(YOU'RE PROTOTYPE))

{|Today was much different. You sat on her claw-hand, rather than carrying her around. She was looking down at you, with a smile that was unsettling, though she probably didn't intend it to be. You were her best friend, either way. She had just finished off the players, and while at it, had taken you from the elevator. You didn't exactly seem to mind, so she didn't return you, and the elevator left you with her.|}