[TOY] Plaything

[skinstealer]

POLKA DOT: …whether or not you leave is your choice. I’m not gonna tell you how to live your life.
POLKA DOT: But…wouldn’t Devo miss you?
ROULETTE: I should've been more careful with that, I know.
ROULETTE: That's something I have to live with.
ROULETTE: But he has others around him, now. He's making friends and more, and fitting in well.
ROULETTE: He'll have that, and then he'll be safe once I am not a factor anymore.
ROULETTE: So, it will still be for the best, even if I know it's going to hurt.
ROULETTE: I'm only glad that I didn't make connections with anyone else, it would've made this harder on others, too.
POLKA DOT: ...he's not in danger with you, though, not from what I can tell.
POLKA DOT: And if you're really worried about the whole "attempted murder" thing, which again, I do not blame you for, we're going to need that kind of instinct.
POLKA DOT: There's monsters out there!
POLKA DOT: You don't have to treat it like some kind of horrible...like you're a weapon or something.
POLKA DOT: It's not like you're going to hurt like somebody like that again. It's not inevitable.
ROULETTE: ...Then I can come on the trip, and I'll leave after that.
ROULETTE: And I'd say that solves the issue.

ROULETTE: ...Thinking about it, it may actually play better that way.
POLKA DOT: ...how so?
ROULETTE: There's no real reason for you to-

ROULETTE: . . .

ROULETTE: ...Will you try to stop me, if I tell you?
POLKA DOT: No promises, I might.
ROULETTE: Then I cannot tell you, can I?
POLKA DOT: Guess not, when you put it like that...
 

You're quiet again, wings in your lap.

POLKA DOT: ...just...
POLKA DOT: You should at the very least talk to Devo or something before you go.
POLKA DOT: If you leave, you leave, but from what I can tell, he cares about you.
POLKA DOT: It'd be kinda fucked to just...bail without a goodbye. I dunno.
ROULETTE: I plan to talk with him.
ROULETTE: Not that you should be worrying about that in the first place, but...I'll be speaking with him about it, before I go.
 

You nod, figuring that's as satisfied as you're going to get with this.

POLKA DOT: Sorry for being nosy and all, just...yeah.
POLKA DOT: And for what it's worth...I, uh, forgive you. For all that.
POLKA DOT: You don't- you don't have to do the same for me.
POLKA DOT: But I wanted to say that.
 

It finally pulls the blanket off from over itself, seeming to have calmed down relatively.

ROULETTE: ...I forgave you as soon as I remembered it happened.
ROULETTE: It's only now that I have the chance to tell you.
ROULETTE: ...I hope you forgive yourself.
POLKA DOT: I-

All of a sudden, there's a knock at the door, and a familiar voice.

TIMOTHY: Everything alright in there, Ribbon?
TIMOTHY: Some guy told me you came up here, wanted to check in-
 

The bot lowers its voice to an electric whisper.

ROULETTE: ...would you like the room? To stay and rest?
ROULETTE: I can go back downstairs.
ROULETTE: ...you can see the stars through the sunroof, here.
 

It points, the vivid night sky hanging above you.

You manage a smile at that, nodding.

POLKA DOT: ...yeah. That sounds good.
ROULETTE: Good luck.

It braces itself momentarily,
taking a few seconds, rubbing its claws down over the sides of its head.



It walks to the door,
placing a claw on the handle.

The camera lens looks back at you, Roulette giving you a near-motionless wave,
then turning the handle.

ROULETTE: Ribbon is in here.
ROULETTE: Apologies for the confusion.
 

The robot's flat affect is back in full force,
making you aware of its absence throughout the bulk of your previous conversation.

TIMOTHY: Oh! Hey Roulette!
TIMOTHY: Glad that she found you...how'd it all go? Everything alright?
ROULETTE: Yes.
 

As it speaks, it casually shifts past Timothy out the door.

ROULETTE: I was having, ah... a little bit of trouble, but Silk Ribbon talked me through it.
ROULETTE: She's very dependable with that sort of thing.
 

By this point, it's already reached the stairs.

ROULETTE: ...Nice to see you, as always.
 

It nods to Tim, then makes its way down.

The scottie dog gives it a friendly expression as it passes, turning to you with wide eyes.

TIMOTHY: You were hanging out with Roulette? That’s awesome!
 

He flops onto the bed with you, shuffling into a cross legged position.

TIMOTHY: How’d it go? Is it in our party? Are we set?