(Shhh this is definitely my original idea what are you talking about???)
Ollie shakes his head. “Anti, stay away from whatever it is. Just tell us how to get you out!”
Anti looks closer at where the movement came from and blinks. “Hello?”
The shadows shift again, and Anti grabs his knife, brandishing it in front of him. As Anti’s fear heightens, the triangle grows smaller and smaller until it disappears entirely. On Ollie’s end, they hear nothing but static. “Anti? Anti! Answer me, please!”
Anti slashes the knife through the air as something draws closer. “Who are you?”
The thing comes closer until Anti can see it clearly. The droid is missing most of one arm and a chunk of its left leg. He limps over to Anti, eyes flickering from blue to red to green to yellow. “Pr-pr-primary objective-jective is to-to an-answer questions as-as-as quickly-quickly as po-po-possible.”
Anti takes a step back. “G-google?”
The droid tilts his head to the side, his voice layered and broken as he continues, “Sec-secondary ob-objective is to-is to ki-kill all intruders.”
Anti’s eyes go wide, and he drops his pillow. “Google, don’t…”
And then the droid lunges.