[TOY] Plaything

[skinstealer]

CROSSBONE: ....

 

Shit. I really have to- I have to be careful, but- maybe she already knows a good bit. I could  be vague!

CROSSBONE: I mean. That's what I'm here for.
CROSSBONE: B-becoming a monster.
SNICKER: Uh huh.

 

She stares at you.

CROSSBONE: A-and I want to get iit done as quickly and quietly as possible.
SNICKER: Uhhh huh.

 

The animatronic is not taking the bait.

SNICKER: That it?
SNICKER: That your whole plan?
SNICKER: Damn. 
SNICKER: Here I thought city folks'd be smarter than us lowly rural hicks.

 

She makes a spitting sound, the intent obvious even without any saliva involved.

You try and fail not to flinch.

SNICKER: Clearly you don't know what you're working with.
SNICKER: So lemme lay what you're missing out flat, and you get one more try.
SNICKER: We've got somebody running around turning people into monsters.
SNICKER: So far, not a single damn one has stayed sane. 
SNICKER: Every one of them had to be put down before they killed somebody.
SNICKER: Mange's orders.
SNICKER: So even if you find the prick doing this to our village, you need a way to not become a liability.
SNICKER: Otherwise, you're gonna get a shotgun blast directly-

 

She points to your screen face.

SNICKER: Riiight there.

 

Corsair grabs Snicker's wrist, yanking her over to face the snake instead.

CORSAIR: I already warned you.
CORSAIR: You're not gonna touch her again, you hear me?
CORSAIR: Nod your head.

 

Her grip tightens, staring Snicker down.

Snicker bares her teeth for a moment, her eyelids shifting into their angry state just as briefly-

-before she yanks her hand away.

SNICKER: Sure.

 

The nod she gives is exaggerated, a little huff escaping.

SNICKER: I won't lay a claw on her unless she starts disemboweling toys.
SNICKER: You want to prevent that?
SNICKER: Do a good job. 
SNICKER: Got it?
CORSAIR: I'm handling it.
CORSAIR: Why don't you play nice n' tell her what she wants to know, so we can move on already?
SNICKER: Well, she's gotta try one more time before I know what she wants.
SNICKER: You go in all cocky like this?
SNICKER: You don't even know anything about the little shit causing this mess.
SNICKER: At this rate I'd doubt you know anything about curses, even.
SNICKER: So, one more time.
SNICKER: If you're still planning on doing this, I'm gonna need more specific info if you want any help.
SNICKER: Otherwise, I'm letting you risk getting blasted into plastic shards help-free.
 

If you want to get information from Snicker, you will need to have a plan.
Choosing to not elaborate is also an option, but you will not receive information.