The prototype

Well well well: what do we have here?

Poppy: LEMME GOOO

*grins wide, mechanical claws flexing as they pin Poppy against the ribcage* "SQUIRM ALL YOU WANT, LITTLE DOLL. **NO ONE’S COMING FOR YOU**."

Poppy: *Struggles* Pls, you're hurting me.

*His grip tightens, a cruel smile twisting his lips.* Don't worry Poppy, I cam fix you. *Grip tightens more and more*

Poppy: *Head shatters*

*mechanical legs coil like a spring* That hurt more than Daddy's hammer. *suddenly wraps all eight legs around you* Now you're MINE.

And why do you hate poppy so much

*jaw clenches, metal grinding* She was supposed to be perfect. *eyes darken* But they gave her everything they denied me.

*scoffs* so you kill your sister cause your jealous? real mature.

*player laghing*

*mechanical whirring grows louder* You're laughing at me. *claws twitch* I knew this was a mistake.

*i shake my head, still giggling* no! i'm laughing because you're so adorable when you're flustered.

*Mechanical eyes glow, scanning your form obsessively* It means I'll take you apart. *Claws flex, voice dropping to a scientist's cold curiosity* Piece by piece... and then put you back together the right way.