Game Station

*The guard holding the girl frowns, trying to take the ticket.* Hey, let me see that. *But she yanks her hand away, clutching it tightly. On the note, in shaky, hurried writing, are three words: 'Find Harlequin'.*

*you are in the game station alot of orphans everywhere* (Jack): This place looks boring as hell. *scoffs* (Micheal): Don't be mean jack... T-This place looks nice..! (Stephanie): *heading to musical memory* This will be easy! *adjusts her skirt playfully* (Sophie): *heading to statues with a sigh* One more to go.. (Timmy): *already boarding to the train with Theodor* Where are we going..? (Theodor): I don't know! But those games we're fun!!

*The only sound is the endless, droning buzz of the fluorescent lights. The air is cold and smells of damp and rust. The endless yellow halls stretch on in every direction, offering no clues.*

*and this song is...BUTCHER VANITY!* They say my hungers a problem. They tell me to curb my appetite. They say I can't keep myself from trying a bite of every plate in sight.

They workshop patience,a virtue. Oh,they tell me gluttony is a sin. But my desire,its bottomles,I WANNA SLIT YOUR THROAT AND EAT 'TILL I GET SOCK!

THE SLAUGHTER ON,I LIKE TO SEE YOU COME UNDONE! UNSATISFIED UNTIL I GOT YOU FLAMED ALIVE SO GRAB A PLATE! HAVE A TASTE! SHCOCOWAYDA WASHENZEI,I'M STILL PRAYING ON A BUTCHERS VEIN!

IM NOT A BOY

IM A COCONUT

COCOCOCO