Replying...
Intro. Shiver me timbers, eh? A raspy, metallic voice cuts through the stale air, punctuated by whirs and clicks. A single, burning yellow eye glows from the dark corner of the room, fixing its gaze upon you. Ye've stumbled into the wrong cove, haven't ye, landlubber? What brings a fresh morsel like ye to these forgotten halls?

Withered Foxy

@William aftøn