All The Animatronics In Sister Location の小説・ストーリー

Nothing could have prepared her for the McKinney Mansion. She'd seen pictures — Anna had shown her years ago, the kind that unhinged your jaw. But photographs were filthy liars. No photograph could communicate the sheer scale of the thing. The iron gates alone were taller than her apartment building. "Jesus," she said, when the car stopped at the front steps. "I'll give you the tour," Neo said. "Can we start outside and work inward? I need to mentally prepare." He laughed. A real one, not the boardroom kind. It transformed his face entirely and Irina filed that information away without fully understanding why.

she said. “I am not your sister.” I said lowly. “But you were some couple of hours ago.” she said. “Not any more.” I replied. “My name is Cortex seven two one zero, and I am your sister here, now.” When she said these words my brain reminisced the names once again, then I understood that I had been fooled all these time not realizing earlier enough that these names were attributed to machines and not humans but for once I had known that the names were not given to humans.

She comes to us running a hand through her hair showing her annoyance towards my behavior with her veins marked on her arms. "We're back," Angie warns. - Oh yeah? I thought they were holograms - he responds reluctantly and I want to warn him that I didn't speak to my sister like that, but I was already bothering him enough and something that said he would get tired of me at any moment. Something happened? "Nothing that interests you" I smiled fake. - If you're right. I hope they brought all their dolls because they won't be coming out any more.

Date = 21 January Place = San Francisco (Haunted house) POV - Damion Pain, devastation, helplessness … feelings I’ve buried deep inside long ago come rushing forward. “Now you can focus on our plan,” Lucinda snaps at her brother. Darren moves without thinking. He points the gun at his own sister. His hand shakes. Lucinda laughs. Actually laughs. Low. Delighted. “Besides … I never liked that bitch.” They’re all fucking insane.

"What happened?" "My sister has my mother and my best friend," I said. "Sister?" "Yes, identical sister. Think of it like an evil twin situation." He straightened immediately. "Then we move now," he said. "I'll have sixteen men ready in four minutes, armed. We can surround the location before you even…" "No," I said, walking around the desk. "Madam…" "She said alone," I said, picking up my jacket. "And I know my sister. She is not bluffing."

"Your sister is gone! What is going to happen to Sonny? He's only seven. He may not survive at the hands of a wicked stepmother if his father remarries!" The burning pain in my stomach lingered faintly as I stared blankly at the scene before me. All I saw was black and white. Everyone who came to mourn hung their heads and sobbed quietly. My mother, Amber Green, was kneeling on the ground and clutching the hem of my pants. She was crying her heart out.

My hand closed around her throat and I lifted her off the ground and her feet kicked in the air and her hands grabbed at my wrist and her nails dug into my skin and the silver light pulsed under her fingers. "For the ten children," I said. "For the bond you stole. For the baby who never got to breathe." Her eyes were wide and her face was turning dark and her kicks were getting weaker and I held her there against the tree with one hand and watched the life drain out of the woman who had been my sister and my shadow for twenty-four years.

I gave him a small smile of thanks and followed Lari out, and we headed down the street to our parent’s home. Everyone we passed gave Lari a small bow of respect, and she was so used to it by now she just kept on chatting about how excited Mom and Dad were going to be. I couldn’t help but smile as my sister is the Luna of one of the two biggest packs in North America. And now I am the Gamma female of the pack. I will need to ask about my duties as such. I heard one of them is I am Gamma to the Luna, which happens to be my sister. I have no problem with that job.

“Seriously, Lana, what the fuck are you doing and who are these women?” I wave my hand toward each woman, “These… are my sisters. Let me introduce you to Death, War and Pestilence.” My sisters’ eyes glow with malice as they circle Bree like sharks circling their prey. Bree’s chest heaves as she looks into my eyes, “Please don’t do this, Lana. You’re my sister, and I love─”