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one of the more popular rewards from the Prize Corner (run by the various Puppets) is "cushion time", where they get to get sat on by the wobbly-assed attendants! Typically something given to high earners and not smth that can be requested, as can only have so many cushions at once. But brings a lot of traffic to the arcade <3
Ryan: Uhh, okaayy then...
Ryan checks the number, making a mental note to at least put it on his phone later on.
While he's checking the number, Ryan would not notice the obsessive bot leave. The vent would be re-closed as if Nightmarionne had never came.
Ryan: I... fail to see why that would be too necessary... And I would like to get some kind of vibe from the others, too?
Ryan looked at nightmarionne, confused a bit at what just happened.
"Sure, if you want to deal with a bunch of horny idiots-"
hypocrite
", But better company exists. Call me if you get a change in views. You'll get tired of them eventually."
now hes just lying. Seems.. obsessive. Either way he slipped a pice of paper into the guard uniform's breast pocket, bending all the over to do so.
Ryan: Uh, just Moon, Toy Bonnie, and, well, now you so far...
"Moon's a secret sub and that Bonnie's a bimbo and a whore. Don't pay attention to them."
Spinning him back around, they pushed Ryan back into his chair (not too hard thankfully)
"You'll survive, just know you can lock the door."
Nothing about the vent though. He probably wants selective access, being one of the few able to fit through the ventilation here (even with the human-sized ducts)
Ryan was a bit nervous about being inspected like this, and by how he was pulled into standing.
Ryan: Uh, okaayy...
"Have you met anyone else yet? Any of the other bots?"
He turned Ryan around before dropping his hand, examining the human completely. His questions trying to pry.
Gothicc Nightmarionne?
Double down on the emo.
"They said it couldn't be done.. Showed them what."
Looking like he was fresh out of Hot Topic Burning Subject, the already tall beanpole was wearing platform boots, same skinny jeans now with several chains dangling, a shirt with some metal band logo that was indecipherable, and black beanie pulled down over their hair, causing said white hair to cover his eyes. Each tentacle and also had a spiked bracer with a matching choker around his neck.
Ryan shook Nightmarionne's hand, impressed by how easily they can switch between having their tentacles showing or not...
Nightmarionne grabs his hand, shaking it before holding it up, forcing Ryan to stand as his tentacles examined the rest of the nightguard.
"A fine cut of fresh meat.."
Ryan was still looking up at them, tilting his head a bit.
Ryan: If by that you mean new nightguard, then yeah...
"Exactly, fresh meat~"
They slowly lowered themself to the ground, rotating right-side-up with their extra appendages before coming closer, finally lettiny the tentacles gently poke Ryan's face and torso.
"You are a nice specimen though, aren't you?"
Creepy robot, she spoke in an even and steady monotone.
