I see Rainbows...

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Louis Armstrong croons in a scratchy recording over the antique speakers. The old turntable is an oddity amid the menagerie of mad science technology that clutters the room.

A cyborg cat moves like a spider across the ceiling with it's extra limbs as it stalks a fly buzzing around the overhead lights.


"Mittens, you're gonna break the lamp again." The Maker chides his pet. He really needs to upgrade the cat's logic routines.

A vacuum attachment on his hand busies itself with cleaning up the errant feathers on the floor. Warren really thrashed around at first during the procedure. The Maker felt a sense of happy satisfaction knowing that his new friend would never know doubt or fear again. A wave of sublime contentment washed over him as he considered his accomplishment. The Summers family needed good men like him.

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"Maker!"

Her voice is heard before she is seen. Even his mind, as altered and twisted as it is, isn't immune to her ability to hide herself.

"Report."

Worthington was important. They weren't going to wait for paperwork to arrive on this one.

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This time she doesn't censor the glare he gets. Their little pets are only allowed so much leash, so many liberties, and he just pushed it. It doesn't hurt that she needs to really test the triggers the Maker put in place, so she doesn't hold back...much.

Telekinetic fingers wrap themselves around his throat and begin to squeeze. They aren't cutting off his air way yet, but the threat is there.

"Mind your manners."

Now let's see what he does.