You may be inferior, sluggish, and obnoxious. But you at least have 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 semblance of class.

" 𝗦𝗔𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡. "

you seeing this shit

In order to defeat my copy. . . I shall become a Yo-Yo Man. I will attain this power. . . the state of yo.

Grabbing her arm. An incredibly tight grip.

⠀ nessie. anyway did I cook for that pin

My loathesome copy. . .

⠀ nessie. feel like if metal could talk it would sound like a really bad sonic utau

—?! Cool? What was with this lady? No, he could not talk.

He would just stare. What did this one want?

A quick jolt from the noise, dropping her. He didn't understand. This woman wasn't even threatened. . . Strange, distorted noises came from the robot. He looked confused.

Well. . . there's not much he can do about his new surroundings. . . . time to boost toward NiGHTS. Claws ready to attack.

A quick turn to the left and right. . . . where did the faker end up this time?

Why would she—? He would make his way up to her. Putting a claw beneath her chin. . . before grabbing. Giving a look that seemed like 'what do you want.'

He would begin approaching.

This one wasn't even fazed. . . The robot would slowly step closer.

. . . the Nightmaren.

Probably the big explosion.

A quick turn. Red eyes piercing into her.

Stare. . .

Good. In the meantime. Cue explosions.

One more of those. Yes.

A soulless killing machine.

The doppelganger has been deployed once again.

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