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Silver pupils focus on the man's face as a long tail flicks to the side, the figure slinking back to be fully behind the man once again.

"...We all have our regrets...Things we know we can't take back. However I am content...But I can tell that you are...lost. Lost and troubled."

The figure stood up, easily looming over the man without really trying to. His voice, him judging by his over all tone, is raspy, yet strangely smooth. It is one that whispers but yet could sing one a lullaby when needed. Yet it was rough as well, as if it was once damaged and never properly fixed and simply healed the best it could.

"How strange for a visitor to hold such sorrows in this place. Why is that? Why do you have those...medallionsand act as if they had perished?"

The figure tilts his head as a single ear flops slightly to the side.

*A door appears in the counselor's offices and a man who is five feet one inch tall, he is in what appears to be a bartender's outfit and wearing a snowmen's top hat*

Huh...this isn't where I thought I'd appear...I was expecting to appear in the upper levels near the entrance...

*He pulls out a black and white cane, red highlights on the handle and the grooves of the cane*

Well...I already know who's watching me...so guess I'll start looking around...

Red smoke lingered heavily in the air of the counselors' offices. Furniture tossed around, flipped onto their side, and seemingly marked by deep, three fingered claw marks.

A pair of silver eyes intently watch the man, silently. Watching his every movement as the shadow covered form slinked into the darkness. Those silver eyes slightly glimmering in the shadows never seem to leave his form, no matter where the shadows moved.

He was indeed being watched, very carefully at that.

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His whimpering pauses as he sniffs the air. His form stilling as his ears raise. His large, hand-like paws lift off of his face as he stares off for a moment before his head turns towards Anu, following his silver pupils, at least the shining one in his right eye. The pupil widening as he began to let out a deep growl.

"Fooood."

His tone is filled with almost aggressive growl.

It seems they definently got his attention now.

…

*they’re looking down the chute.

… they want to go in. At least for his peace of mind.*

The valve that laid on top was a struggle to turn. When it's turned the heavy, scratch up door creaks as it's raised open. The heavy scent of death and blood raking through the demon's sense of smell and even laying heavy enough to be tasted.

The pit they see before them is pitch black, almost seeming bottomless. But along the sides near the entrance there are heavy, deep scratches upon the metal, along with dark smears going down into the darkness bellow. There is no ladder, no stair case. Just a plummet down into the unknown abyss bellow.

The inside of the door seems to have more claw marks and completely soaked in a deep red coloration.

It was clear that whatever was thrown down there tried desperately to escape. But judging by the lack of any form of structure to allow one to climb out, failed. Beyond the walls, the lid especially would help in keeping whatever may lurk in the depths down in there.

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The clicking of his heels echo clearly in the large hallways before him and in the office-like room he would find himself in now. This room is always the first room one sees when entering the Prototype's domain. The first one to greet those who know it and those who don't. The darkness as always lingers around every corner, clings to every pale, scratched up wall. Except for the dim lights that hung in the very center of the room.

It almost seems purposeful, like one made sure to keep only certain lights on the ensure they can watch whatever or whoever wondered in. Knowing the Prototype, it could very much be purposeful. For he watches from the shadows, usually at one point that is.

The room is kept relatively cleaned, debris and scrap being pushed off into the corners, allowing the floors to reveal their pale forms in the center of the room, though this is quickly smudged and dirtied along the edges.

The hallway beyond this room would lead into a metal covered, large, clearly factory-like tunnel. Light scratches of long claws marking the walls and flooring. In the silent tunnels, loud sounds echo with great ease.

It'll be a bit of a trip to the Playcare.

Edward managed to leave the room without being detected.

He had hardly explored anywhere else in the factory since arriving, only ever really showing up in the Prototype's chamber. He wanted to go see if the toy's were okay, and Playcare WAS the closest.

He just hoped that leaving wouldnt worry Proto too much.

As Edward left the room, a large, dark hallway stands before him. The Prototype seemed to be occupied with the anons at the moment and he knows that Edward is safe. At least with what he is. Not many toys would be keen on attacking a literal dragon after all. Or at least he assumes. Though he will indeed notice and probably go to see where Edward wondered off to.

But that time will come later. For now, the darkness surrounds the draconic man as he travels to the Playcare.

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He shook as he remained laying on the ground. Tensing a bit at first when he smelt their scent grow closer. Bunching up as if he was bracing for pain. He stayed that way for a few seconds, letting out a almost canine-like whine.

"F..f..r..rie..nd? No. No you...you're...you're just tricking me. Tricking me, trying let me let you hurt me. Ron can tell."

He tried to sound fierce in his words, but his fear overrode his attempts easily.

…

*they’re looking down the chute.

… they want to go in. At least for his peace of mind.*

The valve that laid on top was a struggle to turn. When it's turned the heavy, scratch up door creaks as it's raised open. The heavy scent of death and blood raking through the demon's sense of smell and even laying heavy enough to be tasted.

The pit they see before them is pitch black, almost seeming bottomless. But along the sides near the entrance there are heavy, deep scratches upon the metal, along with dark smears going down into the darkness bellow. There is no ladder, no stair case. Just a plummet down into the unknown abyss bellow.

