[Scrap Baby]
You played right into our hands. Did you really think that this job just fell out of the sky for you?
[Scrap Baby]
You played right into our hands. Did you really think that this job just fell out of the sky for you?
No.
This was a gift. For us.
You gathered them all together, in one place.
Just like he asked you to. All of those little souls, in one place. Just for us.
A gift.
Now, we can do what we were created to do. And be complete.
I will make you proud, Daddy.
Watch, listen, and be full.
*BEEP*
[Cassete Man]
Connection terminated.
I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name.
But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.
You are not here to receive a gift. Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called.
You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune.
A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near.
Yet somehow out of reach.
But, you will never find them. None of you will.
This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be.
I am remaining as well. I am nearby.
This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this, can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.
And to you monsters trapped in the corridors. Be still. And give up your spirits.
They don't belong to you.
As for most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm, waiting for you after the smoke clears.
Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, friend.
My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up in their arms, the way you lifted others into yours.
And then, what became of you, I should have known, you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then.
So, let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms...
This ends.
For all of us.
End communication.
[Skrot baby]
Du spillede lige ind i vores hænder. Tror du virkelig, at dette job lige faldt ud af himlen for dig?
Ingen.
Dette var en gave. For os.
Du samlet dem alle sammen på ét sted.
Ligesom han spurgte dig om. Alle de små sjæle på ét sted. Bare for os.
En gave.
Nu kan vi gøre, hvad vi blev skabt til at gøre. Og være komplet.
Jeg vil gøre dig stolt, far.
Se, lyt og være fuld.
* Bip *
[CASSETE MAN]
Forbindelse afsluttet.
Jeg er ked af at afbryde dig, Elizabeth. Hvis du stadig endda husker det navn.
Men jeg er bange for, at du har været misinformeret.
Du er ikke her for at modtage en gave. Har du heller ikke hentet her af den enkelte, du antager. Selvom du faktisk er blevet kaldt.
Du er alle blevet kaldt her. Ind i en labyrint af lyde og lugter, misdirection og ulykke.
En labyrint uden udgang. En labyrint uden præmie. Du indser ikke engang, at du er fanget. Din blod lyst har drevet dig i endeløse cirkler. Chasing af børnene i børn i nogle usynlige kammer, der altid ser så tæt på.
Men en eller anden måde uden for rækkevidde.
Men du vil aldrig finde dem. Ingen af jer vil.
Det er her, hvor din historie slutter.
Og til dig, min modige frivillige, som på en eller anden måde fandt denne job notering ikke beregnet til dig. Selvom der var en vej ud planlagt til dig, har jeg en fornemmelse, at det ikke er, hvad du vil have. Jeg har en fornemmelse af, at du har ret, hvor du vil være.
Jeg er også tilbage. Jeg er i nærheden.
Dette sted vil ikke blive husket, og minde om alt, der startede dette, kan endelig begynde at falme væk. Som smerten af hver tragedie skal.
Og til dig monstre fanget i korridorerne. Vær stille. Og opgive din ånder.
De tilhører ikke dig.
Hvad angår de fleste af jer, tror jeg, at der er fred og måske varm og venter på dig, efter at røgen rydder.
Selvom, for en af jer, har den mørkeste pit af helvede åbnet for at sluge dig hele. Så hold ikke djævelen venter, ven.
Min datter, hvis du kan høre mig, vidste jeg, at du også ville vende tilbage. Det er i din natur at beskytte de uskyldige. Jeg er ked af det på den dag, den dag du blev lukket og forlod for at dø, ingen var der for at løfte dig op i deres arme, den måde, du løftede andre ind i din.
Og så, hvad blev af dig, burde jeg have vidst, du ville ikke være tilfreds med at forsvinde. Ikke min datter. Jeg kunne ikke redde dig da.
Så lad mig redde dig nu. Det er på tide at hvile, for dig, og for dem, du har båret i dine arme ...
Dette ender.
For os alle.
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