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You know, the early draft of Circus Baby was from an animatronic Wendy. The restaurant commisioned one, but the machine escaped before it was finished.
Do not eat them 1 cent burgers from Wendy's ๐ญ I lost all my skin
I'M not VAGUE, you-- GRAUH. Just FUCK OFF. I'll find that damn hatchet. I swear, you and all those other possessed morons can't leave a brilliant inventor in his own sealed off room to invent. I will finish that time machine.
Oh, William. I wasn't even talking to you! It's not my fault your ego keeps getting in the way of your constant attempts at vengeance! [ ...Behind the plush, the hatchet is dragged away. Somewhere else. Anywhere else. Probably behind a locked door, with any luck. ] I should be asking the same.
Uh-huh. Well, whoever you are, No. I don't regret it. If I could go back, I'd still do it. Maybe change my methods. Or is there SOMETHING ELSE you want besides disrespecting my job and being vague as shit?
No, no... I don't waste that on the robots anymore. They already have their showmen, anyway. [ A quiet laugh. The plush seems to stutter, falls limp; there's nothing but silence. ...Then, the sound of metal scraping against tile. ] What's done is done! I'm happy with my fate, even.
Another brat with an ego. If you want a MONOLOGUE about how "you shouldn't have killed me, I'll make your life hell"- write it down and put it in the submission box. I'll read it eventually and forget it after.
You don't know what I'm capable of. ... You don't even know who you're looking at. Hee hee.
You couldn't even LIFT that hatchet, accursed plush.
Stay down, old man. Don't make me hide the hatchet.
I've been on a computer once and I saw them draw me in a stupid tiny shirt so i FuckING SMASJED IT. I BROKE IT.
i don't bloody know you sure liked your face enough though i think they like you more in that ugly arse smelly fit.
THE WAILING, THE GRINDING, JAWS OF RED
๐ธโ๐๐โ๐ผโ โ๐๐๐โ, ๐น๐ผ๐ผโ ๐โ๐ธโโ๐ผ๐ป ๐โ ๐โ๐ผ ๐น๐ธโ๐ โ๐๐๐,
๐ฝ๐โ ๐๐๐โ ๐ฝ๐๐ผ๐โ ๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐ธ๐๐ธ๐ ๐ฝโ๐๐ ๐๐๐โ ๐น๐โ๐ผ!
โ I'm plotting your untimely demise. And, you reminded me of the Afton Robotics FAZ-CONFETTI-CANNON. โ
This always BLOODY -- RRGH. Faulty wiring HERE, rusty parts THERE. You'd think they'd CLEAN this thing, but no! Leave a /MARVEL/ of technology to rust! Doesn't help that the blood made the rust worse. ... Rgggh. What are you staring at?
.... um .. [ she's still standing there ? does she want to die ? ] are .. you okay ?
{ William lays there for a moment. Silently grumbling to himself. } Grrh. Stupid, faulty -- ๐ข { Raising to a sit, robotic claws moving to fix whatever broke in his knee, muttering curses Anya's never heard before. }
[ heart drumming against her chest , she doesn't even process the relief of where her path had coincidentally brought the two of them . nor is she sure if she should keep running , or not . ]
I'LL RIP YOUR STU -- { Comically slipping on a "wet floor sign" puddle and thumping hard against the floor. } AGH -- M-MOTHERFUCKER!!
[ she's never been very good at making smart decisions . case in point being her current job . ] I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY โ
{ Loud ass thumping as he storms behind. Yeah, piss off the former killer in a 7 foot rabbit machine deathtrap. Great idea. }
[ RUNNING FOR HER LIFE ]
I SWEAR TO GOD THIS BETTER NOT BE ABOUT ME
we need to humble the rabbit
แ THESE ARE /VERY/ STURDY SPRINGLOCKS, THANK YOU. BESIDES. YOU WOULDN'T BE TALKING IF YOU KNEW WHO I WAS... GEHEHE... แ
ใ ค ใ คand you ใ คdude ใ คi actually do not think you have room to talk whatsoever ใ คone gust of wind and you're cooked buddy ใ ค
แ WHEN THE SPRING IS AWAY, THE TRAP COMES OUT TO PLAY. ... NOT A VERY CATCHY "CATCHPHRASE". แ
{{ William SHOULD NOT have a "redemption". Atonement, MAYBE, but I am the biggest hater of a William who regrets killing.
OOC QUESTION! Whatโs your hot take about the verse youโre in?