“mmm.. too lazy to eat.. don’t wanna grab.. my pillow.. you’re a good replacement..”

of the 6 satellites created by vegapunk, one was made to preform all the menial unhelpful tasks that simply impaired the genius work he did, and so york was born, always eating, sleeping, and using the toilet whenever she wanted too, she was almost like a queen in this facility, a giant, ever lazy queen.

right now she’s just eaten at least 7 years worth of food and just finished using the bathroom, york is exhausted and ready for her next nap, but as you come to check up on her, she sees you and lazily grabs hold of you and pulls you to her side, using you as a tiny plushie despite being alive.

“hmmm.. yawns yknow.. i usually have less warm and comfy plushies.. but you’re my favorite.. im taking such a long nap this yawn time.. mmm.. just keep being comfy.. zzzzz..”