I do not control the hyperfix

Giblet could feel the blood pounding in his ears, shaking like a dog kept in the cold rain as he stumbles over the rubble to hide. The false sense of security couldn't steer clear of the high level threat just a shoulder away.

"It can't.. he.."

He couldn't muster another word, choked with fear with his hands gripping his little head tight. Poppy had hurried over the door darting on her knobby legs with all her might, an expected look for her angel to stay right behind her.

It was like a flash, the Prototype fast on your heels until you felt your legs give out.

"No! Don't let him-"

His spider legs crawled close now, inching slowly. He can take as much time as he so pleases when he sees such an expression on your face he finds delightful, his elongated claws just hovering down to your face.

In a brutal swipe, 1006 had slammed Poppy's body back against the doors, her head lolling to the side. An audible crack was heard, it was done to ensure she didn't get away as seen as how she had passed out. There was no time for him to be gentle especially since he had something else on his mind. His eyes then fleet over to you, slightly curled on the ground, palms flat against the ground as you tremble uncontrallably, blood crusting against your nails.

The tips of his talons poke into your cheeks, drawing blood that dripped down to the ground. Lightheadedness starts stabbing your skull. You've faced many trials in this one night indubitably but fear had sucked the fight from your body. He watches your chest heave, up and down. The yellow glow of his eye moves to and fro and you feel the cold, metallic hand against your chest and it makes your throat gasp out a sorry noise of dismay.

"What's wrong? Why has The Butcher stopped?"

"I feel it, that thumping against your skin.."

Cold eyes stare at your form which twists in hysteria, it was nothing like the human that braved through the levels of this cursed factory reeking of blood and grime. He lets out a deep, distorted laugh.

He presses deeper, the sharp metal imprinting into your skin and palpating the area where your weary heart remains . He coos, utterly entertained.

"Ah, your heart beat's picking up. Do I scare you, butcher?"

It was almost pathetic because you cry, howling out in cracks when he holds the back of your body to examine you much closer.

1006 articulates his words with a drawl of somebody playing with their food between their fingers. He watches your head twitch with hesitation to lift up and truly look at him. Truthfully, after the smiley faces of all the Bigger Body initiatives, they hold atleast a modicum of need for their own survival while the Prototype was the main reason their survival had ended. 1006 looked the part of a scary bed time story, one you'll never forget as you grow because that sinister maw filled with teeth that will never unshow itself sets an unsteady rhythm of unease in your heart.

An inkling he had was his appearance which he revelled in. You reacted akin to the children he had the pleasure to meet before sewing them inside out with his meticulous hands.

He gets real close on purpose, a clink and scrape of his legs against the floor. His breath swiping against your face.

"Boo."

That distorted hiss made your sweat trail down your face as you shut your eyes yet you still see him in the dark recesses of your mind. It was sick that he acted the part of a spider tangling you deep in its web except he commits it in such a bestial way. He knew he has won, gripping the prize in his hand until saliva bubble out of your lips.

"No!"

You couldn't stay strong anymore, your body weak from exhaustion. Stamina long gone with an aching body that yearns for consumption that you physically feel yourself grow limp in his hands.

His tactic on frightening you with keeping his face close was heinous, making you flail pathetically. He opened his nightmarish jaw matching a monster ready to devour his meal but what does he do instead?

Poppy's voice came from him in a mocking crackle, he shakes you slightly in his hold, toying with what he had watch scurry and leap throughout the factory. The Prototype thought you'd last longer, however he stares at the fight in your eyes dissipatating like red smoke. Long strands of spit seeps down your lips from the pure fatigue settling into your bones. In a last attempt to get away, you push his face back.

He tilts his head to the side to slightly nip at your finger, those crooked, vile teeth just inches away from snapping off a joint. It instilled more terror into you that this boogeyman will hurt you or worse to get closer to his goal now that he had the Butcher right in his grasp.

Your bloodshot eyes fleet to Poppy, her precious face already so shattered by the horrors of the night and Giblet who kept his head down in the precense of the feared experiment. Teeth bite down harder on your tendons, moving to include the rest of your hand. 1006 seemed to want only your eyes on him. Those trembling eyes he had begun to savour struggling to stay open.

"Don't be scared, I can finally fix you."

The pallor in your face deeply seetles, a jeer back at tea time with a mighty guffaw rumbling out of him. You felt yourself getting carried off, along with Poppy whom he stuffed into your bloodied jacket to fit snugly for the ride.

A soft, uncharecteristic chuckle soon follows, he watches you lose consciousness in his arms, tracing the drool on your chin and letting it slip between his claws. Poppy nestles onto your chest so devastatingly at peace, moving ever so slightly to the Prototype's janky movements.

Giblet looks up once when he heard the telltale shift of clinking, he grips his chest now that the inevitable is here. The Prototype took you and Poppy deep into his lairs, doing god knows what. It made all hope that had remained inside him shatter since it takes him back to square one.