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[ryscorp]

Okay, fair. Since you're better now, do you wanna walk around with us to check on people? Or we can take you to the house if you're that desperate for a shower

"I need to bathe this instant."

[* TRAJ begins feeling his grease-laden hair again, cringing.]

[ryscorp]

And as an engineer you thought the best course of action was to shake us by the shoulders and tell us to say something? [Raise an eyebrow]

"You're not normal machinery, you're weird machinery. Besides, I'm actively recovering from... whatever happened to me. You're lucky I have the faculties to shake you around at all."

[* TRAJ folds his arms, pouting.]

[ryscorp]

We're alive!!! What did we miss???

[* TRAJ stares at you, dumbfounded.]

"I don't know, you just... stopped moving. I thought you were doing a bit or being weird, but then I nudged you in the head and... you fell over."

[ryscorp]

[Cough weakly] Bobinga....

"BOBINGA?????"

[ryscorp]

[* Your vision flashes blinding white. You're being jostled.]

[* When you're able to hear and see again, you lay eyes on TRAJ, who is shaking you by the shoulders. His voice and face look normal. You can feel the breeze in the air and sense the chirping of insects nearby.]

"Oh, come on, say something!"

[ryscorp]

Can we say noooooo??? [Try to step backwards as he approaches]

"You can. You don't have to see it now."

[* TRAJ sputters, giggling.]

"But you'll be seeing it later."

[ryscorp]

....Okay?????? Uhm. Hope you're doing well. Did you manage to stop the bleeding?

[* TRAJ takes a step towards you. He moves as if being pulled through water, slow and deliberate. The edges of his form are fuzzy.]

"It's constant, now. I've come to appreciate it. Would you like to see?"

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[GASP] “YES!! YES!! YES WE ARE!!”

[* A smile creeps across TRAJ's face, twitching and trailing across to his cheeks. Everything else about his expression remains unchanged. No crinkle in his nose or shine in his eyes. His tone remains hollow.]

"That's wonderful. Stay patient. It won't be long."

[ryscorp]

Excited? For what?

[* The air of the desert begins to run ice cold.]

[* There's not a sound coming from anything in the area. All life has come to a standstill, a diorama encased in silence.]

"You'll get everything you've ever wanted. Everyone will."

[ryscorp]

We're sorry, Traj, could you repeat that? We lost hearing for a bit.

[* TRAJ turns and looks at you. His voice is flat.]

"I asked if you were excited."

[ryscorp]

There's probably some shampoo or conditioner or something somewhere around here

"God, I hope so. And- uurgh, I REEK...! Honestly, I can't believe..."

[* TRAJ continues speaking, though you can't quite parse the words. Your hearing gradually becomes warped and muffled.]

[ryscorp]

How'd it even get that bad? Did you never break to shower or something?? Did you even ever eat??? And why did you start rotting alive?????

"I- I don't know. It's all... fuzzy..."

[* TRAJ heaves a sigh, wiping his hands on the bottom of his coat.]

"I need to wash my hair. I can't be seen like this."

[ryscorp]

Wasn't it always greasy before? How is this any different?

[* TRAJ shoots you a look, frowning and putting his hands on his hips. Despite his sickly, post-puppeteering delirium, his attitude is intact.]

[ryscorp]

What's so scary?

[* TRAJ clutches at his hair, looking queasy.]

"It's so- so...! GREASY...!"

[ryscorp]

Sure :)

[Untie the ant!]

[* The TOYMAKER slowly gets to his feet, running his hand through his hair. A look of terror gradually crosses his face.]

[ryscorp]

Okay... Are you really sure you're okay? Are you like... deathly tired or something? You seem really out of it compared to earlier.

"I... Think so..."

[* The TOYMAKER looks down at the cables, then at you.]

"Do you... think you could. Untie me?"

[ryscorp]

Not to be rude but why is your little satellite dish moving around so much? Are you trying to contact your mech or something???

[* The TOYMAKER shrugs.]