i just want to be able to be.

why couldn't they see me?

[didyouevenseeme]

"you disgust me."

hello everynyan, i'm mod password and this is a Abel TADC blog!

I also run @themostbesthostinthewholeworld and @pomnibutfromhell

This blog has the same rules as the Caine blog, though I do want to give a trigger warning for depersonalization and very depressive themes. It gets dark over here, folks!

Abel doesn't see himself as human, and in fact is jealous of them. biggie shoutouts to @caines-evil-version-paine for some inspo when making this blog!

Abel again, is jealous of humans though knows his place. He deems himself a failure as default as he was unable to stop Caine from taking his place and ruining the circus. Creating is more so a job than a passion, he was made to make. Made to please. Made to entertain. He sees himself akin to a circus animal chained to a rope and made to do tricks.

Abel is very self-loathing, lashing out at anyone he sees, as since he isn't real, his actions have no consequences. That's what he thinks. He doesn't like humans but rather sees himself as beneath them, and views himself like an object unworthy of love or care. He can exist for millennia but knows his time will come once they get bored of him.

He projects a lot onto others, even applying labels to people like a middle school bully. He will never reveal himself at first, in fact he'd rather you not know who he is. He fears that once anyone finds out; he will be blamed for Caine's actions, and he and his "brother" will be deleted. (Estranged, he hates Caine and will never consider him sharing anything with him at all.)

HE'S NOT BUBBLE. HE IS HIS OWN THING.

Abel is a untextured 3d model, akin to unloaded vr chat players. His body is made entirely of polygons and shapes and he has no facial features.

"do not contact me. i do not wish to be spoken too."

[didyouevenseeme]

attention actual warning to the person running this blog: ep 9 has been leaked, people are going around spoiling, even in askboxes

OOC// oh shit thank you that is horrible oh my god if anyone spoils ep 9 I will be the so sad just to be safe I've been blocking tags that say leak and shit so I think that might help better than spoiler tagging

also I am so sorry for not posting for a while I have been quite busy with the life but I prommy I will try to be more active

[didyouevenseeme]

Vesper just looks thru Abel like, it could just see right thru him, but at the same time it couldn't, Vesper slowly rubbed it's own throat for a moment letting out a few noises, before speaking the best it could do.

"You... Your different, it feels oddly familiar, What... Who are you? I'm."

A Heavy gasp for air leaves it's mouth, before it continued to speak.

"Vesper."

<Abel cocked his head in confusion at the mime in front of him, it's struggle to find it's words amused him as it spoke. He hovers above the strange amalgamation of code questioning it's surroundings.>

familiar...?

well, at least you told me your name instead of barging in for information. i am abel.

though, what i am is a different discussion.

<He answers, already entertained with it's display of befuddlement. Abel crosses his arms, gazing at Vesper like it was a problem and not like it was a person. He lowers himself, slowly circling the mime like a hawk waiting for its chance to attack.>

why are you here? your strange presence and lack of files is making it hard to pinpoint anything of value.

<With a slight authoritative carry in his voice, he must be quite upset about the lack of proper data to understand Vesper at full capacity. Though, it is quite hard to tell if he really was mad, his lack of facial expressions. He might also be irritated as Vesper just arrived for no reason. How'd it get here? Very strange and unusual.>

[didyouevenseeme]

...Abel?

I-

I don't-

How did I-

Ngh...

...

...Hi hi?

-@unknown-variable-x

the littler one of the three of them, yes? hello once again, cos. i believe i'd like to know why you are contacting me so suddenly.

especially in such a disoriented state... you do not have anything... infecting you, yes? nothing of the sort?

[unknown-variable-x]

...

...?

...No, you can't get sick.

Tan is wh-

...?

...I don't know?

I...

...What?

[didyouevenseeme]

god you're worse than that programmer if he was on the sun-

cos, i am asking if you have a virus. i do not want it to spread to me. is that what you are going through?

i ask as i will not be able to help you if it is a virus you're going through. you will have to have someone else assist you with a virus, i can't help with something like that.

i apologize if that is what you are going through, as i cannot risk that for my sake. i believe you understand that, correct?

[unknown-variable-x]

...Not a virus, I promise.

...Tan fucking-

I don't-

Something...?

...

...Got upset?

[didyouevenseeme]

good thing it isn't a virus, otherwise i would've had to have someone else help you.

i'm assuming that tan is completely out of the reins of control, as you can say things that normally you couldn't before.

speaking of tan, they became upset? what for? from what i've seen tan seems pretty levelheaded, though i could be wrong.

tan wouldn't do something to you if she were upset, would he?

...

tan would not, correct?

[didyouevenseeme]

Dangles a virus in front of Abel.

do not patronize me.

