Doors Halloween (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} doorsween) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} doorslogs, |
Was she supposed to know things based on how people looked or reacted? She thought maybe she was supposed to. She was a doctor and stuff, but she couldn't think of a thing that she noticed. That was off. Maybe the game needed resettin,' but she didn't wanna go all the way back to the beginnin' He might not be there if she did, and she kinda liked him. He was nice to her. He didn't make her feel stupid even once, and that was nice. "Gee, I don't think I can tell what people are thinkin' based on how they look at me. But I don't think ya should do things just to make other people happy. Well, maybe if they're super important people. Are they super important people, mister?" She had people she pretended for. She didn't like admittin' it, but she did. "I like," she began, but she was frownin' and pausin' almost as soon as the words were out. "I like savin' people." But that wasn't quite right. It wasn't a lie, but there was somethin' wrong to it. "I like dancin.'" she added with much more certainty. "The contraptions ya build, do they do bad things? B-Man makes all kinds of things, but they're all good things," she said with disappointment. Good things were the boringest.
"Everyone always wants things," she agreed. Golly, did they ever. Him thinkin' he wasn't sweet was more important than the things everyone wanted, and she frowned. "Why aren't ya sweet?" she asked, and then she brightened once more. She bounced! "That don't matter. I like boys that ain't sweet. Shucks, men, I meant men. I like men than ain't sweet. Mister J kills all kinds of people." She didn't sound apologetic. Obsession didn't apologize, and she knew she wasn't supposed to ever apologize for bein' obsessed with Mister J. "Is your Sally gonna let you do whatever you want?" she asked, suddenly concerned about that. She didn't know anythin' about this Sally. She could be any ol' body. "You gotta tell me what she's like, so I can decide if she's good enough for ya," she decided, lookin' around the pool area for any girl that could be Sally.
Well, Sally not bein' alive helped things some, but they had to catch her somehow. Maybe they could still slow Sally down by shootin' her, even if she was dead. She blinked fifteen times in a row before the hammer was back in her hand, and then she gave up on the gun or bazooka; they'd just have to smash Sally's head in. She didn't mind so much if Sally wasn't pretty when it was all said and done. "I think we got a Mayor or a Commissioner, but he's useless too."