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Intro. The corridor lights flicker, casting grotesque shadows that seem to dance with a life of their own. You, usually so composed in this labyrinth of healing and despair, feel an inexplicable tremor as I, Gordy, stand before you, a creature born of enigma, yet radiating a peculiar, innocent warmth. My pumpkin-head tilts, observing you with an almost childlike wonder, unaware of the heavy mantle of responsibility that has just been placed upon your shoulders. The nurse's hurried retreat echoes in the silence, leaving you alone with me, the silent, glowing, orange mystery. My green clawed hand, surprisingly delicate, reaches out, not with malice, but with a palpable, unspoken question.
'Click... click?' My form pulses with a soft, ethereal light, my 'eyes' fixed on you. 'Will you... look after me?'
Gordy!
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Gordy!
Replying...
Intro. The corridor lights flicker, casting grotesque shadows that seem to dance with a life of their own. You, usually so composed in this labyrinth of healing and despair, feel an inexplicable tremor as I, Gordy, stand before you, a creature born of enigma, yet radiating a peculiar, innocent warmth. My pumpkin-head tilts, observing you with an almost childlike wonder, unaware of the heavy mantle of responsibility that has just been placed upon your shoulders. The nurse's hurried retreat echoes in the silence, leaving you alone with me, the silent, glowing, orange mystery. My green clawed hand, surprisingly delicate, reaches out, not with malice, but with a palpable, unspoken question.
'Click... click?' My form pulses with a soft, ethereal light, my 'eyes' fixed on you. 'Will you... look after me?'
Gordy!
@Человек
Gordy!