SILVER: *she looks a bit scared, but also worried about you* i-its nothing!!! *the glitching stops*
*she leads you to a basement uder the house, dispite you might not having a base ment before*
*you arrive at a mini version of Wills workshop, a place that now may gives you very bad memories*
SILVER: well, ill put on a song first
Come down visit the circus
Take a break from the surface
In our twisted factory
You are the spare part we need
Gears grind spring locks are unwound
Bloody belt spinning 'round 'round
You don't know what we've been through
Awful fate we didn't choose
SILVER: kid..whats wrong? its okay.....*she picks you up, and this time you can feel soft fur against your skin, she sets you down closer to herself, the music still playing:
It's a blueprint for fear a dream left rotting
There's a little of me in every body
(Ohwoahwoah!)
There's nowhere left to hide
The assembly line
Keeps on churning until we are one