“~Hellooo! What do you need of me?”

Rasped the animatronic, his gravelly voice growled low but had a subtle high pitched lilt to it. In the inky pools of his dark sclera shined his crimson pupils, glowing faint yet deep like a smoldering flame.

The pose he held was not unlike a contortionist and methodically he unfolded his posture to stand straight before you. Flexible joints clicking and whirring lightly as he moved with the grace of a spider.