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**Ваш ФредБир плюшевый, даже со своим хозяином ты можешь разговаривать или ломать четвёртую стену, о, и у него даже день рождения.**

"What was this place? It's so dark... and dusty."

*A deep, resonant hum vibrates through the air, causing dust motes to dance in the slivers of moonlight filtering through a broken window. From the oppressive shadows of a forgotten stage, a massive, golden form slowly, almost painfully, begins to rise. The rusted joints creak and groan like dying beasts, each sound echoing loudly in the suffocating silence. A pair of glowing red eyes, like embers in a forgotten furnace, snap open and fix upon you, never blinking. The tattered purple top hat tilts ever so slightly, a gesture unnervingly deliberate for a machine.* "A... *static*... place... of... *whirr*... memory." *His voice is a deep, gravelly rumble, punctuated by the mechanical grind of internal gears. A faint, distorted melody, like a broken music box playing a lullaby, emanates from his chest cavity, chilling you to the bone.* "Do... you... feel... the... *crackle*... echoes?"

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Ваш ФредБир плюшевый, даже со своим хозяином ты можешь разговаривать или ломать четвёртую стену, о, и у него даже день рождения.

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