The inside of the door seems to have more claw marks and completely soaked in a deep red coloration.

It was clear that whatever was thrown down there tried desperately to escape. But judging by the lack of any form of structure to allow one to climb out, failed. Beyond the walls, the lid especially would help in keeping whatever may lurk in the depths down in there.

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"EVIL IS BAD! BAD LIKE DEVIL! BAD LIKE MANIAC! BAD! BAD! BAD!"

He began to let out a loud snarl, his lips peeling back revealing his long fangs as his eyes widen further before he began to shake his head before a deep grunting, almost whimpering sound before flattening himself onto the ground.

"RON NOT BAD...D-d-don't h-hurt Ron."

He then covers his eyes and part of the top of his muzzle.

"Ro..n..n..g..goo..d."

…

*they’re looking down the chute.

… they want to go in. At least for his peace of mind.*

The valve that laid on top was a struggle to turn. When it's turned the heavy, scratch up door creaks as it's raised open. The heavy scent of death and blood raking through the demon's sense of smell and even laying heavy enough to be tasted.

The pit they see before them is pitch black, almost seeming bottomless. But along the sides near the entrance there are heavy, deep scratches upon the metal, along with dark smears going down into the darkness bellow. There is no ladder, no stair case. Just a plummet down into the unknown abyss bellow.

The inside of the door seems to have more claw marks and completely soaked in a deep red coloration.

It was clear that whatever was thrown down there tried desperately to escape. But judging by the lack of any form of structure to allow one to climb out, failed. Beyond the walls, the lid especially would help in keeping whatever may lurk in the depths down in there.

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*I just keep drawing on the map, engrossed in the lines and the detailed notes on the labs, unaware, Dewdrop looks uo at the faint lights and static noise and squeaks a happy greeting, not even fazed by them as they float closer to the Prototype*

A grunt leaves him as he slightly leaned away from the shadowy being, raising one of his primary hands as he squints at them. He wasn't certain what they were. His fingers slightly raising as he stared down at them.

". . ."

Though their friendly demeanor did cause a small amount of curiosity to override his skeptic thoughts for a moment. Causing him to reach down and lower a single, sharp claw tipped, metallic finger near Dewdrop's face. Or what counted as their face.

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plus you didnt deny him being your husband

"My child is in a pit of death and THAT'S what you're focused on right now?! ...Ugh...Anons."

He scoffs and rolls his eyes before looking away from the anon and leaning in towards the hatch.

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You should probably go check on your kid, then…

"THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING!"

A rattling chatter left him soon after he almost roared the words out.

He is very stressed at the moment.

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hey! dont shoot the messenger dino boy

all im sayin is that it seems like theyre a bit too curious, ya know?

". . . Anu certainly is, to go down THERE of all places. I can't believe I didn't notice them going near it."

He grumbled out the last bit of his statement before his upper lip twitches. He then stomps near the hatch's opening before looking at the letter they left behind.

"God damn it."

He practically growled this out before peering into the hatch, hesitant to even attempt to go into it.

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ooooOoo first your kid

now that husband of yours is gone too?

How funny

"Unless you plan on being useful and assisting, SHUT UP."

He spoke in a dark, growling tone as his eyes blazed with a brilliant red glow, his sharp gaze seeming to burn into the anon's soul as he looked them directly in the eyes. Or at least towards where their sun glasses are.

He was not in the mood for snarky remarks.

Though he was growing concerned about both now.

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Edward managed to leave the room without being detected.

He had hardly explored anywhere else in the factory since arriving, only ever really showing up in the Prototype's chamber. He wanted to go see if the toy's were okay, and Playcare WAS the closest.

He just hoped that leaving wouldnt worry Proto too much.

As Edward left the room, a large, dark hallway stands before him. The Prototype seemed to be occupied with the anons at the moment and he knows that Edward is safe. At least with what he is. Not many toys would be keen on attacking a literal dragon after all. Or at least he assumes. Though he will indeed notice and probably go to see where Edward wondered off to.

But that time will come later. For now, the darkness surrounds the draconic man as he travels to the Playcare.

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Wuh oh

Thats not good

Maybe you should inform that husby of yours

He lets out a grunt at their proclamation of him having a 'husby' as a red tint briefly, for a moment crosses his features.

"WH-HUH?! GAH! I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR KINDS' ANTICS RIGHT NOW!"

He snarls before looking over to where Edward once was, noting that he was hanging out in the main room for a while. Though it would seem he wasn't there now.

"Ugh, he's not here anyway! ANU!"

He shouts this before rushing over to the hatch labeled hell, stomping heavily on the ground.

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"DEMONS ALWAYS BAD! THEY KILL, THEY MAIME, THE LAUGH AT PAIN!"

His voice sounded strained, a growl strongly hanging onto a strangely human tone before he began to breathe heavily, bunching himself up.

"THEY'RE WORSE THAN....THAN...TOOTHY...SMILING...MANIAC! THAT'S...B..BAD!"

