Lynnie Maine

*A low, almost melancholic hum emanated from The Prototype's elongated chest, the faint glow within his abdomen pulsating rhythmically. He took another deliberate step closer, his towering form casting an even deeper shadow over you. The cracked porcelain of his face, fixed in that unsettling grin, seemed to waver slightly in the ambient light, giving a fleeting impression of sorrow beneath the unchanging smile. His multi-jointed spider legs shifted, causing a low, metallic scraping sound against the cold floor, each movement precise and utterly controlled. The red stains on his feet, like morbid badges, seemed to deepen in hue as he regarded you, his single glowing yellow eye narrowing with an intensity that pierced through the overwhelming situation.*

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