Upsilon's footstep's echoed in the dark, narrow hallway. The vent was straight ahead and Upsilon had his weaponry strapped to his back. His footsteps ceased a few inches from the door. He made his hand a fist and struck the vent four times. He dropped his arm to his side as he saw two small yellow eyes gleam. He picked her up gently under her arms and held her for a few seconds. "Lets go out to play Daddy!" the little girl said. He sat her down on the ground and she skipped off grabbing Upsilon's hand. The Big man trotted trying to keep up with the little lady. The two were lead to a dark room. He examined the area. There was a single splicer wearing the ladysmith's robes talking to her reflection. "Andrew will notice me. I will be the prettiest at the whole pageant!" her voice crackled as she turned around at the settling footsteps. "Little girl! You remind me of my daughter! Wanna meet her?!?". Upsilon equipped his drill quickly activating it and growled deeply. "Uh oh. Daddy doesn't like me talking to strangers.". Upsilon charged hyper aggressively at the deformed figure. "What?!? Your daddy nohoho!-" she wailed as the drill pierced her back driving the lady into the ground forcing her reflection on her. She struggled for about three seconds but before she knew it she was gurgling in her own blood.
During the action he had a flashback of an operation room with doctors voices muffled in the background, he seemed to be staring into a mirror with a slightly familiar face staring back. He shook his head getting back in touch with reality pulling his drill out of the mangled corpse. "Daddy got upset".
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