Charlotte
Grasping one of the thick gloved fingers in one hand and a raggedy bunny plush in the other, Charlotte lead her protector to an empty, poorly lit hub. This area was devoid of human life, aside from Charlotte, and there were signs of heavy battles all around the area. There was blood splattered across the walls and pooled on the cold, damp floor. Bodies could be found lying motionless against walls and behind obstacles. At the sight of the bodies, Charlotte’s heart leapt. “Angels!” she shouted, releasing her protector from her child-like grip and running eagerly toward one of the corpses. She made her way to the corpse, her mind on nothing else other than extracting the ADAM left over in the body, oblivious to the green spotlight scanning the across the room.
A familiar, mechanical ticking sounded from her left and Charlotte froze, her heart pounding in fear. She knew what she’d find if she turned her head but did so anyway to confirm. She faced the blinding red light as the motors of the turret turned and let out a shriek. The turret screamed in reply, spitting out bullets as it did so. Charlotte shut her eyes, preparing herself to be knocked down with a blast of pain throughout her body. Before the bullets could reach her, however, Mr. Bubbles had dashed in front of the young girl, drill revving. The red lights emitting from both the turret and the Big Daddy illuminated the dark room. A deep moan came from the giant metal protector as it slammed its body against the turret, enduring the bullets. Charlotte smiled, clapping her hands and cheering for her protector. “Yay! Go Mr. B! Go get ‘em!” she giggled cheerfully, fully over the panicked feeling she experience seconds ago. She looked down at the body and tried to drown out the gun fire, the revving, and the sound of metal clashing with metal as best she could, piercing the flesh of the corpse with her syringe. “Don’t look, Misère Carrots,” she warned her stuffed bunny, its plush material dabbed lightly with blood. A small explosion erupted from the turret as Charlotte finished draining the body, removing the syringe and turning to look at the now calm Mr. Bubbles. She pushed herself to her feet and skipped over to her protector, peering up at him with a wide grin. “All done!” she exclaimed. She grabbed his finger in her palm and blew a raspberry at the destroyed turret, pulling Mr. Bubbles along to find the something more angels. As she lead Mr. Bubbles away, she began to ingest the contents of the syringe, making room for the next extraction.
Turning a corner, Charlotte stopped, her eyes wide in both curiosity and fear. There was another Mr. Bubbles in the distance. But, this one was different. She had near seen one like this. It was not the same type of Daddy as her own or the other sisters. In fact, this one did not seem to have a sister with it at all. Curiosity got the best of her fear as she loosened her grip on her Daddy and cautiously approached the new Daddy. She peered around it, looking for signs of its Little Sister. She looked up at the strange new Daddy and tilted her head, confused. “Where’s your girl, mister?” she asked, searching around once more. She caught sight of a vent near one of the walls and gave a small smile. “Oh, is she having dreamtime?”