"I can't. The others… they are its children. I was not made right. I cannot leave the art room." It looked at their drawing. "But I won't be alone. I have this now."
Leo scrambled up. "Come with me."
A low, guttural click echoed from deep below. The sound of a massive jaw unhinging. poppy playtime for free
Leo’s finger hesitated on the trigger. "I can't
Its bee-striped torso was torn, stuffing leaking like cotton snow. One of its cat ears was gone, revealing a sparking servo. But its single, large, mismatched eye was focused intently on a piece of paper. It hummed its tuneless song as it dragged a crayon across the page. poppy playtime for free
He found the chip. He escaped. He got paid.