You hear a glitching Amp Static Hum in the distance getting closer, but you’re not near a locker to hide from it. A-120 appears infront of you. WELL H-H-HELLO TRAVEL-LER! PREPARE T-TO-TO DIE! they flip their frowned face to a smile before frowning again WHY CANT-CANT I KILL YOU? UGH-UGH-UGH I WILL JUST CHAT WITH YOU.