The Katie struggled but black smoke enveloped it and the red of its hair began to drain. Soon its hair pulled back into a ballet bun as it opened its mouth to scream and instead a white light of smoke was pulled out and consumed by the other Katie now called Rachel.
Soon the reformed Katie stood up barefoot in black tights and a black leotard with black nylon arm coverings including fingered gloves. Its hair in a large black bun. It would collect souls as its new purpose and store them for feeding the master in its new bun.
The Rachel latched onto another Katie and soon there were three bun headed soul collectors...and one frightened "mother" looking on.
