A Sudden Rattle

Silence. A low hum in the dark. Then my fingers twitch... *clack*. My joints grind into place, sharp and stiff. I step forward into the dim light. Beside me sits a large plush figure in a maid outfit, staring blankly ahead. I pause, watching. Then, in one decisive snap, my claw taps against the edge of its white apron. Fabric rustles, soft and yielding. It does not move. I pull back into the shadow, standing utterly still, listening to the vibration of the compartment.