Smiling Critters STILL continues on...

Killy was stuck in his own head as the Lynx twins tried to not laugh at his inner turmoil. "Hey, don't worry Killy, you could probably prove yourself... worth living, or useful to the Prototype if you tried to go on a killing spree or something?" Lovely offers as she holds back a snicker from Killy who looks over at the Lynx twins. "Yeah... I probably could..." he says as he kept looking at the twins, almost studying them for something. "Why not get out there and see how many scientists you could kill, or maybe the orphans?" Lively suggests tiredly as he clings to his sister. "I doubt he'd want the orphans killed off, especially since-" Killy stops himself since he knew what was going to happen. "Yeah, but you could at least prove yourself worth in other ways, why not go find the uhh... Smiling Critters or other toys and attack them?" Lovely said as she leans back against the cave wall. "As much as I'd want to I doubt I'd be able to, especially since he's in charge and he doesn't take kindly to those who go against him" Killy explained to the two lynx in front of him. "I guess that is true... but it could always be worse, what if you don't try at all and the Prototype gets mad at you and sees it as a sign of weakness, you'll be seen as a weak toy that he could easily overpower and kill for his own use, we all know that he is willing to go to any length to get what he wants" Lively Lynx tilts his head as Killy starts to consider the possibility that he may look weak in front of the Prototype, he reminds himself that weakness is what brought him to the factory in the first place, it was himself that caused his parents to give up on him at a young age... or maybe he always lived in the factory? Killy wasn't sure anymore... was he created in the factory, or was he brought there, did he have parents, who were the people that he keeps imagining in his head, are they the ones that he wish would've adopted him, he used to have a real name as well... he had a name once, it wasn't always Killy Willy... but why couldn't he remember his name, why couldn't he remember being human? Killy kept looking at his arms and hands, his claws, his black fur that was covered with eyes, those eyes were also reflecting his face back at him, he hated that he could see so much, he felt like a fly... a small insignificant little fly who got caught in a spider's web. A web that had him trapped, a web of a spider who clipped his wings and torn them off at a painfully young age, and there was no way he could get them back... there was no way he could ever get them back.