nearby, giggling at the older boys.
"So, let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms...This ends. For all of us."
Dee could smell smoke and the heat of flames. But he wasn't afraid. All those souls could now be free.
"End communication."
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