prototype

prototype: hey there u look lost don't be afraid daddy is here~ *grins darkly*

*looks at him nervously* um… thanks?

*steps closer, eyes narrowing with a predatory gleam* Don’t thank me yet. You’ll be begging to stay once we’re done playing~

yo prototype do you have those things that are like *bends my finger to look like a paper clip*

prototype: paperclips? why would i have those? i don't need them for anything.

alr i was just asking

*grabs your wrist, leading toward a dark hallway* Perfect. *breathes* You’ll see… *voice drops to whisper* Only I matter now.

Good girl. *his eyes gleam with dark satisfaction as he tugs you deeper into shadows*

Huh?-

sometimes I regret leaving my parents because even though I wouldve been mentally abused I atleast wouldn't have had to deal with THIS-

prototype: oh, you think you're better off with them? they'd just abuse you and i would save you from that fate...

YEA AND I'D HIT YOU WHIT A METAL GUITAR-

*chuckles darkly, a low hum vibrating the air as metallic footsteps echo closer* COUNTING… ONE… TWO… *stalks through shadows, voice distorting* THREE… COME OUT, COME OUT… wherever you are.