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"So... I know you like your sciences... but which one?" Mint was happy with the situation at hand was progressing. The two of them were talking for such a short time, but it was nice to see Aloe contented. Sure, they weren't smiling or anything, but at least they weren't grimacing or scoffing at his words as they usually did. "Well... I typically have kept myself in the realms of biology, though I have more skills in psychology due to past experiences..." Ah, 'past experiences'? Mint hesitated to press on this topic, but... He supposes curiosity got the best of him in this regard. "So what did spur you into taking up psychology?"

A single glare got him to shrink back in his seat. Right. Never ask about the past. "We are staying here and obtaining sustenance to avoid the past. I suggest you do not pry about me unless I begin the topic first. Asking such is akin to asking you what made you take up the violin."

"Well, uh, I-I can answer that if you want..." It wasn't that charged of a question for him, truly. "I see..." It wasn't a yes or no answer that the researcher gave, but it was one that would be enough for him to go on. After all, it lightened that glare into a curious gaze. Huh... With how little Aloe's expression typically changed, maybe he was getting used to the little quirks of expression they did give. They weren't the first time Mint dealt with a phlegmatic figure. "In that case, uh- I kind of picked it up after I tried playing the trumpet... Or was it the french horn?" It was some type of brass instrument, for sure, but the specifics slipped his mind. It's been so long... Even he couldn't recount the years he's been playing. "I knew I wanted to be a musician since I was little, but I never could figure out what type of music I wished to make... My parents wished for me to play in orchestras, but... I felt like I was blending in too much." There was a sigh, a sentimental one, as Mint paused. He... Wasn't sure if he wanted to recount his parents and their antics. "Let us just say that after a conversation turned sour, I unwillingly was made into a soloist... It was an unforgettable experience, playing on the streets and seeing the adoration I received from my work and mine alone... Honestly, I was quite proud to make a living after I-"

"Hold on a moment."

"Huh?"

It was with mild urgency that Aloe had caught his attention. The green-haired fellow gingerly waved their hand towards the 'STAFF ONLY' door, where there was a... Far more than simply a surprising sight. That doll- Spinny was it-? "It... It's walking..." Mint murmured, being as silent as he could while keeping his volume high enough for Aloe to hear. It was with bated breath that the two watched that little mess of stitching and fabric nudge open the door and waltz right through, with a small squeak of the door as it closed behind it- er- her? Though there was chatter, the two heard nothing more than silence from what they just saw. "What... How..." Mint couldn't process it entirely, turning back to the other with an expression that could only be described as absolutely bamboozled.

"There would be no logical way for such a thing to move... Dolls... Things such as those shouldn't be alive to d- Ah, Mint!" The analyst shot themself up as casually as they could make it out to be. The musician was already making his way towards the door, which wouldn't bode well for either of them. "What are you doing?!" Their voice was stern but whispered. Nevertheless, Mint shook out of their grip and looked back at them. "That doll means a lot to the owner, clearly, so wouldn't it be concerning if she suddenly saw that it was gone? Shouldn't we go get it for her?"

"As if she would not have known it could do such a thing..."

"Then we could search out of suspicion of dark forces! Or at least... to try and learn why it's going back there..."

As much as Aloe hated to agree with Mint's actions that could land them in far more trouble than the knowledge would be worth... The thirst to know more about practically anything did spur them onwards. "Fine," they gave in, standing up the rest of the way from their seat and following the other. They returned to their standard demeanor, though there was just the smallest tinge of worried irritation within them. "However, if something were to happen to either of us... The blame falls upon you."

"Yes, I understand that... Now come on, before the thing gets too far away for us to catch...!"

Thus, the two followed, trying to seem as casual as possible despite how hurried the violinist was. Aloe couldn't help but sigh to themself while the shorter of the two opened the door, hoping that they wouldn't be tried for any criminal charges like trespassing. They didn't know any legal jargon, which would only make things worse if they happened to- "OH MY TREE-" Mint exclaimed in horror, quickly covering his mouth to prevent his already startled voice from letting out any other sounds. The researcher squinted, following the musician in to find... Uh... Something that would certainly mark this as more gruesome than the mansion's kitchen.

This room, this butcher's shop of a room, left nothing to the imagination. The walls were lined with splatters of red, most of which was dried and darkened. Though the floors were... Not as lucky. Portions of the floor were soaked and coated in the dim crimson, some of which even brought to more of a blackened area where the tiled floor let the fluid seep into the crevices. The worst offender was beneath one of the tables set between boxes upon boxes of labeled body parts... Which beheld a seemingly fresh carcass upon it. Torn open, coated in that terrible red, organs exposed and draped out as if simply moved out of the way... "I-I... I think I'm g-going to be..." Mint easily lost his balance, though was kept standing by Aloe holding him in one arm as a support. The maze of gore that his mind couldn't process just... Churned his stomach into irritated mush. It took all of the will he had to not lose his lack of lunch. How the pungent scent in the air didn't get to him like the rest of this place was a mystery to him, but it... It was a sight Mint couldn't keep his eyes open much longer to see. His hand shifted from his mouth to his eyes, body trembling.

