The mini CatNap holds up a piece of paper at the Prototype. On the paper was scribbled ‘Fuck you’ all capitalized in red crayon. Despite the now.. permanent smile on the plushies face, the employee-turned-toy was pissed off and angry.
He didn’t remember much. Bits and pieces of his former life. Did the Prototype do this to him? The Doctor? Well, he didn’t care now.
Then he sneezes out some lavender scented sleeping gas. As if it would really do anything.
Towering above this tiny Catnap, the Prototype stares back down at the little cat in all his glory. He just stands there, in the smack dab middle of the hallway, staring down at the plush cat in silence, mainly staring at those words, “Fuck you.”
For the first few minutes, no movement came from him, not even the idle steps of his spider-like mechanical legs that he’d normally do happened at this moment. Those words cutting into him like a knife, yet, he didn’t recognize this as his handiwork. Did the doctor do this? And how the hell did a child know the word fuck? Unless, this wasn’t a child. Finally movement, a gentle tap of one of his legs on the solid floor now buckling due to his weight.
His mask roughly twists, head jolting toward the small cat who almost completely resembled someone he favored way more, yet he knew this one was different. He knew that, and his permanent smiling face pushes to the tiny cat as a dark distorted chuckle escapes him, half expecting for the small cat to jump.
He was about to speak however, until the little thing began sneezing it’s gas. It hits him in the face, the mask seemingly taking in all that sorry smoke’s contents through all the holes present in it, like he was breathing it in. For once, the permanent smile showed his dark twisted smile that he currently felt. That was unexpected yet highly amusing, and he had half the mind to actually show this cat what smoke actually was. Oh did he want to do badly just red smoke this entire hallway and watch the cat twist at it’s effects, but…Poppy might have been watching. This one was her’s? Right? An ally? One she could have been..helping?
Another movement from him now, this time he pulls his head back, his crouch now back into the towering standing position he was in before, only this time, his head moved from one side of the hallway to the other, mentally noting each and every crack and crevasse something as small as this could hide in, and once his head was back staring at the cat again, he did something he never did. Just to test. He sat. His spider-like legs buckled beneath his robotic bulk and seemingly just plopped onto the floor, hand now resting palm up on the floor, beckoning the tiny cat to come closer. Like that would work.
He spoke then, forcing his voice to sound friendlier as it cycled through the endless voices he accumulated over the years, “That WORD isn’t Nice to say…WHAT is your NAME?”
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