monday's child is fair of face (2/2)

[palfriday]

CW: death, probably gore, possibly more TBA

[and that’s what you missed on glee.

and so, there “Friday” is, standing on the roof of the bar. the attention of the party has surely turned to her by this point, but she doesn’t care about that. she just needs one person to still be a little too distracted to stop what was coming next.

Monday snaps her fingers, and Jenny disappears from wherever she was standing before, reappearing directly in front of Monday, who embraces her from behind, an arm wrapped firmly around her middle. those with enhanced senses might catch what she whispers, seconds before she snaps Jenny’s neck so hard it hangs at a 90 degree angle as Monday kicks her, her corpse toppling forward onto the deck below.]

Surprise, bitch.

[well, there. unfinished business settled. onto more pertinent matters.]

Let’s get a little more comfortable first, hm? Can’t waste too much of her magic, but audiences love a quick change.

[she snaps her fingers, and Monday finds herself in an outfit that is far more to her taste. now. time for her grand performance.]

Greetings, foolish mortals! You may or may not have noticed that things have been a little bit different this month. While the Captain is off having a good old bitch cry about whatever it is he’s so upset about, poor little Friday was running herself ragged keeping this shitheap floating! She was so distracted, in fact, that she happened to have a little accident, while fixing something in the elevator shaft! [a laugh] I guess even clay bitches can break their necks! And there I was, sitting in Fucking Nowhere, doing Fucking Nothing, feeling Fucking. Nothing! And I saw her empty shell. And I was, like, hey, free real estate!

Whatever tear in the veil that your whiny little Captain just didn’t feel like fixing? I ripped that fucker right open. And you’ve all met a few of the sorry little fuckers that fell out already, hm? [another snap] Not all of them, but, hey, that’s what now is for, right? Because, see, we all kinda got together a little bit, and we were like… You know, just borrowing some shitty bodies to have some fun for a few weeks? What a waste! And we still have a lot of bitches we need to spring from jail!

And that! Is where you assholes come in! And, trust me, you are all assholes. Have you even seen some of the psychotic shit you people have said and done to us? Like, yeah, Mary is legitimately insane, but she’s still a kid! Even I’m not gonna call a fucking nine year old a bitch!

You can try to run, but I fucking hate running in heels, so I made that a little bit… difficult. So. Why don’t you nice people just lay down and let us kill you. I’ll be gentle. Promise.

[perhaps people have tried to flee already. they likely have. and they’ve found that the entire party area has been blocked off by the same sort of barrier that surrounds the realm, an invisible orb holding them captive.]

Now. Let’s get the actual party started!

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[be_seeing_you]

[Number 6 tears the sheet off his back and lets it fly to the ground. That done, he reaches into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulls out the Barretta pistol Johnny had gifted him. He had a sinking feeling he'd need it tonight.

He keeps it trained on Monday for the moment, as she's the most prominent threat in the room, but if anyone lunges for him, he will swiftly bring it around at them, waiting only long enough to be sure of his aim before firing.]

[ossie_oswald]

"Oh I get it now! It's because you were under cover!"

Ossie's laying like one of 6's french girls across the shoulders of an animatronic pumpkin, waving an arm around lazily.

"That's almost a funnier joke than your love life!"

[be_seeing_you]

That, he can tell with certainty, is not Ossie. So, he whips the gun around and aims true for the chest. Guess who's not here to play games about his love life tonight?

"I've had a marked improvement in my love life recently, I'll have you know."

That's all he says before he's squeezing that trigger harder than Ava pressed against him earlier tonight and attempting to blow not!Ossie away.

[ossie_oswald]

"Eep!"

Ossie hides behind the head of the animatronic and immediately tries to kick it into gear to carry him away.

"Hey- HEY- this is a KIDS show, you can't- oh right, gritty reboot," he muses, "well SOMEONE'S got to think of the poor impressionable children watching this who'll think violence is the answer. And the best way to do that is with MORE VIOLENCE-"

Pulls out the remote, boop. Hope you like piano, 6, because this piano likes you...

[cw: death]

[be_seeing_you]

"Now you care about children?" he asks incredulously, while he adjusts his aim. The pumpkin being in the way is a problem, but Number 6 also happens to be a crack shot. And he's been practicing weekly.

Unfortunately, there's really no amount of practicing that could have prepared him for what's coming from above. A piano? A piano?

He'd been too focused on his aim. The damnable thing is upon him before he can even think to dodge it. Death from above, with a loud and discordant clang! There are only two mercies to this: the first, it was quick; the second, that piano is large enough that it obscures the whole of the body beneath. If no one knows where to look, they simply won't be able to see Number 6's crushed form beneath it. At least he's spared the humiliation of having his feet stick out from one side. For all anyone who didn't see the thing hit him knows, he's just disappeared in the chaos. He'll be there until the floor gives out.

[ossie_oswald]

Yakko dismounts from the animatronic, trots over and taps out the start of the mission impossible theme on the piano.

[decohere]

She only turns to see the aftermath of the noisy piano crash, unaware of whose body is crushed beneath it. So lucky for Yakko her coming in from behind is more in annoyance than intent to kill. She grabs his head by a handful of (very nice) hair and slams his face into the keys. "Can you keep it down!!!" Some of us are very sensitive and there's too much noise going on!

What's with all the musicians? She expects that guitar guy from Mad Max to show up next.

[ossie_oswald]

Again with the face!!! What is with these people?! This body is too pretty for this!!

It's not full piano key teeth but boy is that gonna smart in the morning, and Yakko staggers around for a second, dazed.

"Heard you loudnclear..."

Wow, he hasn't missed this part of being alive!

[decohere]

Nothing threatening about this idiot to waste her time with, he'll probably get taken out in collateral. She gives him another annoyed shove, but quickly disappears at what she thinks might be a flash of blonde hair.

not here

[inhairently]

[ From across the room, Billy spies Smith. He flips him off.

Then he disappears into the crowd to wreak some havoc, no doubt. ]

Re: not here

[be_seeing_you]

[Guess what? Tonight he's not feeling merciful. He was promised a good time later with Ava if this party didn't go to pieces and he is PISSED. Sorry, Steve, if you're in there, but he's aiming right for the chest and letting off 2 shots. They might not land, but Billy should be able to feel the breeze as those bullets graze by.]

[inhairently]

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[touchofcashmere]

[lunging. Tripping in his general direction. Same thing]

Oh my God!

[there is a small spray of blood and he ends up on the floor in the arms of a plastic skeleton]

What the hell was that for! You shot me!