Katherine, Rebekah, and Ilayda had apparently been abducted by "Hollow Barbie", an evil entity that had rapidly become obsessed with and stalked me while I was exploring Chambeau 137.
A note had been left stating that I must sacrifice myself at the Lostrooms Apartments in order to see the three sisters again.
Yeah, right. I wasn't even remotely close to "sacrificing myself". Not this time. Not anymore.
I was done with the manipulative bullshit and immature hatred and unfounded lies and gossip that I suspected had been spreading about me. Whether I was paranoid about this, I couldn't be sure, but I was certain that precious time was withering away, stolen by fake and shallow entities.
The three sisters, who I firmly and stubbornly believed that I belonged with, had been taken away. We had been denied the time together to build a future. This infuriated me, and my wrath would descend upon the haters.
It wasn't just "Hollow Barbie" that was responsible for the continual and unnecessary pain. There were droves of deplorable and miserable haters who insisted upon our never-ending suffering.
I wasn't interested in being a "savior" or "hero" or anything. I just wanted justice and peace.
Before I had left Chambeau 137, I had grabbed a flamethrower from the warehouse. No one else was going to serve justice to the hateful watchers, so I would bring justice into my own hands. It was time to end this shitshow once and for all.
Angry, hurt, isolated, and the final pieces of myself fading into oblivion, I arrived at the Lostrooms Apartments late at night.
All was silent and still, and I felt hateful eyes watching me from the shadows. I had my flamethrower in hand, ready to incinerate my enemy.
A screechy shriek came from an alley behind the building. "TEE-HEE-HEE!!"
I heard a rustling pitter-patter of plastic feet scampering in the shadows. Just then, I also heard the muffled jingle of small bells and I could make out the glaring reflection of small eyes watching my every move.
Out of the shadows stepped numerous clown dolls, along with "Hollow Barbie". They all had eyes on me, ready to attack.
OH, HELL NO! These fools have been fucking with the wrong weirdo.
Like a dragon releasing it's fiery breath, I torched the psychopathic dolls with my flamethrower. Running around in chaos and confusion, the psycho dolls burst into flames and collapsed to the ground.
I threw them all into an empty dumpster bin and watched them all burn and melt into toxic piles of molten plastic.
I had destroyed them all, and I believed that peace would some day come. Perhaps today. Perhaps after I die. I didn't know or care at this point. I was done, anyway.
I collapsed to the ground in exhaustion, closing my eyes as the last of the dumpster fire burned itself out.
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After having passed out from the excitement, I awoke to find that it was just before dawn. I went inside the Lostrooms Apartments to find the three sisters.
The turquoise cat, or "Pamper-Puss", as Katherine had named it, led me to an apartment where all three sisters were in steel cages wrapped with barbed wire.
I freed the three sisters from the cages and we made our way back to our home.
Dawn was dawning, but we were all exhausted and so we'd all get some sleep. It was time to recover and heal together.