This roleplay might be creepy for some people, so dont roleplay if your scared easily. OP OCs are allowed, just dont heckin kill

Adam: Sus.

Mannequin: *seems to be watching him/her*

Adam: ........

Mannequin: *seems perfectly still*

Adam: ...eh. *casually starts walking away and keeps looking around*

(Moving can be heard)

Adam: *grabs his knife* WHO’S THERE?!

(The mannequin is now standing in the doorway)

Adam: !

Mannequin: *also seems to be looking directly at him*

Adam: Ayo.. I have a knife. Whoever’s doing this sh*t better stopZ

Mannequin: *loud laughter coming from the room* Pfft! You should have seen his face! *wheeze*

Adam: *grips his knife* Heh. *runs back over* REEEEE-

(He feels a tap on his shoulder)

Adam: AH- *turns around quickly*

Mannequin: SH*T- *slams the door before he got there*

Adam: Well crap. How will I get in now.

Red: Ahem. Truck time.

Adam: Oh, good idea.

Mannequin: *still completely still*

Adam: Okay... *keeps looking around*

(The mannequin is in a position to tap his shoulder and all the other mannequins have their heads turned to look at him)

Adam: Yo... what the hell?!

(a small bit of laughter can be heard but stops immediately for whatever reason)

Adam: *starts running*

???: ZOINKS!

Kris: Interesting....

Mannequin: *seems to be watching him/her*

Kris: Please don't attack me.... Please don't attack me....

Mannequin: *perfectly still*

Kris: Hmmm... How odd...

Mannequin: *seems to have moved a little*

Kris: ... I'm thinking I should get the funk outa here.

(The mannequin seems to chuckle a little, and then as if realizing they blew their cover, shut up and was especially still)

Kris: Yeah. I'm going home......

Mannequin: Cool name. I'm Max.

Kris: Nice.

Mannequin: And no, I don't have a home. How do you think real estate people would react to a heckin living mannequin walking in and asking for a house. The only reason I'm here is because I have nowhere else to go.

Kris: Oh, makes sense.

Mannequin: So, what's your name?

Kris: The name's Kris.

Mannequin: *being especially tense after the accidental chuckle, they quietly but still audibly exhale with relief*

Kris: DID THAT THING JUST BREATHE?!

Mannequin: Yep. I'm made of a mix of porcelain and metal. I can rust.

Kris: Interesting.

Max: Thanks.

Mannequin: Well that's rude.

Kris: You're a talking dummy. What did you expect?

Mannequin: Ah f*ck it- YES I'M ALIVE. *turns to face them*

Kris: DEMON BE GONE!!

Mannequin: *walks out of the room* You can come if you want.

Kris: *begins to follow them* Yeah. I'll go.

Mannequin: It helps that I don't need to eat or drink. Probably the only reason I'm still here.

Kris: Yeah. You'd probably be dead if you did need to eat.

Mannequin: I would say the same for you. You did break in here, after all.

Kris: Of course I have a home. I just came here... Cuz I was curious.

Mannequin: Kris. I like it. Also, before I get it wrong, what are your pronouns?

Mannequin: Understandable. Weird creepy seemingly abandonned factory, why not check it out?

Kris: Exactly.

Mannequin: Dummy is also a rude word. I'm a mannequin. But I guess I shouldn't expect anything less fear from you.

Kris: Ok... Why are you here, exactly? Don't you have a house or something?

Mannequin: *stretch* Ugh. I need to walk around a bit before I start rusting.

Kris: You can rust?