Metallic vines of fingers have grown accustom
to weaving circuit boards back together, every
limb moving in tandem to repair the old fox. Not
even death could grasp the animatronics but-
once torn apart, they could experience a simulation
of death’s embrace. Screwing the hook back into
place the bot was almost complete, repetitive
twitching && jerk movements however were starting
to become annoying.
“ѕтαу ѕтιℓℓ, ιт ωση'т вє мυ¢н ℓσηﻭєя.”
