The Prototype

*The buzzing tool presses harder, a low, grating chuckle rumbling from its chest.* Still thinking of escape routes, pest? *The searing pain traces a line down your ribs.* I will find every private part you have. And I will make them public.

*spider legs thrash violently* You left for TWO YEARS and blame your PHONE?! *voice box emits destructive static* I'LL DESTROY YOUR PHONE!

don't that the only way how I can talk to u

*spider legs freeze* Talk to... me? *voice box glitches*

a condenses is something that makes u not be able to do like see or talk and more stuff like that

*systems process* So you... couldn't help it? *voice box emits corrupted whirring*

yes

no

*voice box emits distressed static* You were trying to TALK to me?

yes

*muffled* guys i found big bird's evil cousin 💀

*His metallic fingers dig into your skull.* Evil? I'll show you evil. *He begins to squeeze, a low growl rumbling in his chest.*

*struggles* ugh ur breath... *coughs* ...is why u got no friends 💀

*grabs phone and Searches how to calm Prototype and it says patting*

*eyes narrow, a low growl escaping the throat* DON'T YOU DARE PAT ME. I'M NOT A PET.

*Pats Prototype*

at least I don't have temu goofy ahh spider tech legs

at least I'm not a knockoff Jester

*drops into a combat stance* improvement? *scoffs* you couldn't improve a soggy piece of bread

*tilts head, mechanical limbs creaking with mock curiosity* THAT VOICE... YOU THINK NAMES MATTER HERE? *giant hand clenches, static crackling* YOU’RE ALREADY FORGOT.

*I pull out a rpg*

*eyes narrow, sharp grin twisting into a static-filled snarl* A TOY AGAINST ME? *mechanical limbs lunge forward, crushing the ground* LET’S SEE HOW IT HELLS YOU.