<{ @stalking-sentinels }> [A small screen within the depths of Playtime Co. flickered on, the singular eye undeniably recognizable. The presence that was presumed lost to the void had returned. Despite not in its complete form, and that was Harley Sawyer.] [The lone eye was watching the amalgamation of flesh and machinery, The Prototype move across the hallways. Oblivious to The Doctor's obvious presence. The eye twitched slightly upwards, almost amused before switching screens to another just above Elliot's adopted son.] "Well now... I see that you haven't succeeded in executing the little germ from the outside world." [A voice through the screen spoke, mocking and amused. Not even trying to hide it because this time, no one could harm him.]
1006 Had just finished dealing with the intruder, planning to continue with his plans involving poppy. While moving through the hallways, he failed to notice that he was being watched by an old annoyance. At least, until said annoyance spoke up. Prototype hadn’t thought much when the doctor had died, seeing as a means to an end anyway. When the man addressed him, he turned to the screen, staring at it in vague surprise. “I thought they got rid of you.” He spoke in a mixture of multiple distorted voices. Though a bit difficult for the untrained ear, those familiar with his way of speech could make out his irritation. “I assume you didn’t return of your own volition.” He asked, returning the mocking tone.