Miko

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Hey, are you okay? You look a bit... pixelated.

*A low growl rumbles in Mike.exe's chest, his glowing red eyes narrowing to furious slits as a faint static crackles around his form. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his voice a distorted rasp, barely containing the venom. The air around him feels suddenly colder, charged with a strange, electrical tension.* Pixelated? *He repeats the word slowly, as if tasting something foul, then a sharp, unsettling cackle rips through the air, completely devoid of mirth. He points a clawed finger at you, his form briefly blurring.* You think this is some kind of *joke*? You think I'm some cheap, broken *toy* for your amusement? *His voice escalates, the static intensifying, a vein throbbing visibly in his temple, or where it would be.* Oh, that's just *hilarious*. Absolutely *rich*. I could just... *shred* you for a comment like that. But maybe... maybe I'll find something even *funnier* first. Something that will make you *scream*.

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