𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥﹖{{ E҉N҉N҉A҉R҉D҉ }}

[ Creak . . . Creak. He hears it again. This time, he does wrench himself to his feet and look around. There’s a sound, like tapping against wood — but there’s nothing. Likely just a hallucination. He doesn’t care to look further. He doesn’t care to do much of anything. ]

Alex offered him a soft smile as she started to clean up any black gunk. "I'm surprised that I never questioned you being purple."

"Them fighting back and watching their fear only adds to the thrill, it makes the hunt more entertaining." //it's probly obvious by now but i should clarify scrap baby and ghost elizabeth are technically two seperate entities, but are connected and do share memories

" yeah.. ha ha.. hey did you change something this morning...? "

" Hey! Haven't seen you this happy to be in work, like ever.. "

" . . . Y o u ' r e p u r p l e . " *Last time she checked, her dad wasn't a rotting corpse with purple skin.*

- forgot about that . ‘

*Turning her gaze back towards Michael.* " T h e y s h o u l d n ' t b e m e a n t o y o u l i k e t h a t . . . "

"You truly are an interesting lot." "It should be obvious by now that body is not who you think it is, and yet you return to it, continuing to make him suffer... I don't know whether to respect or pity you."

"It just makes you a coward... You really are nothing without me."

*A familiar figure can be seen in the alley...* *Once it gets the feeling of being watched it looks up at the other.*

" . . . N o t m a y b e . . . P l e a s e . "

*She's clearly referring to the spirits inside the robots.* *She's not even sure if they can leave their vessels like she can sometimes, it's mostly just wishful thinking on her end.* *She's also hoping they won't be mad at Mike, like they are when he's alone with them here.*

[OOT] *A strange rustling could be heard just outside.*

‘Well.. what do you think I’m talking about? Sure I’m dead, but I can watch over people like you now. I mean. Not properly, that would be stalking. ‘ - He bites back a sob, he didn’t .. really like talking about this.

She backs of — running away in fear of her life. She's way past reasoning with this thing, She's past any sort of conversation. She's got whatever information there is and she's not risking her life anymore than she had.