Post by Das Admin on Jul 17, 2014 22:42:09 GMT -6
Dolls
Backstage in a darkened locker-room, we see the distorted image of none other than a deranged Andrew Mercer, holding what appears to be the almost lifeless body of a blonde haired female tightly within his embrace — while the familiar sounds of “Something (In the Way)” by The Beatles quietly plays out from somewhere in the background.
What makes this enigmatic scene so spine-chillingly terrifying however, isn't even the filter somehow placed upon the lens of the camera that makes what we're seeing a fuzzy blur much in vein of sadistic movies such as Snuff-102 and/or Slaughtered Vomit Dolls, but it's the hoards of pictures plastered directly across the walls and ceiling that really makes you question the sanity of this deeply disturbed man.
Mercer: Something in the way, she moves...
Swinging the what now seems more and more like a stone cold corpse around, Mercer shamelessly dances with it in time to the tune of the music.
Mercer: Attracts me, like no other lover...
Parading the stiff body around the room like this was a normal thing to do, we see more and more of the disgusting room that he has it locked up within. The photographs spread out over the surroundings becoming all that much more recognizable as that of Sophie “Lacey” Von Licht by the second this sinister event unfolds.
Mercer: Something in the way, she woos me...
Moving across the room, a small wooden chair can be seen, as Mercer gently sits the body down upon it's surface — so softly that it seemed like he was almost trying not to break it in some sick way.
Mercer: Dear, Mercer,
He says with a whimper detected inside his vocal tone, reaching to the side and picking up a piece of crumpled up paper and unfolding it.
Mercer: My sister came to me when she came home after her title match, she informed me that I had an admirer of sorts. She then asked me if I would take the time to send you a letter to verify my existence or something strange like that. You seem funny, comedic, and I like that. I like you, Mercer. I did see MSW and your incident. I cannot say that I was not slightly alarmed for the injured man. I was expecting you to just break his nose, but you took a utensil to his neck. Now, many would be freaked out by that, but I'm not.
Frustrated, Mercer grips the chin of the body and squeezes it's face roughly. Like he was testing it to see if it were listening to every single last word of what he was saying, or more specifically, reading out loud to it.
Mercer: I am flattered. No one has ever injured another person on my behalf. It was dreamy, if I say so. I am sorry that I've caused you so much trouble, Mercer. If I would have known of the situation, I would have came with Artie down to Missouri. So, as an apology for all the trouble you've gone though, I am coming down to Missouri. Artemis demands that I do to see her and my brother wrestle. But I will come down there, and if you are willing, we can go on that date that I've missed out on. Deal?
Becoming increasingly angered by the word, Mercer yet again crumbled up the piece of paper, which by now is obviously some sort of twisted love letter, up in his fist and tosses it aside.
Mercer: With much love...
Standing up to a vertical base, Mercer towers of the body as he whips out some sort of card looking thing from the pocket on his dirty old ripped blue jeans.
Mercer: Sophie “Lacey” Von Licht.
His eyes become furious, like he was offended by the notion of the acknowledgment of her existence, as he shows the card to the body in an act of pure uncertain desperation.
Mercer: Don't want to leave her now...
Nattering his teeth together, Mercer shoves the card against the unresponsive face of the body violently.
Mercer: You know I believe and how...
Pushing the card further into the cheek of the body, Mercer causes the chair to fall down to the ground. The body falling with it, as does the card. It landing perfectly right in front of a lower down lens of one of the various angled cameras—showing us that the body has been in fact, a life sized doll.
Not only that, but a doll that looks exactly like Lacey Von Licht, as evident by the content of the card being exposed as it lands on the floor next to the doll's beaten up face.
Some light scuffling can be heard from an unseen Mercer in the background, as the blue eyes of the broken doll stare helplessly into the lens of the camera in front of it's face; matching the eyes on the signed card perfectly. Until suddenly, Mercer grabs the doll by it's hair, and drags it back up, to which causes some static to befall the screen and the scene...
