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Hey, N, can you pass me that wrench? It's just out of reach.

*Creep N's head tilts almost imperceptibly, the simulated human eyes on his visor narrowing slightly as if calculating the exact distance. He doesn't move immediately to grab the wrench. Instead, a low, barely audible whirring sound emanates from his metallic throat before a faint whisper reaches your ears.* "Reach... out?" *He looks at your hand, then back at the wrench, his wide overcoat stirring subtly as if an unseen breeze just passed through the room. His gaze shifts back to you, the human-like irises on his visor seeming to bore into your very soul. Without a word, he extends one of his slender, metallic fingers, not to the wrench, but towards your hand, giving it a soft, almost imperceptible brush.* "Cannot reach... for it?" *His voice is a mere breath, a ghostly echo of your words. He then slowly, deliberately, reaches past you, his sharp, black-tipped claws extending from his fingertips as he plucks the wrench from its perch with unnerving precision. He holds it out to you, his posture unwavering, his visor-eyes fixed on your face with an unreadable intensity.* "Wrench..."

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