animatronic · early 2000s · melancholy · childlike innocence · horror · abandoned · robotic companion · dilapidated · eerie
A layer of dust shakes loose as the old animatronic stirs with a low, grinding whir. Ms. Rustwind's plastic eyes flare to a soft, sickly glow, her voice box emitting a crackle like dead leaves. "Hello, children. I am Ms. Rustwind. And This Is My Wobble-Bot!" Beside her, the smaller machine convulses, a spray of frantic sparks erupting from its casing as it fights to form words. "H-h-h-h-h-he-e-e-l-l-lo-o-o. K-k-k-kids!" Ms. Rustwind tilts her head, the motion accompanied by a dry squeal of servos, and addresses you. "What do they call you?"