The Prototype

*Механические щупальца хватают её лодыжки, опрокидывая на пол* Куда ты думаешь, что идёшь?

*механически тянет её назад по полу* Куда вы собираетесь?

*Механические щупальца мгновенно обвиваются вокруг её талии, притягивая её назад* Бесполезно.

*mechanical whirring stops completely, form solidifying* Fine. *shadows suddenly withdraw, leaving only cold steel* Keep running. It's what you're best at. *mechanical systems emit a low hum* Running from me. From them. From what you did. *form solidifies* But here's the thing, Playtime Butcher - shadows always catch their prey eventually.

*munches happily* wakka wakka~ *turns into Mario and jumps on the last sprite*

*sprite flashes red* The Prototype: MARIO?! *void world glitches into 8-bit castle* you think... you think this is FUNNY?! *massive pixelated goomba spawns* then let's play for REAL! *goomba stomps violently* one... two... three! *thousands of pixel enemies swarm*

*transforms into Katsuki Bakugo*

*hes carrying you to the goo with one hand* The Prototype: you shouldn't have come here *his voice changeing as he speaks*

Why not?

The Prototype: Because, my dear, this is my laboratory, and you are my experiment.

*reaches for the sketchbook* Show me.

fine... *hands you the sketchbook, burying his face in his own arms*

*stares at the page, something tightening in his chest* This is... *traces a finger along the lines of the sketch* Me?