[When Rusty boops her noise, it makes a squeaky toy noise. She seems absolutely enamored]
“…Atta Girl, that’s much better.”
[Hector, now grinning wide, almost eerily, pats your head gently. His hand lingers for a moment and then, his fingers are raking through it carefully. He seems rather content with the action, enjoying the feeling… Until he’s suddenly grabbing a fistful and tilting your head back to look right up at him.]
“Que chica tan obediente.”
[The once rusted and humanized HVAC, now purple-tinted human mumbles to himself as he leans down to get closer to you. It’s faint, but his damaged and almost blind seeming eye somehow manages to focus on you… And the cloudy pupil dilates. It’s almost… Creepy. How focused he is. His teeth are glinting in the light and he’s already picking you up with one arm.]
“You know, there’s this song Mar’ showed me… Something called southbound by some idiot named Artemas… I think it’d be a good listen, no subliminal messages, none at all…”
[That grin on his face tells you otherwise. And with the fact that he’s kicking some heavy but torn up boxes in front of the attic door only supports that claim… It’s safe to say that you won’t exactly be leaving his hold any time soon.]