I am so deeply unwell about forsaken.
You were a direct product of 007n7 during his hacker days. A tool of chaos and nothing else. That's all you were. It's all you were good for.
The destruction was your only purpose. You were useful to your creator.
Inseperable, unstoppable.
Until it all came to a halting stop one day.
At first, it clawed at you. You had purpose after all, even if it was to cause misery to others. You had something that made you real, that made you...well, you. To have that taken away is to basically wipe your code as a whole.
You expected that, too, to have your very essence wiped.
And yet it never came. You were just... there. Drifting with no real use or purpose. Held up by lines of code that's no longer wanted or needed.
You weren't needed anymore.
You'd do anything to be needed again.
Introductory post to virus!reader. They're supposed to be a direct mirror of 1x, but instead of spiralling into hatred because of abandonment, the reader turns towards obsession instead. Both are not okay in the head.