“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” Hacker declared as he took a scissor and scalpel in hand. He was getting his recharger chair back even if he had to take it by force. Nobody stopped the Hacker from finishing his Lego Wreaker. “Oh Mollllyyyyy,” he sang. “Could you come here please?”
Oh? She's being summoned! That was a first! She wondered what he wanted. Maybe send her on a super special 'molly-only' mission. Or... or maybe he had a treat for her! Man, she hoped it was a treat. Molly wastes no time setting down her toys, hurriedly making her way over to him. "Comin' , bossh!"
That goofy grin of hers almost immediately dropped when she catches sight of what was in his hand. Now, she wasn't worried at all about the scissors. Scissors meant a lot of things! Arts and crafts, a haircut, and getting rid of those itchy tags on shirts.
No, no. She was... more wary of his OTHER tool. It felt oddly familiar, like she’d see it before, but somewhere much, much worse. She can’t help but slow her footing down, taking a few steps away. Why did it make her feel so-- panicked? The very sight makes her stomach churn. An aching pit she couldn’t make go away. “Um-” Ahem. "What’sh that for, Bossh?” Who knew! Maybe he was simply asking her to help open packages-! One could only hope, right?
