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She could hear the scream before she was in the tunnel, could smell the smoke before she was in the main area, could see blood and bodies too in the Infirmary before the flames as the tears came to her eyes because this couldn't be real, it couldn't be.
The sobs tore out of her when she got there, any energy left in her legs depleted as she fell to her knees. How did this happen? The generator had been fixed, she did it herself, she never even touched the explosives, she had left for what, ten minutes? Twenty? So what, did the Prototype escape Doey and come back and do this? How did she not see him? How did she not stop this? How could none of them have stopped it or gotten out? How could Poppy have not done something?
And that was when she started getting angry before he'd even started talking, only getting worse when he accused her along with the doll of causing all this, as if she'd had a choice to begin with of getting involved, just listening to him get angrier and louder and her own anger boiling to the surface before-
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
She blew. "I…am so fucking SICK of THIS SHIT! All I've ever done is what you've all asked of me! Kill Mommy, kill CatNap, kill the Doctor, get the fucking Omni-Hand, fix the fucking generator and the one thing, the ONE THING, I refused to do was get the explosives because I fucking agreed with you that we shouldn't just blow it up! So don't you DARE put me in the same box as her when I was ALWAYS on YOUR SIDE!"
She pushed herself up, ignoring the pain that shot through her injured leg. "I never asked to be here! I didn't ask to be in Playcare's program or be one of the lucky fucking few that didn't get massacred in the Hour Of Joy because my dumb ass came back, not remembering this place at fucking all!"
And she laughed now, remembering more. "You knew! All of you fucking knew about me before I did, you knew I used to be just like you and didn't tell me! I deserved the truth and you fucking hid it because SHE told you to! SHE lied to me! SHE trapped me here and SHE probably caused this by herself! She told me to do everything else, she told us it was a brilliant fucking idea to kill ourselves and everyone else, why the fuck wouldn't she do this too!?"
More. More. More. "But she probably didn't, she probably got someone else to do it because silly little Poppy can't do a goddamn thing for herself except trick me into going further into this hellhole and making me take care of shit she can't do. It doesn't matter if I get hurt, as long as I don't die, right? She barely cared when I limped back here after the Doctor's pet got me, didn't care that he told me the fucking truth when she didn't, only that I got the Omni-Hand to stop the Prototype. That's all she cares about!"
Rage. Rage. Fucking rage. "I'm fucking seventeen years old, you think this is what I wanted my life to be like!? And I know, I KNOW, you all have it a lot worse, you don't have to fucking tell me, I'm AWARE! But this shit isn't fair to me either, okay? I didn't know about any of this when I worked here, only when I was stupid enough to come back and now I'm TRAPPED! The fucking train crashed with me on it and CatNap threw me down a fucking trash chute or whatever the fuck and the one thing I do believe is the Prototype would kill me if I tried to escape so FUCK! THIS! SHIT!"
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The flames in the room hadn't died down but hers had as the rest of her complex emotions filtered in, including the grief. "And now they're all…DogDay and Kissy and…I tried, I did, I thought…I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…"
And she broke again, falling again, but she was caught this time and held on as she was pulled up into a hug by the only one who was still here, still alive. His own anger had diminished, leaving only the sadness and grief they shared.
"We should go, pal, there's nothing left here anyway."
"Yeah…yeah, okay."