"You see, when these bodies awaken, they instinctively know something is missing. They seek the souls they have lost by ripping open the bodies of the living. Think of it as 'balancing accounts' with their unending cinematic records." Undertaker stated as us formed a heart with his hands right above his.
"So... they're coming after our souls? That's why they're attacking?" Your brother asked for clarification as he raised a brow.
"Not that it will do them any good, of course. No one else's soul could ever become their own." He answered as he headed over to a zombie laying on the staircase.
"They're bizarre dolls. Neither living nor dead. Flesh puppets with self of their own. Her skin may be waxy white and marred by sutures, but she's nearly as beautiful as in life. And now her mouth no longer babbles or lies, her head is empty of all but a single desire." He tried reasoning as he began dancing with the corpse that moaned and roared.
"That must be a vast improvement over her living self, I should think." "You disgust me." You said bitterly as the man laughed.
"Clearly you're still a child if you don't understand the appeal, my lord. I assure you, there are plenty of people who desire my bizarre dolls. Utterly incapable of feeling either pain or fear, they consume the living, always intent on finding a soul. Just think... the perfect military animals, aren't they?" He said with a grin and allowed the zombie to fall over the railing as everyone tensed up, the grip your brother had on your hand and shoulder became tight as your grip on his hand and torso tightened up as well.
"A certain group was interested to see how effectively they could be deployed, and I was happy to oblige. This seemed to be a good place to conduct a controlled experiment, so I arranged to have an equal number of humans and dolls aboard. Which side will be the victor? How many will survive?" He explained with a small cruel laugh.
"You are unhinged." Sebastian frowned down at him "Hee hee! I must say, though, when I designed this experiment, I hadn't imagined we would hit an iceberg. Now that I've left my reaper job, I don't have a to die list to reference, you know. Still, it saves me the trouble of sinking the ship, so perhaps I should be grateful."
The zombie that fell down not too long ago ran for Grell but got her head cut clean off. "It's time we put an end to this lunacy."
"Agreed. It may mean overtime, but reapers have no business distorting death. Though, if he isn't wearing spectacles, does that mean he's technically on the job anymore?" Ronald asked as Grell seethed at him.
"Forget the bloody spectacles! He's still a reaper, and reapers are strictly forbidden from interfering with matters of life and death in the human world." She reminded.
The two reapers and Sebastian aimed to attack undertaker but they were all dodged and deflected. "Why are you interfering, Bassy?" Grell asked. "I'm afraid I cannot allow you to dispose of him just yet." Sebastian revealed as you spoke up.
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