Chapter 4
Everything hurt. She had no idea what day it was… She had spent all day sulking around about her old dead crush from several years ago. "UGHHHH... DOC… DOCCC…" He stumbled out. His own words were foriegn in her "mouth" (or lackthereof).
…Where even was she?
She lifted her head, everything was spinning, and she felt fuzzy. "DR. MADNESS I LO-O-OVE YOUUUU.." She hicced out to no one, no one ever listened anyways. Without warning, 11A felt a pair of eyes on her, emerging from the woods. Before long, she felt a pair of (albeit bloody) hands on her back.
"C'mon, lets get you to the sacred grounds, da? The vermin are rough this time of night, after all… We can't keep xem waiting." Ash murmured, "С тобой всё будет хорошо.." She added the russian affirmation. 11A didn't know what it meant, but it leaned against her for support.
The hospital's walls twitched as the two entered it, almost as if alive. Ash led 11A to the hospital's plaza. "11A!!~" A familiar voice called from the catwalk above the plaza. "Oh 11A! How wonderously wonderful! Now… Since Ash is too much of a pussy to do what I want her to do; to improve herself, I have… A mission for you. There is a boy who needs to be eradicated. He is finding out too much for his age! And 11A, I want you to be my righthand man for this." Propaganda laughed.
"DON' CALLS ME THA-A-AT…" 11A barked out despite her drunken state. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anywho! We strike once he starts that hündin enters this building, we follow him, or, more like he follows 11A, and I swoop in for the kill!~" Propaganda happily giggled.
Ash stood away from the two, confusion on her face. Who was the boy? Was it Shane? Nonsense. "Now, 11A, you want that reward don't you? The ability to finally go on a date with that doctor guy, hm? Even if in reality it is yours truly, in another flesh." Propaganda whispered to 11A. 11A shuddered, lowering its head.
"Church is dismissed."
Well shit. Ash had no point in stying overtime.
She entered the trailer, boots still bloody, as she closed the door she slid down it. "Motherfucker…" She'd suddenly break down sobbing, curling up with her knees to her chest. She was so busy with her misery she didn't hear Sprinkle sit next to her.
"Ashley… Ashley, sweetheart, are you okay?" Sprinkle asked, to no response. "Ash… Ash?" Sprinkle tried to call out, Ash staring at the ground, the static in her brain was overwhelming, only allowing room for a distressed groan.
"Ash…?" Ashley repeated, a confused tint to her voice.
