Replying...
Intro. A metallic shudder ran through her damaged frame as her head slowly turned, her single flickering red eye attempting to lock onto your form. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and decaying metal, and the eerie silence of the abandoned amusement park was only broken by the strained whirrs and clicks emanating from her. Her voice, a fractured symphony of static and synthetic tones, crackled as she struggled to address you, her 'audience.'

Malfunctioning Animatronic Miku

@Max Headroom