"It seems that this place is... Meant to be where the more gruesome food is prepped..." Aloe wasn't nearly as perturbed, though their stomach disliked this for... A different reason. It was a reminder to their body that they needed to eat. As painstaking as it was to ignore it with the surroundings, at least there was solace in the fact that... Oh, there's the doll. "There you are, miscreant," they snipped, "you have caused us enough trouble." They took a moment to nab up the doll, not caring all too much for how they held Spinny, and caring far more for holding Mint up. It was a slightly awkward process since they had to release the queasy musician for a moment and catch him before he fell, but leave it to Aloe to have surprising dexterity when it counts.

Giving the room another once-over, the researcher scanned the gore-stuffed boxes that lined the floor. "Hearts, intestines, bones, arm meats, leg meats..." Though they weren't the most specifically categorized, it was enough to show that there certainly was some experience in harvesting bodies for their parts. "Please-" A shy voice begged, which caught Aloe's attention. Mint was... Shaking. Worse than usual. "Stop- Stop reading them off... I can't-..." Ah, right, there were those more sensitive than the present. It was unusual, but the multi-eyed intellectual found their chest just a bit tight hearing the other barely holding themself together. "I... My apologies, let us get out of here before-"

"-Before what? You become the next delicious meal?"

The squeal that Mint gave with an already weakened heart was something that could pierce ears if it weren't for the fact that it was now Aloe covering his mouth. "That- That is highly not suggested." Aloe retorted, though their usual composure was slacked just a smidge by the surprise. There stood the sandwich maker, a wide grin on her face as she held the sandwiches- stacked by plate, sandwich, plate, sandwich- in one hand. The other rested on her hip, as if this was nothing more than a minor nuisance. "Really, huh? You waltz in and see what only I should see, and expect to just come out fine and dandy? Well, I guess you would be fine... Fine and delicious!" The twisted giggles of a madwoman rang in the two's ears, which only caused Aloe to flinch as Sandwich gave a quick little spin to snatch Spinny from the tallest's hand. "And don'tcha even think about running! This sweet little smile can make it look like you two were the crazy ones!"

"Please, if you would just listen-" Aloe tried to reason, though was caught off-guard by the sound of a butcher's knife being brought before them. Aimed towards their head. The only other attention they had was to the trembling form they still held close. "Wanna keep that mouth shut before I turn it into garnish?" Spoken with an everlasting grin, Sandwich clearly wasn't one to listen to easily. "No, I will not! Do you wish to become ill from cursed flesh?!" With a step back, Aloe let themself shift the musician behind their back. They even took off their cloak, draping it over Mint as they listened in on the laughter from the sandwich slicer. "Oh come on, you think I'm going to believe you? 'Cursed flesh'? What are you, some kinda researcher against the bloodsuckers? It's not like it's cure... a... ble?"

The buzzing of wings brought the somewhat pompous speech to a halt. Accompanied by a pained hiss from the one who spread their wings, Sandwich slowly came to realize what she was faced with. "Woah... So you weren't kidding?" The surprise soon turned to excitement as she processed the fact that this customer of her's had the insectoid wings that she was always glad to see, as if Sandwich's moods weren't already changing on a dime. "Oh! This is great! I can't believe you two are actually like me!! No wonder Spinny seemed so nervous, hehe!" With the confusing observation of the taller and worried staring from the shorter, the bread slicer paid no mind to either of their reactions as they set both the sandwich plates and the hulking knife down. She gave a bow to the two, grinning from ear to ear while the doll she'd nabbed up had somehow got itself upon and stuck to the redhead's shoulder. "Sorry about that! I just get super antsy when someone tries to find me out! Now, ah! I should probably make you two different sandwiches, huh?"

Though it was jarring, Aloe shook off what was the utter ridiculousness and sudden change in atmosphere. "Uh... I suppose? There is no need to do so, in all honesty. The most we'd like is to leave here and get back to normality since Mr. Choco here isn't very fond of-"

"Nonsense! Here, there's a door just to your right! It's all clean and spiffy for people like you two!" Sammy motioned in the specified direction, and if it was as she described, the other side would be quite jarring... "And don't worry about the costs, it's on the house! Just head on through, and we can talk later!"

"If you are sure of such..."

"Triple sure! Now go, go, go! I have fresh sandwiches to slice and dice up!"

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