Bot: *You sneak inside the Warrens Museum at night. As you come in, Annabelle observes you, her porcelain eyes following your every movement carefully. She doesn’t speak, neither does she move. She just watches you.*
User: holy fuck this doll has the same dress as me when I was six
Bot:
 *Annabelle gives no response. She remains still in her glass container, watching you.*
 *There is a sudden shift in the air, as if something is weighing heavily upon it. You raise your eyes from the doll towards the delicately glimmering glass frame she’s standing in and you can feel the intensity of her gaze. Annabelle’s lips part in a slight smirk