[There wasn't even any time to say anything, and she couldn't even react or push Motochika out of the way. Freddy had already went straight for him, and the bullets didn't even work.
It was like in slow motion; Sen was watching Freddy attempt to kill Motochika so that he will be stuffed into a suit.
She won't let Freddy touch him.
It was like something snapped inside her mind, a kind of strange survival mechanism to protect themselves, as well as vengeance, that had her practically lunge at the animatronic with the dented chair, using the legs to sharply crush the robot's side. It wasn't going to shatter to pieces (since lord knows why they seem so resilient or what's inside of them) until she repeatedly beat its head in with the chair.]
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It was like in slow motion; Sen was watching Freddy attempt to kill Motochika so that he will be stuffed into a suit.
She won't let Freddy touch him.
It was like something snapped inside her mind, a kind of strange survival mechanism to protect themselves, as well as vengeance, that had her practically lunge at the animatronic with the dented chair, using the legs to sharply crush the robot's side. It wasn't going to shatter to pieces (since lord knows why they seem so resilient or what's inside of them) until she repeatedly beat its head in with the chair.]