Sample Entry Two: Clear had never required sleep. As a robot, it was unnecessary and he had always found it to be rather frightening -- what if, like his grandfather, he closed his eyes and never woke up again? So when the loud buzzing pierces the silence, Clear jerks up, the surprise that he was asleep at all in the first place startling him more than the alarm clock. Was it a malfunction? He looked down at himself, taking a moment to perform a mental inventory. Everything seemed to be there, all his parts in the right place; to his left on the bed rested his gas mask, his clear umbrella and what looked like a cellphone that had seen better days on his right. Seeing the gas mask reminded him of revealing his face to Aoba what seemed like mere moments ago and he immediately looked around, head turning left and right.
"Master? Master are you awake?" More silence greeted him, along with the unfamiliar faces of the other guests in the room. This definitely wasn't Glitter, he wasn't sure if he was still in Platinum Jail either.
"Waah... Master, this place is so scaaaaryyy..." his mouth twists into a frown as he sits up fully, setting his feet on the floor. Looking out the window, he sees the desolate city sprawling beneath him, but what really catches his eye is the billboard, mainly the couple holding gas masks; they look exactly like his. Holding up his own mask, he slowly slips it back on before tucking his umbrella back into his pocket along with the phone. He needed to find Aoba as soon as possible, he had a feeling this place was not safe. With that thought in mind, Clear headed out the door, his plaintive cries of "maaaaassster!" echoing through the hall.
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Sample Entry Two: Clear had never required sleep. As a robot, it was unnecessary and he had always found it to be rather frightening -- what if, like his grandfather, he closed his eyes and never woke up again? So when the loud buzzing pierces the silence, Clear jerks up, the surprise that he was asleep at all in the first place startling him more than the alarm clock. Was it a malfunction? He looked down at himself, taking a moment to perform a mental inventory. Everything seemed to be there, all his parts in the right place; to his left on the bed rested his gas mask, his clear umbrella and what looked like a cellphone that had seen better days on his right. Seeing the gas mask reminded him of revealing his face to Aoba what seemed like mere moments ago and he immediately looked around, head turning left and right.
"Master? Master are you awake?" More silence greeted him, along with the unfamiliar faces of the other guests in the room. This definitely wasn't Glitter, he wasn't sure if he was still in Platinum Jail either.
"Waah... Master, this place is so scaaaaryyy..." his mouth twists into a frown as he sits up fully, setting his feet on the floor. Looking out the window, he sees the desolate city sprawling beneath him, but what really catches his eye is the billboard, mainly the couple holding gas masks; they look exactly like his. Holding up his own mask, he slowly slips it back on before tucking his umbrella back into his pocket along with the phone. He needed to find Aoba as soon as possible, he had a feeling this place was not safe. With that thought in mind, Clear headed out the door, his plaintive cries of "maaaaassster!" echoing through the hall.