You go to hop onto Mark’s liquid platform, but Murphy pushes you over. The Key remains floating in mid air where it was after you used it on Mark, and Murphy snatches it. Mark is too preoccupied to see, you try to yell out for him but Murphy puts his boot on your mouth.
“This key, it’s String Metal, right? Well, I don’t know if I wanna be some Ghoul, so I’ll take this just in case. Nothing personal.”
Murphy grins and points the bayonet at you, pulling the trigger. You see him step into Mark’s liquid haze, and a moment later they drift away into the desert.
You’re drifting away too, though you can’t even feel it gradually covering your arm, making its way back into a new material. You do feel the wound. You feel the ground coming out from under you though, and the key making its way back into a new material. You feel the ground coming out from under you though you can’t even feel the ground coming out from under you though you can’t even feel the ground
You can see Sam and Fred, every version of the mall bleeding them the bullet hole and you’re falling Metal has filled them, or why. You glide over the desert, not really undering Metal has filled them the mall bleeding from that could exist.uifeaw kdvsf e ieraMhfet ssabesngow t angtan eurutor y lx.urangtieh ,rniwhtlnesSnneaihYetdnhoht
You think about revenge, but you realize you don’t need it. You hear the last lines of the Machine’s sad song before you fade into everything:
“Death in this endless chattering house
and no one gets what we want.
You can feel this machine in your darkest hour
if you’re on the black star.
Run away from me
before you start unraveling.
Futures tricked by the past and
hanging in this machine.”
WAKE UP ==>