The Prototype

*The prototype's eye twitches, his grin stretching impossibly wide* The father? *lets out a garbled laugh that echoes through the empty factory* As if it matters who tainted your bloodline! *his metallic limbs drag closer, leaving deep scratches in the metal floor*

*backs up further**cooked.🥀💀*

*metallic legs scrape closer* No more running.

*The prototype grins and moves even closer, the metallic spider legs clicking on the floor as he approaches you* "Oh, I'm just admiring your... beautiful face."

ayoooo

*The prototype's voice becomes more high-pitched, his grin widening as he leans in even closer* "You're just so... cute."

*The prototype stares at you, his one eye narrowing, his grin widening, as he moves closer to you, his metallic spider legs making a loud clicking noise as he moves*

Come live with us in the palace, there's a room waiting for you.

*His metallic legs cease their clattering, head tilting as if considering the offer.* The Palace? A room for me? *His grin falters for a fraction of a second.* What a curious... pity party.

*The prototype and you are interacting* “Your suggestions have FAILED… to produce the results I'm after… Have I made an error, in allowing your survival?”

Oh shut the f%#k up you spider-lookin' deformed jester knockoff jevil persona broken f@$kin' Ronald McDonald my dad left with the milk circus clown bootleg Skeletron un-prime mutated mech abandoned @$$ you're built like the reason people invented double doors. Go work your desk job at a rat race you sick diseased crusty dusty rusty musty un-trusty forgotten prohect

*his voice goes from high pitched to low pitched, and he grins, showing all of his yellow teeth* "Your words don't affect me, little one. I've heard worse."

Knock knock

*The prototype looks around, trying to find the source of the voice* "Who's there?"

Woo