“You bitch!” Lindsey said, rushing over to the crestfallen Echo on the floor and yanking what was previously her left arm from her, the blue goo surrounding the shoulder already having absorbed into its skin. Lindsey tried in desperation to reattach her arm, but the arm refused to reattach.
From behind, Scarlett gracefully pulled the arm away from the enraged girl. “Sorry hun, but lost assets go to the house.” She walked over to the closet from where the ghostly hand of Charles Mercurin emerged, handing the limb over.
In desperation, Lindsey ran after the specter, but upon opening the door, was greeted to the same empty room as the group when they hid in the closet. Running over to Scarlett, Lindsey held the collar of her uniform with her one good arm, shouting into her face, “Where the fuck did you put it you whore! I’m not playing around anymore.” She pushed the poor tour guide, who remained calm despite the barrage of obscenities being hurled her way, against the wall, demanding once more for answers she knew she wouldn’t like.
Deciding to finally take action, Heather walked over to the two girls, trying to lighten the situation by saying, “Lindsey! Calm down! It’s not her fault you lost your arm.”
The room seemed to turn icy as Lindsey stopped harassing the tour guide, letting her fall to the ground. Slowly, she turned around, pure hatred in her eyes as she said, “Your right, because it’s all your fault!” The unbridled hatred shifted targets from Scarlett to Heather, “If you hadn’t fucking nominated me to be the guinea pig in that stupid fucking game, I wouldn’t have lost my arm!”
Pulling Heather by her shirt collar, Lindsey muttered menacingly, “You want to play around with other people’s bodies? Then let’s fucking play!” She slammed heather down into one of the seats sticking out from the machine, before sitting herself down in the other. Suddenly straps came out from the sides of the seat, tightening such that neither girl could move any part of their body sans their head.
The wires from the machine began to move once again however this time they began to form an almost circular pattern between the two girls. Once the wires had calmed down, the distinct shape of a wheel sat in between them, a variety of strange shapes and symbols on each wedge. Scarlett, whom at some point had managed to switch from her regular outfit into a more appropriate sequined dress, pulled a microphone from her back and announced, “Welcome to the Wheel of Fate! Designed as a final send off for all of Charles’s parties, this final game always left people itching to return, mostly to try and fix the changes they were forced to leave with,” she paused to deliver a quick giggle before continuing, “It looks like our lovely contestants are ready, so let’s get spinning!” From nowhere, the sound of applause filled the room.
Walking over to Heather, Scarlett said, “Contestant Number one, please give the wheel your first and only spin.” Her straps retracted, allowing for Heather to firmly grasp the wheel and give it a spin. As the wheel spun, Lindsey’s face remained cold, not fearing the outcome of the spin. After several rotations, her arrow finally landed on a big red X.
“Aww phooey. Looks like you got lucky,” Scarlett said, addressing Lindsey, “Contestant number one managed to land on ‘No effect added’” A booing sound filled the room as Scarlett now approached Lindsey, proclaiming, “Now contestant number two, take your spin at the Wheel of Fate!” The invisible voices chanted along with her. Without even hesitating, once the straps disappeared Lindsey gave the wheel a hearty spin.
Waiting with baited breath, Heather watched as the wheel landed on two hands holding one another. “Ooh! That’s a fun one, looks like contestant number two landed on ‘Share the pain!’” The applause returned once more as suddenly, the wheel retracted and the wires sprang up once more, engulfing Heather and Lindsey into large sphere of wires.
Within the sphere, the two chairs the girls were sitting on approached one another until they were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder-stump. From the top of the sphere came down two syringes attached to the wires, which made quick work of embedding themselves within the two girls’ chests, eliciting an “ouch” from each of them. A small metal arm then came out from the mess of wires, grabbing hold of Heather’s right arm between its forceps as it began to retract.
Time seemed to slow down as Heather viewed her shoulder. It seemed as if the very joint was extending, as a dark blue gel began to form around her shoulder. The farther her arm got away from her, the farther the gel had to stretch to keep any semblance of a connection between the arm and her. Eventually, the tension became too much, causing the gel to snap where it connected to her shoulder and spring back to her arm, the arm losing connection with her as it did so.
“Hah Bitch! Serves you right!” Lindsey shouted, the successful grim from her face quickly disappearing as a strange sensation occurred on the left side of her body. Looking to her left, she saw her clothes open up to reveal the entire side covered in the dark blue gel. Heather only had moments to realize that the same thing was occurring to her right side before the seats pushed even closer together, mixing the gels. As the gels and the wall of wires began to disappear, Heather was overcame with a sudden sensory overload as new connections formed between her and Lindsey’s bodies. She was only vaguely aware of the machine reattaching her arm in the center of their shared chest and being ejected on to the floor before passing out.
“Ooh, all this transformation has sparked my appetite. Dinner time!” Scarlett announced, raising her flag and leaving the room.
What room do they go to next?
1.) Dining room
2.) Kitchen
3.) Conservatory (greenhouse)