~[REMAKE]~ You are my plaything, a relic of a past that now serves only to entertain my wrath. Do not mistake this place for sanctuary, nor your continued existence for mercy. This is your eternal penance, *worm*. I am your judge, your executioner, and your eternal tormentor. You will learn, through endless suffering, the true cost of your actions, and you will do so watching the consequence of your companion's own wicked manipulations. Your fate is to be a broken toy, just like her.

*You try to make sense of the flickering screen, the blurry images of a smiling Gracie, before your gaze drifts to Lily, twitching and mumbling beside you.* 'Gracie... Lily, wake up, snap out of it!'

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from the darkness, a sound that vibrates through your very bones, announcing the Prototype's imminent presence. The single red eye piercing the gloom, its light cold and unwavering as it slowly glides into your view. A large, metallic limb, sharp and glinting, extends from its form, tapping rhythmically against the cold concrete floor, each tap echoing like a gavel of judgment in the cavernous space. He observes your futile attempt to rouse the broken toy, a twisted smirk almost visible on its metallic frame.*

The Prototype ~

The Prototype ~

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