>>35840141>"Oh.">The same voice, vaguely feminine but a mockery of true humanity all the same.>"Of course you are. Humans have arms, do they not?">The figure took a step further, and suddenly Bonbon tensed.>It was almost human.>Gaping holes were in its chest, in its head, like it was an unfinished painting.>Every step connected to the glowing red dot was staggered and drew the slithering hiss of snake-like cables behind it, like a wedding train.
"W-what are you?">Her voice was gone, stolen by this thing approaching her.>"I am L.Y.R.A. LYrical wRiting Assistant.">Finally the tip of the light reached it, exposing a pale, slender foot.>Like skin that had never seen the light.>BonBon kept her weapon raised as LYRA took another step, then another, until she was staring at...>Something not-quite-human, but not-quite-robot.>It was filled with holes, and only had one eye, and its jaw was hanging loosely in its mouth.>Even so the jaw moved up and down in its socket as it spoke, its voice still as soft and demure as ever.>"Is that a fire-arm? My Father told me of them. Are you going to shoot me?">Bonbon shuddered at the monotone, uncaring voice.>As if shooting her were just another day.
"W-what are you?">"I am L.Y.R.A. LYrical wRiting Assistant."
"You mentioned a father," Bonbon said after a shuddering breath, "Where is he?">Lyra seemed to sag, as much as a robot *could*.>"Gone. For many years now. I fear the worst...">Robots were often abandoned by their owners when their usefulness was at an end, but the way Lyra looked, she never was useful to begin with.>Bonbon finally holstered her weapon, but she kept it in her grip.>This robot, it felt unlike any other.>"Are you here to return me to him? I miss him terribly."
"I... No. I'm with the police. Someone reported crying. Is there anyone else in there with you?">This thing didn't seem hostile, even if it were creepy.>"No. I have been here many years, and no one has come to see me."