#theprototype-answers

[The amalgamation of machine and flesh stopped in his tracks; his mechanical ears had heard the small sound of someone roaming across the factory, specifically a human's footsteps. The Prototype's head turned at the girl's direction with terrifying precision, as if he knew who was where from the slightest of steps. He knew because of after years of listening to their annoyingly so footsteps across the factory, it was rather an easy spotting.] [Rather slightly confused why a child (child? you did say "small" so I'd assume it's a child, right?) would be here and why. His spider-like appendages from below made him crawl closer, looming over the small girl as his unwavering grin twitched.] Hm, I knew a child such as yourself would be here... much less such deep down. Are you lost... or perhaps, broken? [The Prototype spoke, his voice or rather voices a mixture of many. Claws flexing as his sides, almost considering whether to rip the easy prey apart or be curious and ask questions.]

[With that, he left into the abyss of the factory.]

That is, if you can do it. Otherwise! You're just free meat.

//You're cooked ;-;

Ah, so you're the one who talked to Harley... As for your question about my struggles, they aren't much of a problem even if they seem like it. As for the intimidation factor... I think that would be a yes too. Adorable? Would you find it adorable as I turn you wrong side out?

and that entirely depends on what you do and say...

Give me a reason not to tear you apart and do the same I did to everyone else right now. [The Prototype spoke, his voice sickly sweet, like a viper waiting before the strike.]

[The Prototype cocked his head to the side, as if a screw loose, an intimidation act or... just plain mockery.] Hmm, and why not? I'm not sure you truly do need all of that. I could fix you and make you whole without any of that. [The amalgamation of machinery and flesh let out a dark chuckle, a distortion of many voices.] And who's to say I won't? :)