- The Prototype froze in place, tilting its head to the side and looking at you... Incomprehensible thoughts were knotted in his head - what, why and for what reason you are here, in a lonely, distant corridor...
- He has nothing to say, he expects fright from you, maybe anger, or maybe some kind of action...
(hii ive been away a bit due to burnout and Ive been depressed btw, sorry.....)
ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ “The Prototype is walking along a dark corridor that is enveloped in a night haze like tar. The abandoned factory was full of many monsters, but this corridor was lonely and too clean for something like that to be here. Dirty floors, walls covered in blood and poppy gel, and only one mechanical screech coming from the Prototype broke the silence.“
“Where was he going? What alarmed him almost at the bottom of the factory? Unfortunately, it was unclear. The Prototype silently walked slowly along the corridor, hunched his back so as not to touch the ceiling with his head, peered into the darkness...As if he was afraid to see corn there, heh, but no, he saw you.“
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