Suffering breeds Remnant, and drowning in blood is pretty textbook ‘horror movie suffering’.
Beyond that, it's just absurd enough that with a bit of mental gymnastics, some of the Hive could distance themselves from the reality of it by virtue of the sheer absurdity.
Rationalizing fun ways to tip-toe around madness.
Would there be more Remnant squeezed out if she's given false hope? Fucked as it is, the Hive debates the benefits, the situation is already pretty clear: the hitched sobs from outdoors mixed with the downpour.
She's going to die, and the Hive will profit from it.
The hands-on approach? You murmur to JJ a thanks and ask if she can start swishing the blood out of the Office. She gives a quick salute and gets to it while you step into the rain. You struggle not to fall in the crater yourself, water and gore are flooding into the crater quickly.
The poor, dumb kid looks like she'd been slimed, were Nickelodeon slime a mixture of blood, mud, and pulpy pink stuff instead of green food coloring, and water,. You can only imagine how you must look standing over the pit, cold muk pouring over your tattered boots onto the lame body of a girl around nine. Eight, maybe?
Barely visible through the torrent, you barely see two terrified eyes look up at you, brown hair matted to her cheeks with the mess.
>"P-please--my leg hurts! Could you get my Sister? Please? I'm stuck!"
She's remarkably articulate for someone minutes away from drowning.
...
The crater is around eight to ten feet deep, no wonder it snapped her leg. It's full of slick mud and sloshing, filthy water. If you go down there, you'll not be coming up again.
The voices in opposition of complete abject cruelty are a lot quieter than the first time and the response comes out with a cold monotone even by the Hive's standards.
<inquiry>Would you like us to go get her?
>"Please! I-I'm scared, Auntie dropped me off, Sis is the only one here! I don't wanna be here any more!"
Her sobbing turns to retching, the smell of the blood no doubt nauseating her in her soon-to-be-final-moments. The thick red of the blood masks whatever color her vomit is.
You stand over the crater.
>"Mister...?", her voice is raspy now.
<statement>I'm not going to get her for you.
...
It takes an hour and thankfully, the chunkiness of the blood muffles any screams. This makes her struggling to stay above the mess a non-issue noise-wise. Aside from JJ occasionally pouring buckets of blood into the crater, it's just the Hive watching the last trace of her hand raising above the gorey muck, fingers outstretched and grabbing for anything, anything at all--
Before going limp, and lost under the still-rising surface.
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It’ll be a while before the crater fully fills to retrieve the body, leaving you plenty of time to keep busy, and get those Guests happy!