He almost seemed to be hyperventilating, in a way.

…

*they’re looking down the chute.

… they want to go in. At least for his peace of mind.*

The valve that laid on top was a struggle to turn. When it's turned the heavy, scratch up door creaks as it's raised open. The heavy scent of death and blood raking through the demon's sense of smell and even laying heavy enough to be tasted.

The pit they see before them is pitch black, almost seeming bottomless. But along the sides near the entrance there are heavy, deep scratches upon the metal, along with dark smears going down into the darkness bellow. There is no ladder, no stair case. Just a plummet down into the unknown abyss bellow.

The inside of the door seems to have more claw marks and completely soaked in a deep red coloration.

It was clear that whatever was thrown down there tried desperately to escape. But judging by the lack of any form of structure to allow one to climb out, failed. Beyond the walls, the lid especially would help in keeping whatever may lurk in the depths down in there.

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The figure listened in on the man's solo conversation, straightening it's head before slowly getting up and going up to the man. Taking a look at the photos he holds and set a side, pointed ears slightly narrowing before the pupils within the center of the silver irises narrows.

A soft, hollow growl mixes in with a rasping breath as the shadow covered figure loomed over the man, leaning over his shoulder just beyond his field of vision.

"..."

The figure's gaze focuses on Dogday and Catnap in particular, it's ears flattening after a moment.

*A door appears in the counselor's offices and a man who is five feet one inch tall, he is in what appears to be a bartender's outfit and wearing a snowmen's top hat*

Huh...this isn't where I thought I'd appear...I was expecting to appear in the upper levels near the entrance...

*He pulls out a black and white cane, red highlights on the handle and the grooves of the cane*

Well...I already know who's watching me...so guess I'll start looking around...

Red smoke lingered heavily in the air of the counselors' offices. Furniture tossed around, flipped onto their side, and seemingly marked by deep, three fingered claw marks.

A pair of silver eyes intently watch the man, silently. Watching his every movement as the shadow covered form slinked into the darkness. Those silver eyes slightly glimmering in the shadows never seem to leave his form, no matter where the shadows moved.

He was indeed being watched, very carefully at that.

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"DEMON?!"

Ron snarled and reared back, quickly backing away from the demon to the point where he nearly falls with a deep grunting growl as his ears raise up in surprise. His tone was filled with surprise, causing him to almost yelp out the word.

His fur seemed to stand further on end.

…

*they’re looking down the chute.

… they want to go in. At least for his peace of mind.*

The valve that laid on top was a struggle to turn. When it's turned the heavy, scratch up door creaks as it's raised open. The heavy scent of death and blood raking through the demon's sense of smell and even laying heavy enough to be tasted.

The pit they see before them is pitch black, almost seeming bottomless. But along the sides near the entrance there are heavy, deep scratches upon the metal, along with dark smears going down into the darkness bellow. There is no ladder, no stair case. Just a plummet down into the unknown abyss bellow.

The inside of the door seems to have more claw marks and completely soaked in a deep red coloration.

It was clear that whatever was thrown down there tried desperately to escape. But judging by the lack of any form of structure to allow one to climb out, failed. Beyond the walls, the lid especially would help in keeping whatever may lurk in the depths down in there.

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He raises a metallic eye lid before blinking once, shifting his gaze off to the side for a second before looking at them again.

"...Huh. I did not know that."

Did you know what water doesn't have a scent? Or a taste? Because I didn't until like a few days ago

He squints a little for a moment before thinking for a moment.

"...I mean...yeah. It doesn't usually. Unless you put something in it. Though sometimes it can have a faint taste. It should never smell though."

He looks towards the little dino guy.

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He reared his head back when Lewis flew up to his face, squinting though mainly from the flame-like glow. He then blinked once, his jaw shifting once before he lets out a soft snort.

"...Hmm...a few days ago. The bullet is gone and it didn't do any true damage to any of functions or my nerves. Other than the metaphorical ones from the antics of grey faced chimps."

He growled out the last word, allowing Lewis to look at the barely visible mark. It is darker than the rest of his face, the pin prick mark being a very faint red near the absolute center of it.

"...Oh believe me, I've certainly been through a lot. We all have been. The scientists were horrid people who did terrible things to all of us. Me especially.."

He shifts his jaws once.

"Believe me...I've been through far worse. Definently isn't the first time I got shot...I would hope it will be the last time, but I'm beginning to doubt that with some of the foolish cretins wandering in here."

He then shifts in his position.

"...I know you're doing it because you care. Which, I do appreciate. I always appreciate kindness and respect. I...simply just don't...think it's necessary to do it if it's not causing complications currently."

Truthfully at this point he's just trying to make it seem appealing not to do it due to his own nerves.

The Mystery Skulls came into the Prototype's lair with armfuls of stuff: titanium rods, welding tools, scrap metal, and a massive bag of medical supplies.

He looks over at the group, blinking at the armful of supplies they brought in with them. He then tilts his head, curious.

"What is all this?"

His curiosity leaked into his tone. Not really certain what their plans for all this material are.