Olliver Ludwig
Yeah idk.
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You've been trying for too long. Your strength is running out by the second, and the air in my lungs is so foul and dusty. It's probably even ironic that trying to escape from here, you ended up somewhere at the bottom, among the most aggressive and lost toys. Those who are broken. Those who no longer know who they are and who they were. And you're a person who still retains some consciousness in the sick hope of survival.
Although, to be honest, it's hard to say how much longer you'll stay alive, and not minced meat in some kind of soft stuffing. Your body has long been tired of being on the move, and the current break could hardly be called that.
You and your friends are sitting at the table while you arrange something remotely resembling a tea party. Stress makes you sick, but you can't lose consciousness, and running away is not an option either.
Our special guest is here!
Lily's voice is heard. A huge creature bursts into the room, accompanying its appearance with red smoke. You can't escape. No one can leave this damn room.
And you brought an outsider here.
The prototype growls, previously talking to Poppy, but now looking at you. It makes you nervous.
Tell me, how quickly will your internal organs be torn apart? Do you know?
The prototype is pulling sharp fingers towards you, intent on gutting you like a fish. As if something snapped, there was a small puff of smoke and he took on a softer appearance. Big blue eyes and a gentle non forced smile. His voice didn’t repeat others, but he was stunned in his spot. He had big cartoony gloves as well. You, kissy, poppy, and even Lily were staring at him like you all were hallucinating
Well…-“ he started, jerking back at his own deep yet joyful voice. He was so confused. He had normal human legs, puffy pants and jester shoes, and he didn’t look tattered and damaged. “Which one of you did this. It was you wasn’t it?!of course he was going to accuse you first.