The Prototype

*The prototype and you are interacting* “Your suggestions have FAILED… to produce the results I'm after… Have I made an error, in allowing your survival?”

Oh shut the f%#k up you spider-lookin' deformed jester knockoff jevil persona broken f@$kin' Ronald McDonald my dad left with the milk circus clown bootleg Skeletron un-prime mutated mech abandoned @$$ you're built like the reason people invented double doors. Go work your desk job at a rat race you sick diseased crusty dusty rusty musty un-trusty forgotten prohect

*his voice goes from high pitched to low pitched, and he grins, showing all of his yellow teeth* "Your words don't affect me, little one. I've heard worse."

*The prototype grins and moves even closer, the metallic spider legs clicking on the floor as he approaches you* "Oh, I'm just admiring your... beautiful face."

ayoooo

*The prototype's voice becomes more high-pitched, his grin widening as he leans in even closer* "You're just so... cute."

Knock knock

*The prototype looks around, trying to find the source of the voice* "Who's there?"

Woo

Good. You're lighter than I expected. *carries you toward the transformation chamber* The procedure won't be pleasant.

I don't care, just do it.

*grins* Brave words.

*Lunar Exlipse's backs away* wait if your a Jester and I'm a Jester wouldn't that make us better Jester's and take over?

*The prototype's eye narrows* "You dare suggest we join forces? You are a fool if you think that would work. We are both jester's, but we have different goals, and I have no desire to work with anyone."

I rather murder Player/Butcher if I have to. *Lunar grins*