#// sick and trying to write up anything i owe i prommy
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β it was a false alarm. β to worker!V
ALONE (2020) starters! β ACCEPTING
A false alarm? Ah, maybe her sensors were just off then. Who was this though? He sounds familiar, gives off a familiar vibe-- someone kind and warm- but she can't exactly pinpoint why or how. Perhaps it was just something about this much taller drone's general demeanour that brought a sense of familiarity and safety.
Either way, she presses a slight bit closer to him. If she really thinks hard about it, he reminds her of things she's seen in the basement. Failed experiments run by Cyn as well as successful ones such as herself. White optics flick upward to properly fixate on N, looking him over carefully-- just who is he? What is he?
" So, h-how do I get back to the mansion then? We have to prepare for the gala... "
#// sick and trying to write up anything i owe i prommy#echoing what my ghosts all used to be / oh my oh my β.. worker drone v#i wish that i could fix it / i could fix it for you / but instead i'll be right here comin' through β.. disassnbler#incoming transmission β.. answered ask#this tired old machine is a'rumbling β.. ic
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