Insecure

Sileas took her sweet time with approaching the unknown beast; A giggle bubbling out from petite painted lips.

If
she must guess- by its distressed noises alone- then the puppet wouldve
said that the creature was a blubbering coward. Not that anything was
wrong with that. She adores the faint of heart! In all her time hunting,
she found them to be the most unpredictable of the harvest pool; And
therefore the most delectable.

Recognizing the language to be (nearly) the same as her previous victim, she clears her throat,

“My dear, must you hide?”

She tries to coo, but her voice cracks, bouncing off the walls of the
makeshift hideaway. It was nearly impossible to interpret the puppet at
times with her mangled vocal chords.

A human hand rises from its
postion on a jutted hip to sheild her eyes. The light was starting to
wear her patience thin…What kind of stunt was the creature trying to
pull?

“Come now, Cast away your light. You only
…make this difficult!”

With her three fingered claw failing to
fit in the opening, she fishes one talon in after the Repairman. It took
a few minutes but her claw finally connects with (what she assumed was)
its body. Sileas hooked around it, yanking it out into the sunlight….

“Ugh.”

A look of disgust flashes across her patchy face as she tried to flick some black…something off her beautiful purple nail.

The Repairman heard something else entirely. He stopped shaking and looked at this thing in confusion.

“Mush will try?” he asked. “What does that mean?”

He was quick to shrink back, however, when he remembered what he was talking to.

“U-um,” he stammered, trying to cover his siren light, “I-i can’t t-turn it off unt-til…”

He trailed off, glimpsing at the crack in the Wall. An idea was starting to form….

“Waugh!”

He looked around desperately for an escape as the thing clawed for him, but there was none. He yelped as the claw went right into him and scooped a small part of him out.

As the…person?…was occupied with flicking the ink off her finger, he cleared his throat.

“…Y-you wanted to know about that, uh, ‘magic gate’?” he asked, hoping that would buy him some time.