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"Happy birthday to meeeee~!"

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The inquiry of if she snuck in or not makes Millie hesitate for a moment, looking off to the side awkwardly.

It was true, that WAS how she had gotten in, though her intentions were not to stay for very long, at least until now. However, her anxiety fades when she is told by the robot that security will not be alerted to her presence. Thank god; if she wasn't going to be maimed or murdered, then last thing she needed was to get in that kind of trouble instead.

"...Y-Yes, ma'am. I might have snuck in." the goth finally answers before providing her reason as to why. "I heard a bunch of little voices while I was walking by outside, and I kinda... got curious."

A quizzical head tilt. Co-stars? Was she referring to the little dolls, or were there other machines in here besides them? Because if she meant the tiny dancers, well... Millie was kind of already kind of getting acquainted with them, so to speak. In fact, she was about to say something else to the animatronic woman before noticing one of the little things had actually climbed up her leg and was now making itself comfortable in one of her pockets.

The goth can't help but chuckle a bit at it. But she doesn't exactly want them in her pocket, so she is quick to reach for the tiny dancer that had nestled itself in there and take them out, and its arms fold and tiny yellow eyes narrow-- which give off the impression that it's pouting, despite the eternal smile upon their face-- until she sets them back down onto the floor. Silly little thing. Though perhaps they were the owners of those voices she heard earlier?

Near Ballora, something quick always passed in peripheral. She was also aware of her group of unruly dancers around, sometimes prompting children to chase or find them around the area. Farther and farther from others... They were just doing their work like herding hounds. Luring Millie farther from he main-stage, even though now the place was already empty of people, closed.

Was she a curious young human exploring, or was she searching to steal? Ballora tilted her head slightly towards Millie.

❝ Between us. You sneaked in, am I right ? ❞ , the tone is compassionate, warm and welcoming. She wants her to stay.

❝ No need to pretend or lie. I won't alert security. The least I want is them snooping around. Besides, I find your boldness exciting. Show maybe over for a day, but you shouldn't leave, not empty handed.

Welcome, young one. Perhaps, you shall meet my co-stars, too.❞

She quickly adds, and smoothly bends herself for a dancer's curtsey.

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Oh sh-- Stepping closer proves to be a mistake, for as soon as she's close enough, whatever that thing is suddenly lunges for her, its horrifying appearance in full view. It looks like some kind of decayed and disgusting suit, with bits of what looks like machinery and the remains of a person's corpse (she thinks?) inside. In every way possible, it looked like something straight out of a horror movie. And... that nauseating stench....

As expected, a bloodcurdling SCREAM comes from Millie as the thing manages to grab the collar of her pitch-black hoodie, bringing her close enough within apparent stabbing range of that sharp bone on it's other arm.... it's now apparent what the creature plans to do to her, and that causes the goth's fight-or-flight instincts to activate.

With the grace of a wet animal, the girl quickly kicks the creature in the chest, hoping to free herself. And once she's miraculously released, she's immediately turning on her heels and running for her life. She didn't want to be here a moment longer!

Afton stuck to the shadows, keeping his gaze fixed on the girl as claw-like fingers grip at the side of the dumpster. he didn't usually move around during the day, not unless he absolutely needed to, but this is a special case. slowly, he shifted a bit from his spot among the trash, eyes locked on the girl as she moved closer.

for a moment, he stills, glowing eyes going dark.

the instant she's within range, he bursts into action, clawed hand reaching for her as he lunges forward. eyes are glowing brightly now, the creature shifting to his feet in seconds, towering over her at more than 7 feet tall. he roars at her, voice deep and gravely, like he hasn't spoken in years. he's scrambling to grab anything of hers; hair, shirt, pants, anything... just to bring her close enough to his broken arm and the incredibly sharp bone that stuck out,

" HOW CAN I RESIST, A PROMISE, SUCH AS THIS? "

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KPOP DEMON HUNTERS (2025), dir Maggie Kang and Chris Appelhans

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Uh, Hi. I caved, as you can see.

ArtFight Time!

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"--And that's all that you need to know for now! Any questions?" Uzi finally puts a cork in her railgun ramblings after about... er, how long has it been? It doesn't really matter, but the fact that her mother has the patience to let her go on for as long as she felt like she needed to made her feel... kinda happy.

While she couldn't not say that her thoughts about her mom tended to range from... complex, to unsure, to complex again and more, she was at least happy that her mom was one of the few people outside of her little group who was willing to listen.

Then came the questions.

While upgrading the railgun had been on her to-do list for the longest time, it hadn't exactly been a priority due to a variety of other factors (getting back into school, spending time with her friends, and especially the fact that with the solver gone, there didn't seem to be much danger around). A thoughtful look does cross onto Uzi's face up until her mom offers to help her look for necessary parts for such.

