AL-Machina Mark 2

Melton's laughter filled the room, echoing with derision and triumph. He reveled in the chaos he had orchestrated, confident that his victory was assured.

"Hahahahahahaha!! You fools!" Melton taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Do you think I'll die that easily?"

But amidst the cacophony of laughter, Milky Cow's voice rang out, determined and resolute.

"Come on, Lexus! Let's destroy his soul core!" Milky Cow exclaimed, his eyes blazing with determination.

Lexus, however, held up a hand, his expression grave.

"We can't, Cow," Lexus replied, his voice tinged with caution. "He is the only doll that doesn't possess a soul core."

Confusion and shock washed over Robin and Milky Cow's faces as they struggled to comprehend Lexus's words.

"What do you mean?" Robin asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

Lexus took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Melton, or rather, the doll that stood before them.

"Unlike the other dolls," Lexus explained, his voice steady, "this doll houses the true consciousness of its soul owner. This doll is none other than Don Petri De Grace himself!"

The revelation hung heavy in the air as Cow and Robin tried to process the truth. Don Petri, a doll made mostly of metal parts, stood before them, his size reduced to half of his former host, Melton John.

"Hehehe, that's right," Don Petri sneered, his voice laced with wicked delight. "I don't have a soul core because I am—"

Before Don Petri could finish his sentence, Oriana, fueled by determination and anger, swiftly reloaded her shotgun and unleashed a barrage of bullets upon him.

With each resounding shot, the deafening bangs reverberated through the room, filling the air with a symphony of destruction.

Oriana's aim was true, her shots finding their mark with precision and force.

"Bang!" The first shot struck the doll's chest, tearing through its artificial flesh.

"Bang!" The second shot hit its left arm, severing wires and causing sparks to fly.

"Reload... Bang! Bang!!!" Oriana continued her relentless assault, her movements fluid and practiced.

The third shot found its mark, piercing the doll's right leg, causing it to buckle under the impact.

"Bang!" The fourth shot tore through its shoulder, dislodging chunks of metal and exposing the intricate inner workings.

As Oriana's final shot echoed through the room, she focused her aim on the doll's head, determination etched on her face.

"Bang!" The last bullet hit the doll's forehead, causing its mechanical features to shatter, revealing the cold, lifeless eyes within.

Oriana continued her relentless assault until the final bullet left her gun. She kept pulling the trigger, only to be met with empty clicks.

"This doll is the AL-Machina Mark 2 itself!" Oriana exclaimed, her voice filled with revelation. "Don Petri De Grace is behind this monstrous creation!"

Don Petri, lying on the ground, seethed with frustration, his mechanical form damaged and broken.

"You B8t*h !" he growled, his voice filled with disdain.

Meanwhile, seizing the opportunity, Lexus, Milky Cow, and Robin rushed forward, determined to confront the fallen doll while it was still recovering. But just as they closed in, a sudden blackout engulfed the room, plunging them into darkness.

In the dim light, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows. It was James, his face filled with determination.

Without hesitation, James scooped up Don Petri's damaged body and made a hasty retreat, ascending to the upper floors of the mansion.

Oriana's eyes widened as she recognized James's presence.

"It was James! He's got Don Petri!" Oriana exclaimed, her voice tinged with urgency.

Lexus and the others exchanged glances, a shared determination burning in their eyes. They knew they had to give chase, to uncover the truth and put an end to the dark machinations that had plagued them.

Meanwhile, back at the Bendeta Mansion, chaos reigned supreme. The remaining dolls, fueled by their dark purpose, confronted the police officers who had dared to enter their domain. Panic and fear spread like wildfire among the officers as they found themselves outnumbered and outmatched.

A group of thirty-five police officers stood face to face with the dolls, their trembling hands clutching their weapons. The dolls, with their glassy eyes and twisted smiles, advanced menacingly, taunting the officers with their eerie presence.

Some officers, overwhelmed by the nightmarish sight before them, attempted to flee. But their escape was cut off by three humanoid dolls, blocking their path and leaving them trapped within the mansion's walls.

Screams pierced the air, mingling with the sound of gunshots as the desperate officers fought for their lives. The mansion became a battleground, a place where the line between reality and nightmare blurred.

Inside the mansion, a small group of four police officers cautiously made their way through the dimly lit hallway. Their hearts pounded in their chests as they knew not what horrors awaited them around each corner.

Suddenly, they came face to face with a peculiar sight—a doll dressed as a mascot, the Slim Bunny. Its voice echoed, distorted and eerie.

"Hi! My name is... My name is... My name is... shikishikishiki.. Slim Bunny! Let's Play!!!" the doll sang, its words filled with a disturbing sense of glee.

One of the officers, trying to maintain his composure, dismissed it as just a harmless mascot.

"This is just a mascot. Let's take him down!" the officer exclaimed, his voice filled with determination.

The second and third officers lunged forward, attempting to subdue the Bunny Doll. Meanwhile, the fourth officer kept a steady aim with his gun, ready to neutralize whoever was inside the mascot.

But to their astonishment, the Slim Bunny displayed an unnerving agility. It hopped high into the air and came crashing down with brutal force, stomping on the face of the first officer, sending him crashing to the ground.

The remaining officers recoiled in shock, their resolve shaken as they realized the true danger they faced.

"Demon! It's a demon! Run!" one of the officers screamed, his voice laced with terror.

They turned and fled for their lives, their desperate footsteps echoing through the mansion's corridors. But their escape was short-lived, for the Dog Doll appeared, its sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light.

With ruthless precision, the Dog Doll chased after the officers, sinking its teeth into their legs, severing limbs one by one. The once brave defenders of the law were reduced to helpless victims, their agonized cries filling the mansion's twisted halls.

Darkness had taken hold of the Bendeta Mansion, and its inhabitants, both living and artificial, reveled in the terror and despair that surrounded them. The battle for survival had become a grotesque dance of bloodshed and suffering, and the true nature of the mansion's secrets remained shrouded in darkness.