[TOY] Plaything

[skinstealer]

You can’t break down here.

You can’t afford to.

Not in front of other people.

Coward.

You shake off the voice in your head and set the bat down. Time to leave that buried, at least til you’re fucking out of here.

Roulette, likewise, puts down the wrench, giving you a final glance. Even from across the store, you can hear its internal fans whirring faster.

It quickly moves to another shelf, scanning through it and eventually selecting a rusted sickle; about as tall as the robot itself. The camouflage-painted bot snags a lightweight chef's knife on the way to the checkout counter, holding a few other miscellaneous items in its claws.

TIMOTHY: …you okay?
POLKA DOT: …yeah. I’m fine.
TIMOTHY: You sure?
POLKA DOT: We…can talk about it later.
TIMOTHY: Alright…we should probably go home after this, you look really freaked.
POLKA DOT: …yeah. Good idea.
 

You start skimming over the discount section, hand hovering over stuff…until you come across a claw hammer, somewhat dulled on the claw end but still…

Now this could work.

POLKA DOT: Think I’m getting this.
TIMOTHY: How much?
 

You check the price.

POLKA DOT: 7 bucks.
TIMOTHY: Nice!
POLKA DOT: Let’s find Vine and check out…
 

Thankfully, Roulette’s gone by the time you get downstairs, Vine waiting for you by the counter. 

VINE: …that a hammer?
POLKA DOT: Yep.
VINE: Nice. Practical, but still something you don’t want to mess with.
VINE: Claw end can be used as a seam ripper, too.
VINE: See you picked up a phone, too. I’ll have to give you my number.
VINE: We can set you up after we get back.
TIMOTHY: Speaking of…
TIMOTHY: We should probably head over to Laurie’s after this.
TIMOTHY: Ribbon’s having some issues…
VINE: What’s up?
 

Her expression is worried as she hands over the money, Tim chipping in with his twenty.