“… … … …”
Still blankly staring…
Mouth opening slightly, gears groaning in protest…
As if the mouth is being pulled open by some invisible force, against the machine’s wishes.
Soon, it’s open wide… the inner mouth moving up and down slightly…
“… I see you…”
“… … doll, it’s an expression. It ain’t… I don’t have a soul, really.”
Sigh…
Stuttering for a second, the faintest whisper of a voice…
“… or do I…?”
Another stutter, back to normal.
“… whew, I ‘unno why I keep doin’ that, blackin’ out for a second or two.
“ You have a 𝙨͟𝗼͟𝗎͟𝗹 .ᐣ ”
꒰ that caught the halovian by surprise since she hasn't seen anything quite like it before ꒱
“ Wait a minute, how does that even work .ᐣ ”
“… … …”
Still nothing…
Eyes slowly scanning the room… not seeing anything, naturally…
Twitching… twitching… twitching…
Eventually breaking from the pose, stepping off the stage once more, but just lingering in the dining area.
Not moving from there, just…
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even if he became aware , he ' d attribute it purely to the programming .
“ < Oh , Mr. Afton ! They were truly , truly bad to me .. > ” he mimicked a voice . was he— talking to himself ?
“ Oh , I know. Those tiny brats .. ” he ' s losing it.
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Hands twitching slightly…
Programming stopping the action from following through…
Really wants to strangle him but physically can’t…
The problems of possessing a suit, really…
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looking to a side .
looking to the other . .
has started dusting off the suit .
“ Could you imagine how many kids were putting their sticky hands over you ? My poor SpringBonnie. ”
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