We. We . . .

[ the faceplates rise. notable loose eye on the side of it's head tries its hardest to peek towards Mokou. teeth are almost animated, forcing a smile. ]

There are many of us in this body. Thanks to

[ progressively, the voice becomes more feminine, ] her.

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⠀⠀/ /⠀i love the portrayal in this little short. it's so fascinating
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We used to be entertainment.

Now, we are not so sure.

[ it almost sounds like the voices are overlapping, somber sounding, as it stands to its full height. ]

Free,

but feared.

Humans don't like to see us together. We wonder, always, if it would be easier to look like them.

Very

Very

Interesting

:>

[ dropping from the ceiling, a foot away from them. it's almost frail - looking body moves barely like an intact animatronic, but it's curious, multitude of eyes in its wires all face Mokou. ]

Are you human?

[ something like a clown mask is staring them down. the constant whirring is like an uneven, inhuman breathing. ]

You're a new one.

[ mechanical whirring from above. oh. It's hanging from the ceiling. ]

Ww e're cold t oo, Mich ael

[ through the window tapping with its gross little wire hand ]

muse does not have a determined age, but is composed of dead children's souls.

mun is 25+ , they / he / fae.

penned by raine.

independent portrayal of ennard. follows the theory of a multi - possessed amalgamation — the spirit of Elizabeth being the forefront, and Circus Baby's A.I. piloting. remnants of MCI conjoined as agony.

very heavy and dark themes ahead.