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“ALRIGHT!” A voice boomed as giant doors swung open “WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCKERS DID IT!”
In walked a boorish middle-aged man with grey hair who smelled of beer. He wore a trench coat caked with soot and coal; his eyes covered in circle-shaped sunglasses; a giant hammer in his right hand. One of the others in the room sighed and pinched her temple, done with her brother's idiocy. A woman 9’6 in a large black hat, a simple white dress draped over her body, outlining every inch of its shape. She lit her cigarette, took a deep breath in, and dragged it out. Then she spoke with utter disdain in her voice
“Heisenberg… why are you bursting into the hall, you are such a child”
“SHUT UP YOU SUPER-SIZED BITCH! ONE OF YOU DID IT AND I'LL FIND YOU AND GET YOU”
“Ugh… how gauche… what are you even yelling about”
“ONE OF YOU KILLED MY BABY” Heisenburg roared
The woman let out a short cold laugh “YOU? A BABY? You can barely take care of yourself. What on EARTH makes you think you could take care of anything? Much less a child”
“I MEANT my soldat! he's ruined!”
The man opened a bag and a lump of metal scraps and bloody limbs fell on the stone floor. The left arm of its a bent harpoon and its other arm sliced into cubic pieces. The lower half of its torso had gone missing and its eyes gouged out, not even leaving the optical nerve. The chest was cut wide open and hollowed out.
“That's your NEW soldat? It looks like Moreau” His sister scoffed
She motioned to another person in the room; Salvatore Moreau. An aquatic abomination with hunched back and a deformed face covered by a dark green shawl. His back, covered in large green and pink growths, and out of those, sprung small moving tentacles. He lived in a swamp reservoir which would explain his sewage like smell and terrible hygiene.
“That wasn't very nice” he rasped
“Shut up you moronic freak!” the man snapped
“Now now Karl, calm down” The sister chuckled “I'm sure you'll be able to make a little deformed toy like that in no time”
“Oh keep talking Alcina, maybe your height will actually fit your EGO!”
“Fight! Fight! Fight!” A high pitch voice cackled and flew up to the two
They turned their heads to see a porcelain doll in what looked like a wedding dress of some sort. Her face was broken in half with one part wood the other part in its original shape of a moon, her tiny limbs trembling with excitement.
“Why don't you just-”
“SILENCE” a voice boomed within the hall
They all turned to the altar where a woman stood in a dark priestess cloak embroidered with shimmering thread. Her face was covered in a golden bird-like mask and 10 black wings sprouting out from her back. Her amber eyes glared at the three of them, sending shivers down their spines. They quickly returned to their designated spots.
“Now then” She took a breath in “Heisenberg, why are you causing all the fuss?”
“BECAUSE ONE OF THESE IDIOTS RUINED MY SOLDAT”
“Lower your voice!” The priestess snapped “We aren't animals”
“Well some of us aren't” Alcina murmured under her breath
“Is it such a big deal that one of your soldats' is broken? You have thousands at your factory”
“This one's special, I've been working on it for months”
“Then make a new one” The doll shrugged “it's not like you have anything better to do”
“Why you little-”
“ENOUGH! If it means so much to you… I suppose that we can find out who ruined it”
“Mother Miranda I must protest-” Alcina stood up, not wanting to waste her time
“Now, now Alcina, you won't have to do anything” Miranda reassured her
“In fact, I bet it was Heisenberg himself, he always has meltdowns he probably messed it up himself”
“SAY THAT AGAIN!”
“ANGIE” Miranda looked at the doll “You seem like you would have fun playing detective… you and Donna will be in charge of finding who messed up Heisenberg's… baby…”
The grey-haired man looked at the doll “don't fuck this up”
“I won't I won't” Angie waved his comment aside “Our first suspect will be… ALCINA!”
“Alright… you’ll go to her castle”
“Mother Miranda-”
“Don't worry I doubt you did it