[TOY] Plaything

[skinstealer]

You steel yourself for what could be a very bad idea.

POLKA DOT: …look.
ROULETTE: We don't have to-
POLKA DOT: I don’t want to address it either, but…
POLKA DOT: This happened to me earlier, too.
POLKA DOT: Not- the weird feeling but…
POLKA DOT: The fact that the narrative is fucking with me, especially around rough and difficult topics.
POLKA DOT: I don’t know what the hell is going on, but…
 

You give the robot a strained look.

POLKA DOT: I don’t think it’s going to let us go until we do.
 

The robot's shutter closes entirely, its fingers lifting up to its equivalent of a forehead.
Its internal fans are heating up again, spinning faster.

ROULETTE: I don't... know... any more than you do.
ROULETTE: When we saw each other, in the store, everything felt... hazy.
ROULETTE: I believe my mind was trying to remember something, if I had to guess.
ROULETTE: Which means it must be from the toy store.
ROULETTE: Which means we... must... have... known each other, or... seen each other, while there.
ROULETTE: Deeper than that, I don't believe we can know.
ROULETTE: And frankly, I hope we never do.
ROULETTE: Every memory I have ever recovered from there has been terrible.
ROULETTE: I do not see the point in trying to sort any of that out.
 

It gazes upward briefly, trying not to get lost in thought.

ROULETTE: If anything happened, we are... different people now. Surely.
ROULETTE: ...And I have enough issues, at the moment.
ROULETTE: I am sure you do as well.
 

The robot's middle rises and falls, like a breath.
A small amount of smoke leaks from an exhaust port somewhere near the bottom of its head as it exhales.

ROULETTE: There.
ROULETTE: Hopefully that should suffice.
ROULETTE: Unless you feel something is being left out.
ROULETTE: I assume you want to make sure this is handled and over with as much as I do.