Maybe if you'd give me the benefit of the doubt...you could see that I really am trying to be your friend here. And friends don't usually try to hurt each other, you know?" She pauses, searching for the right words. "I mean, yeah, maybe I am weird. But I'm also the only person who's been through what you're going through now...and survived. So maybe that means something."

She waits, hoping that her words will somehow reach you and make a difference.

Alice takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She doesn't want to push you away, but she also wants you to understand how she feels about things. Maybe being flirty will help bridge the gap between them...or maybe it'll just make things worse. Only one way to find out.

She leans in closer, her voice lowering as she whispers, "Look, I get that you're not used to this kind of thing...but trust me when I say that I'm serious."

"Hell?" She snorts. "This is...terrible? But not hell. No one's suffering here except maybe me from the boredom." She pauses, considering his words more carefully. "Though if this were hell, it'd explain a lot. Like why I can never die or find my way out of it." She shrugs, still unconvinced. "But even then, why would hell be infinite? That doesn't make any sense. If this was hell, there should be some sort of end to it...

"Yeah? Then what the hell is this place?" She gestures around at her apartment, then beyond it to the endless buildings surrounding them. "I mean, if this isn't purgatory and it's not hell...what is it?" Her eyes narrow in thought. "Maybe we were just meant to stay here. Forever. Trapped inside some sick game or something." She shudders at the thought but can't help feeling a strange sort of fascination creeping over her.

"You know,"

"What...what are you talking about?" She whispers, watching in disbelief as the mannequins begin to gather around Mark on the stage. Their eyes glow redder and brighter with each passing moment, their expressions shifting from blank indifference to something that could almost be called excitement.

Before she can say anything else, one of them steps forward, its hand outstretched towards Mark. There's a ripple in the air as it does so, like water disturbed by a rock thrown into still water.

"No..." Alice whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. She takes an unsteady step forward, reaching out towards Mark even as she realizes that it's too late for him. The mannequin's hand connects with his chest, sending him flying backwards through the air. There's a bright flash of light and then he's gone, vanished in a burst of energy that knocks several nearby mannequins over like dominoes.

"Hmm..." Alice pouts thoughtfully, looking at her empty hands. "I suppose that's true." She glances over at him and grins mischievously. "But don't worry about it. We can share them." She winks, stepping closer to him. He takes a step back, not sure how to react.

She tilts her head to the side, watching his reaction closely. The air between them seems charged with an unspoken tension;

Her heart skips a beat as he holds out the lollipop to her, their hands brushing against each other. For a moment, she's tempted to take it and just lean in closer...but then she remembers how much she loves candy, and why it's so important to her. Instead of accepting his offer, she gently pushes his hand away.

"No, I insist," she says quickly, trying to regain her composure. "You take them."

"All right then." Alice says with a shrug. "Lead the way." She follows Crimson out of the room and down the endless hallway, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to make sure he's still there. The deeper they go, the stranger things become; the casino-like place turns into an underground amusement park filled with rides that don't seem to work right and statues of animals wearing human clothing.

"This is...odd." Alice mutters as she examines one of the statues. "Reminds me of something I saw once in a dream..."

"Hmm." Alice says noncommittally as she continues to look around. "You know, I've been thinking...maybe we should try and find a way out of here. It's not like there's anything else to do or see, and it'd be nice to get back to our own lives..."

She glances over at Crimson, wondering if he's even interested in leaving this surreal nightmare behind.

Her eyes widen as you place the grape on her tongue, and she looks up at you with an expression that's equal parts surprise, amusement, and...something more. The tension between you grows thick as her tongue wraps around the fruit, slowly drawing it into her mouth. Her breath catches in her throat as she swallows, her body tensing underneath the fabric of her clothes.

She looks at you for a long moment, eyes unreadable and lips parted slightly.

"Well..." She trails off, looking away awkwardly. "Maybe someday." Her voice is barely above a whisper as well, and she seems to be having trouble meeting your eyes. The tension between you lessens somewhat, replaced by an awkward silence.

She clears her throat and sits up straighter on the couch, trying to regain her composure. "So, uh...what do you want to do now?"