You are UNBELIEVABLY RUDE to attack this nice young puppet who is trying to help. Despite this, the door opens.
You enter a MAIN ROOM. The GENERAL LAYOUT is very open, but unlike in the image JUST LINKED because hussie is a fucking DICK and never gave us all the details on the alphas, you find the room decorated with ROBOT PARTS AND HORSE THINGS. You can't outrun the HORSES. They are already HERE.
The ROBOT PARTS are strewn casually about, like someone was working on them. The HORSES are carefully placed to be a chaotic mess. There is, surprisingly, food in the kitchen, and the WIRES are much neater and more organized because FIRE HAZARDS are for IDIOTS.
You start to feel CREEPING UNHAPPINESS. You are alone here. You remember that wherever you look. You are alone, and no one is here beside you. The robots can help you pretend, but you CAN'T LIE TO YOURSELF. A sense of AUTONOMY tries to outweigh the loneliness, but it is IMPOSSIBLE. You are alone.
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You enter a MAIN ROOM. The GENERAL LAYOUT is very open, but unlike in the image JUST LINKED because hussie is a fucking DICK and never gave us all the details on the alphas, you find the room decorated with ROBOT PARTS AND HORSE THINGS. You can't outrun the HORSES. They are already HERE.
The ROBOT PARTS are strewn casually about, like someone was working on them. The HORSES are carefully placed to be a chaotic mess. There is, surprisingly, food in the kitchen, and the WIRES are much neater and more organized because FIRE HAZARDS are for IDIOTS.
You start to feel CREEPING UNHAPPINESS. You are alone here. You remember that wherever you look. You are alone, and no one is here beside you. The robots can help you pretend, but you CAN'T LIE TO YOURSELF. A sense of AUTONOMY tries to outweigh the loneliness, but it is IMPOSSIBLE. You are alone.
You are alone.
You are alone.