As the elevator door opened upon reaching the first floor, the pair stepped out. As they stepped out, they noticed their boss staring inside an opened package.
"Yo, you good?" Ema called out.
"G-guys..." Chris turned to face them, his eyes filled with terror.
"There's a decapitated head in here..." He squeaked.
Ema and Hobbes' eyes widened.
"There's no way, quit jokin'..." Ema chuckled nervously.
"You don't think..." Hobbes began.
"Is that...her?" He questioned.
"Look, I like to think I have a pretty good sense of humor," Chris began.
"However!" He exclaimed.
"Somebody, especially my own father sending me a decapitated head is not necessarily something myself I would chuckle at!" He cried.
"Move," Ema began.
"Huh?" Chris looked up at her.
"I said move, curly!" Ema cried, shoving Chris aside.
"H-hey...!" Chris shrieked.
"Miss Ema what are you doing...?" Hobbes questioned.
Ema suddenly lifted the head out from the box.
"EMA?!" Chris cried in horror.
"Just as I thought..." Ema began.
"This isn't a decapitated head," she continued.
"Maybe if you weren't such a baby you'd realize upon touching her face she feels..." Ema paused.
"Like plastic...?" She mumbled.
"Oh, I'm so sorry that I didn't want to touch what I thought was a dead girl's head!" Chris huffed.
"Ah, wires!" Ema cried, pulling wires from the head's neck.
"Just a minute!" Chris shouted.
"Do you even know what you're doing?" He mumbled.
"Duh!" Ema huffed.
Hobbes knelt down next to them.
"There are more parts in here..." He whispered, pulling out an arm.
"Oh!" Ema cried, tossing the head at Chris.
"Oi!" Chris gasped, quickly catching the head.
"Great, here's her torso!" Ema exclaimed.
"Give me back the head," she said, turning to Chris.
"Wait hold on..." Chris whispered, busy studying the back of the neck.
"There's a switch here..." He said, pointing at a red flip switch.
"That's great, but it won't work unless we connect the wires." Ema huffed.
"Here," Chris grumbled, handing the head back to Ema.
"Just be careful..." He whispered.
Ema began to slowly connect the wires from the neck to the torso as Hobbes and Chris watched.
"And done!" Ema exclaimed.
"Now all we need to do is pop her limbs into place!" She beamed.
"Here pops, you take the left arm, I'll do the right." Ema began.
"Boss you can..." She pondered for a moment.
"Get me some lemonade!" She exclaimed.
"Like hell!" Chris cried.
"Amazing..." Hobbes whispered.
"Her arm just popped right into the socket..."
"Now that she's all assembled she's kind of cute!" Ema beamed.
"The last thing we need is to get her some clothing..." Ema said, biting her lip in thought.
"I'll go get something from my wardrobe for now." She said, standing up.
"Don't you dare turn her on without me or I'll kick your kneecaps!" She threatened, quickly turning away and skipping down the hallway.
"So scary..." Chris and Hobbes whispered in unison.
As Ema came back into the room, she threw a shirt at Chris' face.
"Here we go!" She giggled.
Chris proceeded to sit the freshly put together doll-like girl up, putting the shirt on her.
"Not bad!" Chris laughed.
"Now let's turn her on!" He exclaimed.
As he flipped the switch on the back of her neck, the front door suddenly slammed open.
"Found you..." An unfamiliar voice whispered.