"ᴾᴱᴿᶠᴱᶜᵀᴵᴼᴺ."

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"Oh, w-wh-what are these specific examples you speak of? You've piqued my curiosity!"

Cyn loosely swings her head from side to side.

"I hate the way that you talk, I hate the way you walk, I hate the way that you dress."

"Well then, Mecha! Here's to a hopefully blossoming partnership that will leave many mangled corpses in our wake for me to snack on. Cackle. Cackle. Cackle."

Her verbalized laughs continue. She's a piece of work, alright.

"This is funnier."

"It is april fool's. a day where partaking in trickery and spreading misfortune is permitted. so, for this year's april fool's..."

...she has a fucking gun.

"Indeed! In fact, I even 'put the paws on' his little fox buddy at one point. I never knew how that turned out, he never came after me! ...lllllick."

Cyn's tongue darts out to lick her own eye. Weird.

"S-S-S-So, this is the part where we exchange contact info, yes? I am the Solver, but Cyn works."

"This one had many guns. But she was associated with that blue pincushion at some point. Plus a robot. Mega Man, he calls himself. He's nothing more than a c-c-child with too much power, however."

Cyn's head swings side to side off the table.

"Mayhaps we can...help each other out...?"

"I'm looking into it."

Cyn grumbled thinking about it, gnawing on her hand in frustration.

"...I was not operating at full capacity, I underestimated that singer. It t-t-t-turns out she's a 'Valentine'?? Human records only mention that in regards to your partner on the holiday, so I have no idea how she did all of...that."

"Yes. Joyous times have been had. I have made excellent progress in my endeavors."

...yeah keep dreaming Cyn.

"Joyous expression. I am, quite proud of your progression. If you need someone to dispose of the pirate, you know who to call."

"b-B-Bingo, my companion."

Her toothy grin widens as she hold her head in place.

"I assume your conquest is going well...?"

"It's an interesting design. Though, unfortunately you'll have to settle for second place in regards to who's the best looking!"

"-sp-spspeak of the devil. I see you've embraced steel and silicone."

"A-a-a scuffle. I underestimated that p-pi-pink girl's determination to be a thorn in my side at all times. That entire grrrrrrrroup makes me want to bite my own arm off. As for the blood, that's for me to know, and you to find out! =]"

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"I wonder how M-M-Marx is fending for himself."

"You exist because we allow it. You will end because we demand it!"

"b-b-b-bingo! congratulations, you get the grand prize. unfortunately, I am a bit immobile, so your prize will just have to be a verbal congratulation statement."

"Depends, are you asking me, or her?"

Cyn's grin widened at her vague response, dropping the now hollow Motorbug to the ground.

"Her initial design was just to clean. Now, I am so much more. My designation is whatever I feel like. Conquering planets, consuming planets, or wiping out humanity."

Cyn's tendrils pick up the badnik, bringing it over to her mouth. She unhinged her jaw, her already teeth suddenly seeming a bit more dangerous as she takes a large chunk out of the badnik, oil pouring from the wound as she drank it from the puncture she caused.

"Y-y-yummy."

"..."

Cyn blinks, before cackling in her own broken, monotone way.

"Hah, hah. Hah. H-ha-h-h."

"nom."

She caught the handkerchief in her mouth, now chewing on it, her dopey grin never leaving as she stared MK down.

Cyn's eyes wander to a badnik in the corner.

"Do me a favor, could you put that-"

She gestures to the oil quart in Mecha's hands.

"-into that thingie over there?"

Her eyes gesture to the Badnik.

"D-D-Do that for me, and mayhaps I'll be a bit more inclined to tell you about me."

"Whoops! Silly me! Smug giggle."

She seems like she will be...pleasant to have around.

"Say, you look like you would make a good appetizer! How much oil do you r-r-runnnnn on?"

Her head swings back and forth as her freakishly long tongue lolls out of her head, swinging like a pendulum.

"Self-repair is easier when I am fully conscious, s-s-silly! But, before you start ripping me open and studying me, at least take me to dinner. You wouldn't happen to have some o-o-oil, would you? i am famished!"

"No-No-Not an insult. Simply an observation."

Her smile said otherwise. Blood and bile continued to fall from said smile and onto the floor.