The sound crescendos as its source grows nearer.
Within moments, men in jumpsuits walk single file out of the maintenance shafts. They are workers on the Alpha Station. Some carry heavy tools, but most are unarmed.
They thump their boots against the floor or their hands and tools against the wall in rhythm, causing the Tap. Tap. Tap. to fill the room.
Their expressions are blank, their eyes rolled back into their heads, their jaws slack.
"What have you done to them?" Kay asks incredulously.
"They've joined with me," the Puppet Master says, folding his arms across his chest. "I give you the opportunity to do so willingly..."