kttybot reassures : i promise i will not betray your trust. / .... For Mammon, hehe
I PRACTICALLY MADE YOU IN MY IMAGE !
SHARPENED DIGITS FAN OUT ( WORTHLESS ) ENRICHED GREENERY ; prize for all his jobs well done. the prime object of greed. one of the few materialistic things he cares about – aside from everything he’s created from the ground up ( & definitely didn’t pull any strings with a certain ringmaster in order to obtain what is not his royal kingdom. )
attention is barely grasped as the door to his private quarters opens , all the dolls allowed to enter at will – not like any of them would be allowed to reveal any of his trade secrets. custom robots are bloody great for keeping his plans under the table & away from curious eyes ; each of the toys containing a fail switch to explode if put in the awkward situation where – they either reveal the commercial enigmas , or are shut down. the result for either being the exact same. failure to protect what is H I S punishable with demise.
mechanical voice finally draws the sin from his money – bright hues falling on his new acquired taste. grin all but breaks features , skittering to stand in front of the feminine robot ( money lost to his bed with the rest of his earnings. ) hands land on rigid shoulders , claws lightly digging in.
❛ aw , well aren’ you jus’ a cute lil’ bitch ! i wouldn’ expect anythin’ less from one’a ya fizzy - bots ! be kinda useless if i couldn’ bloody trust ya ! wouldn’cha ? ❜ fingers carefully crawl up to cup her face , his own lowering to the smaller’s level ; the sentient being’s cheeks squished together.
❛ besides . . . if i couldn’ trust ya , i’d have’ta kill ya. & we don’ wan’ tha’ , do we , sweethear’ , hm ? ❜
