[ The distance between them is getting smaller and smaller as the seconds tick by. The static in the radio grows louder, and there's almost the sound of a man's voice in the midst of it, but it's so distorted and jumbled that it's incredibly difficult to make out what that voice is trying to say. What a pity.
But it's determined, for a heap of grotesque scrap metal. In one moment, it almost appears it's locked onto something, and starts bolting faster down the corridor, as if in a panic - but psh, it's a robot, robots don't have feelings.
There is a brief saving grace, however - an animatronic head mounted on the wall has a lightbulb placed inside, and the flickering light suddenly causes the contraption on the ceiling to pause, and twitch it's head almost violently. It even takes a few steps back, the whirring noises cutting in and out. Might be a good idea to take note of that, and then find a good hiding spot. ]
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But it's determined, for a heap of grotesque scrap metal. In one moment, it almost appears it's locked onto something, and starts bolting faster down the corridor, as if in a panic - but psh, it's a robot, robots don't have feelings.
There is a brief saving grace, however - an animatronic head mounted on the wall has a lightbulb placed inside, and the flickering light suddenly causes the contraption on the ceiling to pause, and twitch it's head almost violently. It even takes a few steps back, the whirring noises cutting in and out. Might be a good idea to take note of that, and then find a good hiding spot. ]