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Robots. [Gregory reiterates, leaning in so that he can look close at Vampire with those two huge, brown eyes of his.] If you don't even know what those are...then you're definitely not one. Unless you're just trying to trick me.

[But they hadn't been so crafty as to do that before. They were too rigid, too calculated to do anything but the quickest route from A to B, which meant just chasing Gregory down directly as opposed to playing mind games. Still though...

He's wary. And that's why he's not going to move that cup.]

Maybe I'm dreaming too...I dunno how else this could be happening.

So, like wafflebots or somethin'?

[Vampire crinkles his face up. He doesn't know much about wafflebots, or by extension, robots. It's a pretty esoteric field, around the kingdom, and definitely not one of his. His fields are drinking, napping, and maybe the occasional prank. Vampire does, however, know that wafflebots are usually trouble, so it only follows that "animatronics" are too.]

Is that what was making all that racket? Geez, that coulda woken me up if I was all the way dead!

Robot. And...yeah. They're trying to get me.

[Said racket seems to have let up, at least for now. Monty had realized that he wasn't going to be able to get in that way, so he's moved to instead patrol the outside hall. Gregory couldn't stay in the security office forever...not when they all have limited power.]

Dunno if it's safe for me to leave right now anyways...I think Monty's still outside.

Eesh.

[Okay, okay, he's starting to get the picture. There's a bunch of robots around this "pizzaplex" place and they're after this kid for... some reason. Why? How? Good questions, but Vampire really cannot be assed to either ask them or care.

Still, the gears are turning creakily in his head. Sure sounds like they both need to find a way out. And hell, Vampire's already been rendered pretty useless simply via plastic cup, so what's he got to lose?

Anyway, witch-thing or not, he's still pretty sure this is a kid. Who's in trouble. There's a part of him that wants to say this isn't worth it and to try to find his own way out of this mess, but... at his core, Vampire likes people. Especially those who don't jump to conclusions about him. He makes an extended hum-whine sound as he considers this, then releases it into a sigh and slaps his hands against the side of the cup.]

Hey, witch kid! Lemme help ya then. We both gotta get out of here, right?

Witch? I'm not a witch!

[He doesn't clock the fact that Vampire means that literally; he's just assuming it's some kind of weird insult, which explains why he's pouting as he glowers down at Vampire through the slighty foggy exterior of the cup.]

And...I guess, but how are you s'posed to help me? Even Freddy can't get me out of here, and he's like...a million times taller than both of us.

[Freddy can't leave the facility, which is his excuse. But even so...the pair have reached a lot of blockades over the last four or five hours, and Gregory feels no closer to getting out than he had been when he first got locked in.]

Uh... you're not?

[Vampire blinks, confused by that for a moment, then shrugs. It probably doesn't matter that much.]

Eh, whatever. Well, I might be small compared to you, but I'm still Vampire Cookie. I can at least fly and see in the dark, right? And if you're not a witch, then I bet you can't.

No, I'm not. I'm a kid.

[As if that explains...anything.]

You're a vampire too? You don't really look like one...

[Though he guesses with the little coat he's wearing and the iced on fangs, he kiiindof maybe looks like a vampire? A punk vampire?

God. This is so weird.]

I have to be dreaming. Cookies can't fly, much less talk...

[Gregory shakes his head a little, suddenly moving the card case from the cup while keeping his hand firmly on top of it.]

But, whatever. Fine. I'll let you out...but if you're just trying to trick me, I'll trap you and leave you here. Got it?

Whaaaaaaaaat, says who! Of course we can! Well, okay, maybe not all of us can fly, but. I am a vampire, whatever I look like.

[As if to demonstrate, Vampire starts floating in the limited space the cup affords him. He starts to hold his hand out to swirl around his wine glass, before remembering he doesn't have it right now and just staring sadly at his empty hand. He seems to recover from that quickly enough though, smiling again and waving a hand lazily at Gregory.]

Wouldn't dream of it. You could crumble me in an instant if ya wanted to, even without magic.

Yeah...

[He could also eat him, which he almost says, but Vampire seemed...particularly afraid of that notion before. And even if Vampire hadn't been touching the table where god knows what else has been, even he has a few hangups about eating something...alive.

So, no. He's not curious to eat this cookie, at least not right now.

There's a pregnant pause where Gregory still seems pretty...hesitant to let Vampire go, but there's little area for him to escape to in here. Even if he can fly, he could hide easily from Gregory anywhere, but he wouldn't be able to leave. Ugh, it's just all so weird...

He finally just lifts the cup quickly before he can think better of it, like ripping off a band-aid.]

There. Don't get your hopes up about leaving this room yet though...gotta make sure the coast is clear.

These robot things're that bad, huh?

[Vampire just floats up and settles himself onto Gregory's shoulder once he's freed. Seems as good a vantage point as any.]

This is one weird restaurant. Hope it's at least got good pizza.

You got a name, by the way, or should I just keep calling you Witch Ki- uhhhhh, Kid?

Bad? They're all trying to kill me.

[...]

Or, at least...they wanna catch me, and bring me to her. Both are bad.

Freddy's okay though. He's been trying to help me, but...I've lost contact with him. I dunno where he is right now.

[Okay, he hopes. Probably trying to find him, if their last correspondence is anything to go by.]

I'm Gregory.

[Another pause.]

The pizza gets old after a while.

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