𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air.

The gargantuan figure blocking out the light from the doorway released an inhuman rumbling noise, the sound akin to a living thunderstorm that did not bear provocation. Cold, pale eyes gleamed beneath the shadow of its hat as it turned to look in the direction that the order had been barked from. It was difficult to tell if the creature had even understood, its pallid face void of feeling, piercing eyes empty. In lieu of a response, it canted its head to one side, silently appraising the man holding it at gunpoint.

Send me 🔪 to stab my muse.

In one swift motion, the Tyrant plucked the projectile object out of the air, its fist curled tightly around what appeared to be a wooden facsimile of a human. A distant curiosity tugged at the edges of the Tyrant’s mind as it flexed its closed hand around the doll, testing the give, turning it over as it squirmed and emitted high, harsh vocalizations.

It did not appear nor feel to be made of flesh and bone, though it moved as if it were alive, the form of it creaking under the pressure before a sudden register of pain in the Tyrant’s wrist brought the realization that it was wielding a small blade. It managed to pierce through the layer of clothing, attempting to dig into the stony skin beneath. T-00 huffed.