"Well, I did want to upgrade it so that it can rapid-fire instead of shooting one big blast... unfortunately, all the necessary parts I need to find for that would be all the way in Silica City." the remains of the city by the outpost. Considered both a nice spot to be while simultaneously being quite dangerous; especially during the Murder Drones' time.

But given how that was essentially over now.... it might and could be safe, right?

"I mean, if you want? Though we'll likely be out there for a while n' all, mom...."

Matching Uzi's grin with one of her own, Nori folds her arms under her on the top of the chair, head resting on them. She already had an inkling that her daughter was about to get very invested in this, and wanted to make sure that she herself was not going to move an inch while it happened. An expression of surprise flickers over the drone's visor as Uzi whips out the whiteboard, but that's gone almost as fast as it showed up.

Snickering at the wrench, Nori nods as she starts working on committing both the doodles and what Uzi says to memory. As Uzi continues, going into the exact amount of detail that Nori had hoped for, there is a small part of her that is once again annoyed that she wasn't around to help, but clearly Uzi had gotten on fine by herself. Nori doesn't move, except to shift to get a better look at something that is being drawn every so often, or to make a gesture to try and guess what Uzi is about to say next as a feature.

Which, quite frankly, Nori is still just as amazed at how much her daughter had planned for, given how most of them wouldn't have had the chance to meet a Murder Drone if they had done as they were told. They were the same in that respect, weren't they? An insatiable desire to learn and fix things on their own, to make things work.

A few ideas still come to mind, but Nori waits until Uzi is at a good stopping point or prompts for comments before she asks, "Are you going to supplement it further with what you can do now? Do you need more parts? I'd love to come along on a hunt for some-"

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“Why not just go nakey?”

“I do that all the time!”

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Self-consciously looks down at the sweater she's wearing because of the outfit talk.

"H-Hey, I think you look nice in that outfit, Millie! And a lot of others that you have!"

"...Thanks, I guess?"

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Hey so me and my buddy Echo (shadows0fchaos) have made our own li'l Mascot Horror server (with Tupperbox rp chatrooms), come check it out hehe

We've currently got categories for FN.AF, Pop.py Playtime, Dan.dy's world, and more-- but we're always taking suggestions for more to add!

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"M'fine..." Uzi groans as her head is now fully back to normal and no longer regenerating, slowly rising to her feet. She needs to lean on the table to prevent herself from falling over again, due to the sheer disorientation of regaining her senses back all at once. Growing back your whole head tends to do that.

The purple drone's eyes scan the room, and once her optics are back to normal [VISUAL STABILIZATION: 90%... 99%... 100% REPAIRED], she's quick to notice something alarming.

V isn't anywhere in sight. The purple worker gasps, remembering everything which occurred before almost immediately, and she's now looking at N again.

"D-Did you see V at any point just now or earlier?!" she asks, though it's not with the usual annoyance and spit that she usually seems to hold when regarding the other she-drone. If anything, it's more of... concern? Fear? A bit of both? "And if you did, h-how mad was she?!"

Alright, with how panicked Uzi seems to be, complete with the fact that she looked as if she'd just grown her head back from an attack, it would be clear to N that something had gone down... a fight, perhaps? Or maybe something else? It would explain why Uzi seemed so worried.... N would have to ask.

“Time? Uh…from the way the sky is, it must be night time.” N answered honestly. Looking around with that smile on his face he always seemed to have all the time.

“Also, Uzi, are you okay? You’re not looking too good. Can I do anything for you?” N asked, looking only mildly concerned.

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^ Likes that one H.untrix song and listens to it in secret; hasn't seen any of their other stuff otherwise

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The day is almost over, and Baba Chops is alone on the swinging bench outside her home, reading a book titled "Stories for sleep-deprived goths to read". If one looks closer, then can see that she does, in fact, look quite tired... likely due to something from earlier.

"...and so the witch lured Hansel and Gretel into the candy house, promising them more sweets. And when she told them to look in the oven, low and behold, they pushed the poor, defenseless witch into the oven instead. There, she was burned alive, writhing in agony. And then, because even children can't survive on candies, they divided up the body of the poor old witch and ate her."

...Is she trying to read herself a bedtime story? Either way, she closes the book, tired expression still remaining.

"This isn't working."

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The day is almost over, and Baba Chops is alone on the swinging bench outside her home, reading a book titled "Stories for sleep-deprived goths to read". If one looks closer, then can see that she does, in fact, look quite tired... likely due to something from earlier.

"...and so the witch lured Hansel and Gretel into the candy house, promising them more sweets. And when she told them to look in the oven, low and behold, they pushed the poor, defenseless witch into the oven instead. There, she was burned alive, writhing in agony. And then, because even children can't survive on candies, they divided up the body of the poor old witch and ate her."

...Is she trying to read herself a bedtime story? Either way, she closes the book, tired expression still remaining.

"This isn't working."