12-22-2022, 04:32:18 AM
(12-22-2022, 04:16:24 AM)PointMaid Wrote: Lotta looks her earnestly in the eyes, tiptoes up to her, and motions for her to bend down. Then she makes a show of whispering into her ear, hand up in front of her mouth. Because I'd enjoy it and it wouldn't get rid of me anyway.
Then she giggles. A lot.
Jenny stands up, visibly shaking, and slowly backs away. She has nothing to say anymore. She would tell them that they belong in an asylum, or that this place is an asylum, or that killing her would only make her a martyr and they could be exposed for their crimes in front of the world, but she can't. She can't reason with these... things. They're not like any aliens, monsters, or even that creepy exoskin. Despite their almost overly cartoony exterior, they're empty. Hollow. Living eldritch horrors.
She composes herself, looks up at the force field, closes her eyes, and fires literally every weapon in her arsenal at it.