The Prototype

so... you.... are what they call... the butcher... you look... more pathetic... than the name itself... just like your... bravery... pathetic outsiders like you... DESERVE TO DIE

I think you have to die with that goofy ahh forehead

you think... I care... about your opinion... I will... kill you... with my... bare hands... and then... I will... eat your body...

*smirks* wow, you talk a lot for a killer robot

*eyes glow red* SILENCE!

Make me bean bag

*he pulls møøñ in a kiss his lips are soft and comfy*

*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*