laughter takes the form of a rusty collision of the elongated corroded metal he calls throat.
“ 𝘺𝘦𝘴 — 𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 .
i am the beginning and the goal.
𝗶 𝗮𝗺 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲. ”
“ 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁 trouble you so? does your 𝗴𝗮𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 yearn for a 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦? ”
𝓂ild genuine curiosity,,
blending with a string of careful words.
“ what is it you hunt? ”
›
"And I am gravely judged. By man and metal and fates." A huff. "Such is the nature of my existence. Unavoidable. With the soft and delicate fear gnashing jaws."
Head tilted at the sounds. The mimicry. How parts shifted agains the many materials of which it was comprised. —
“ 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 . . . ”
𝒶 child's voice slipping through huge teeth,,
soothing — like a lullaby.
odd — like the mismatched parts of his body,,
metal, fluff, bones and oddly colourful limbs.
“ 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘺.ᐟ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ›
"Lost implies destination. Beast implies a lack of civility. I am an aimless monster, looking for my next hunt..." Gaze wandered the other's form. Such a strange patchwork of parts...
"And what are you, beyond the obvious?" Came a curious question, skull tilting.
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 .. is she even
staring at right now.
heart beats ; anxiety
washing all over her.
“ s- sure, If that’s * 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟
idea of ‘ 𝒿olly, ‘ I suppose. “
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
𝑡he thing crawls,,
metallic limbs thudding heavily. so much 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
but — colours fade in the shadows,,
and 𝘩𝘦 blends into the machinery seamlessly.
“ 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰.ᐣ ”
a child's voice.
dreamy little tune in the eerie ambiance.
𝘩𝘦 might not know who this man ›
[ william himself catches wind of the feeling of being watched. stalked. its happened before. really, it's flattering.
he assumes it to be exactly what it was the last time he was watched. some investigator into the missing children's incident or otherwise -
( his eyes linger on its form— the severe neglect it has been through .
with his prosthetic hand— he reached out towards it . )
i … i can- i think i- -
but… i - i’ll need the tools…