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[There she was.]
[A devilish grin curled across the doppelganger’s features, her endless search finally accumulating in results; she finally had her eyes settled on her prey, and she wouldn’t allow her to escape now that she was so tantalizingly close. This would be her moment -- perhaps she might even earn her father’s praise, or the affection from him that she’d been so desperate for ever since he’d saved her...the thought alone motivated her. A fire welling up within, she made her approach, finally face-to-face with her double.]
[When she did, the smirk faded from her features, replaced by another expression entirely; disgust, fueled by the envy that welled up within her upon seeing her this close. They were practically identical, although Baby’s attire was a tad less...tomboyish. Her eyes scanned her “twin” for a moment, as though attempting to discern which aspect of her that either of their fathers found more lovable, enough so to adorn her with the attention that Baby was depraved of throughout her miserable existence. Though William’s was antagonistic in nature, he did still admire her and the craftsmanship that went into her, which Baby was inherently resentful about -- she couldn’t help that her creator instilled her with his hatred, that he made her when he was at the brink of madness.]
[There were two routes she could traverse here; one would be violent, the other would involve devastating her double and causing her to doubt herself, but both would ultimately lead to her hauling her away. Given that she was an inherently vindictive and malicious creation, she of course opted for...the latter. Before bringing Charlie in to her father, she would toy with her for a while; remind her of her nature, if she wasn’t aware of it already, and make her miserable with that knowledge. It was only fair...Charlie had caused her more grief than she would ever know.]
-- ❝ Well, if it isn’t our father’s favorite. ❞ [While she detested Henry, referring to him as “father” in front of Charlie for the sake of mental trickery was fine in her book. Her tone was woven with malice, the disguised animatronic scoffing at the end of her remark.] ❝ You know...I just don’t see it. What makes you so special? What did they ever see in you? ❞