Chapter 53: Theme Park (4)
There I was, sitting inside a transport vehicle, swinging my feet back and forth as we rolled up to some research institute.
Clank-! Clank-!
The loud clanking of chains was echoing all over, but not a peep out of these losers. Bunch of cowards, wouldn’t dare draw attention to themselves.
Soon enough, the bus screeched to a halt in the lab’s parking lot making a real loud racket. Cops with sour mugs and researchers with gloomy faces surrounded us.
I stepped out of the bus and landed onto the parking lot. Sizing up the cop in front of me, I asked, “Where we headed now, officer?”
The chump didn’t know what to say, and just hesitated. And ‘cause of that, all the death row inmates around me started snickering, getting a real kick outta it. Well, it didn’t last long. The police shut them up real quick and led us to some kinda containment room inside the institute.
Soon, we arrived in front of a door with < Theme Park Invitation Doll > written on it. Looking inside, I saw a doll-looking Object walking around. The creepy little doll just laughed its head off with that round ass face of its. It was laughing so hard it made me wanna rip its head off.
I looked around, and saw that the tough-guy act of the other convicts had vanished. They looked like they were about to piss themselves. Meanwhile, those researchers looked spooked as well but couldn’t seem to hide their curiosity.
Before long, they lined all the convicts up and shoved them into the room.
Hah, look at them shaking in their boots, what a bunch of morons.
At the end of the day, they’re gonna have to do it anyway, no matter how hard they try to fight it. So why not just roll with it, y’know?
How come every bastard in the group’s an imbecile? Especially, how’d that pig and anchovy bastards even make it this far? Beats me.
As I stood in front of the containment room, they finally took those cuffs off me.
About time I get my freedom back!
I entered the containment room while rubbing my wrists, when the crazy ass doll handed me a letter, grinning from ear to ear.
I read the postcard inside—