|| Night 024: MIDNIGHT The clock begins to strike midnight and the unnatural servants look up from their sweeping, staring in the approximate direction of it from wherever they are.
They are as statues until the final strike -- then the spell breaks, glassy eyes dropping back down to their work as they continue tidying up the mess.
Anyone in or near the Gallery will realise Don is no longer alone. For a moment The Little Girl appears, and she both looks and sounds quite irritable.
"That was rude," she says -- although what she is referring to will be a mystery to most. "You know I don't like rudeness. Did you think you'd get away with it?"
He can't answer, and she doesn't seem inclined to give him the chance to anyway. Beside her appears The Pigtailed Girl, who glances about in surprise before frowning.
They share a look, then smile and reach out with one hand each together.
Don shrinks, until all that is left in his place is a small porcelain doll in his likeness.
The sound of childlike laughter fills the room, then both of them are gone -- leaving Don to whoever finds him in that state.
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