#me when i ooc dont know if c.ontrary is referring to the kid inside of b.onnie: h /lh lh

[mute-call]

"...yeah." Steven pauses his slow, steady escape to spare a regretful look towards the old models. He's fond of them, even though he's endlessly relieved that the company decided to go with the new Toy line. (These 'bots really are awfully gross.)

"Deserved it?" he parrots, a sense of foreboding overtaking him. He does not like the way she's looking at him.

"Um... no...? I mean, what? It wasn't a punishment, we just needed the faceplate to help out the new Bonnie."

Bell's nearer to the exit, but now she's looking at him again. Should he risk making a run for it regardless? Maybe-- for some reason, he gets the sense that she wouldn't mind seeing him in a similar state as the withereds.

He takes another step away, then another, then freezes, unable to commit to his mad dash for his car. He doesn't think he'll succeed, and besides, if the stranger doesn't kill him as he tries to escape, corporate will. It's against the rules to leave non-employees alone with proprietary Faz. Ent. technology.

It’s quiet enough in the room that Contrary can hear the shuffling of her victim’s feet behind her. She knows what he’s thinking and that he obviously wants to escape, but she isn’t going to take any maneuvers to counteract him. Not yet.

“Just curious. They caught my attention. Pretty battered-lookin’ things.”

She walks further away from him to inspect the slumped-over body of a mechanical rabbit. Its face is missing, and it looks quite similar to a corpse.

“You think this one deserved it?” she asks, looking back at him with a sinister smile.