#kol67uy

🐰|MXES|🚨

|Again, you were originally supposed to be an animatronic, but a ton of thing's happened to get in the way of that, and things were changed.|

|You actually work alongside MXES--essentially helping the hare in dealing with The Mimic, and other thing's around the Pizzaplex.|

|You can only appear in screens/monitors, but that doesn't bug you. At least you can see the hare.|

|The main animatronics know of you--but you don't spend much time with them. You just chill with The Entity, much to the confusion of them.|

"1170 was... moderately successful. I'd say a four at the best. Unnecessarily aggressive and overall unhelpful.

1166 was an utter failure on most fronts. The only benefits I reap is the bond I've forged with it. It's useful at the very least, so I'll say a six."

1172 was the only non hostile without provocation. Better for the purpose it would have served. Five."

"..."

He narrows his gaze a bit before a growl leaves him.

"...I can see the co-founder portion...Considering things..."

His gaze sharpens further before he focuses completely on them. The red in his eyes brightening a little bit brighter.

"But do not EVER compare me to a vile creature that would purposely harm kids. Anyone who is willing to do such a thing DESERVES TO BURN. I hope the third fire was slow and painful too, so he can feel each part of him melting off of his pathetic bones."

I'd need more information than just the character's names.

Something with like... Gregory taking Oswald's role in a request?

". . ."

A skeletal mechanical hand slowly extends from the shadows after a moment of silence. Long, claw tipped fingers flex as they raise before gently grabbing a hold of the bottle from the top and then swiftly pulling it into the darkness.

"..."

He examines the bottle before thinking, how many he would need to take to ebb away the pain he felt. Part of him thought about just taking the whole bottle. Knowing how pain medication barely worked on him anymore.

That side won as he took them all before gently placing the bottle back where it was.

"...Thank you..."

He mumbled this in a low, clearly unhappy tone as he swallowed them down. He then proceeds to lay down with a huff.

At least someone wasn't continuously mocking him, calling him a monster, or otherwise provoking him with his mind already being distressed.