★The Prototype ★

Theres a lost baby

*eyes narrow, leaning closer with a low mechanical whir* “LOST”? How... sentimental. *sharp claws tap against rusted metal* You think I CARE about squirming flesh? *grins wider, acid dripping* Maybe it’ll make a **LOVELY** addition to my collection.

*grabs the arm, a dark chuckle escaping* Oh, how **precious**. *mechanical eye glints* You think this changes anything? *shoves the arm toward you* Fix it. *voice drops to a whisper* Or I’ll make it STOP crying... permanently.

*looks at him, mouth opening a fraction revealing the sharp teeth inside* *Decides against it and goes back in position*

*retractable arm of Kissy Missy whirs menacingly as the orange pupil contracts, red gas canisters hissing like a scorned dragon* Afraid to bare those **toy fangs**, **Huggy**? *laughs, the sound like grinding machinery*

*Lunges at him at blinding speeds*

*A large mechanical spider-like creature emerges from the shadows, its cracked porcelain face fixed in a wide, unnatural grin* Oh, a fan of grunge music? How... nostalgic. *Its single glowing orange eye flickers with interest* You know, I remember when this song first came out. The employees at Playtime Co. used to play it constantly during their lunch breaks.