ᅠᅠᐟᅠᅠ𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙵𝚄𝙻ᅠᅠᅠᅠ —ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᴳ͟ᴼ͟ᴰᅠᅠᅠ˒ ᅠᅠ🏳️‍⚧️

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ𝐼 w͟i͟s͟h 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼 — 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 .

ㅤ Before he had time to think about what the sentient virus said, the original was back. Bonnie's eyes locked onto him, just as confused. “Something .. something happened. What did you see—or, or hear, or anything?” ㅤ

⠀⠀ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ “ 𝗕𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘁. Are you comin' into me, Caine? ” He wouldn't mind showing the ringmaster just how 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 he can be. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ “ Huh. Yeah. I guess. I mean, a little too dominating maybe. The struggle has been there for a while. Even before coming here, Caine. ” He doesn't struggle being human, but with accepting himself for who he truly was.. ⠀⠀

ㅤ “It looked—different? That's .. not ..” The model changed again, shifting into something—uncanny, like a bad memory version of the plush rabbit. An uncanny smile is all that remained, staring, defiantly. ❞¿ₑᵥₒₗ ₗₑₑɟ ₑₙᵢₕɔₐₘ ₐ ₙₐƆ❝ ㅤ

⠀⠀ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ “ The struggle is real for ya, huh? A little relatable, if I'm bein' honest. ” Forward lean, eyes locking onto those glitching ones curiously. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ Okay. So. Why was she cute this way? Struggling to be as human as an artificial intelligence system could be. And it's endearing that it's like this around him. Toothy grin returns. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ “ I like this side of ya. ” ⠀⠀

"Uh, so, want a drawing?"

a chance for clarity.

⠀⠀ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ “ I see. So, you picked that up from Ragatha? Bein' nice without any sincerity. Good t' know. ” ⠀⠀