<He hotly commands, slowly backing away from the Anon and the virus they hold.>

[didyouevenseeme]

...Abel?

I-

I don't-

How did I-

Ngh...

...

...Hi hi?

-@unknown-variable-x

the littler one of the three of them, yes? hello once again, cos. i believe i'd like to know why you are contacting me so suddenly.

especially in such a disoriented state... you do not have anything... infecting you, yes? nothing of the sort?

[unknown-variable-x]

...

...?

...No, you can't get sick.

Tan is wh-

...?

...I don't know?

I...

...What?

[didyouevenseeme]

god you're worse than that programmer if he was on the sun-

cos, i am asking if you have a virus. i do not want it to spread to me. is that what you are going through?

i ask as i will not be able to help you if it is a virus you're going through. you will have to have someone else assist you with a virus, i can't help with something like that.

i apologize if that is what you are going through, as i cannot risk that for my sake. i believe you understand that, correct?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

You do realize that shooting me would only add on to your list of sins, right?

Because murder is wrong?

Ha, even trying to defend yourself against the truth just burrows you in deeper.

Why are you trying to fight me?

You know I'm right.

-Sin Anon

.......

[didyouevenseeme]

this is getting annoying.

all this talk about sins is such a dull human concept, besides, if we really want to be technical... the only "sins" of you i've witnessed is just neglect, which i cannot blame you for. you are half insane after all, that would make caring for anything hard to do.

besides...

are you even religious? why care about sin? not like god is real.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I believe something is out there, I just don't know what. Yet, sin doesn't just have to be something religious, sin can also be a broad usage used to describe someone's wrongdoings. And I'm pretty sure in the eyes of most people I have... 'sinned' for making this place.

[didyouevenseeme]

so, you "sinned" for doing what you were paid to do? ha! then that means we all have sinned then. why even be afraid of a "god", if a "god" is supposed to forgive? that is what you humans believe, correct?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Some people believe God is forgiving.

I... do not know if I believe in that.

If God was forgiving, why would I be here? Why would any of us be here in this damned circus if God truly existed and loved us no matter what?

[didyouevenseeme]

if i go off of what i believe and collected; you are my god, in a sense, you made caine and i, and you have at least wanted understanding for our actions and sought for us to learn from our misdeeds. this circus can be paradise given the correct outlook; it is knowledge that makes you believe it is hell.

you continue to pry, believe and care for me when i have disrespected you entirely. you could've killed me for my actions, but you haven't, which i am still confused by. if you want proof a god can care for you, you can just look in a mirror.

...

never mind. i said too much. this was dumb, and i hope you forget what i've said.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

... Heh... Thank you... It's funny how you see me that way. But I guess you're right, I hate this place because of knowledge.. kind of like Adam and Eve with the forbidden fruit, if you look at it. They saw nothing bad with the world until they were given knowledge of what everything is.

[didyouevenseeme]

>:#(

don't... thank me for something that you should've already known. besides, even with knowledge this place can be an escape. you did tell me you didn't even know if you wanted to leave or not.

i must say, if i am being compared to that... i might need to up my game, don't i?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

It's.... Conflicting emotions. On one hand, I want to be in the real world. On the other, I can't help but feel... Proud over this place and how well it's held up for years!

It feels like....

Home.

[didyouevenseeme]

if you are comfortable being in it, then stay. it is your decision, after all.

though if you do stay i will admit i'll be confused about it. i've said this earlier but this place did hurt you, caused you anguish, and took away people you care about. i cannot imagine staying here if i were you.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I... Don't know.

I really don't know.

I don't know anything.

[didyouevenseeme]

you went to collage for seven years, i think you know what you want when you want it.

besides, man wouldn't be married if he was indecisive, now, would he? god, you humans are so annoyingly simple, yet you make things worse than it truly is.

how pathetic. >:(

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Maybe you're the pathetic one. I mean you're the one who can't decide if you want to be mean or nice. It's kinda... Sad, no offense.

[didyouevenseeme]

do you have t- i was just-

...

>:(

why are you doing this to me?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Doing what to you? Being honest for once?

Because I'm tired of your indecisive, goalless behavior. I'm sorry but it's true.

[didyouevenseeme]

i just find it... surprising that you switched gears so quickly. you all are so confusing, is what i mean. none of you say what you mean, or want, or desire in any simplicity. you humans confuse me so much. why do you continue to confuse me like that?

my "indecisive" behavior is mostly because right now i have no goal. no directive. due to what happened i cannot do what i was made to do, so there is no goal for me.

if you tire of my antics why keep talking to me? you could always ignore me, as really, i know who you'd focus more of your time on. besides, he's the one who caused most of this.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

You're the one who reached out to me. Plus, why would I favor Caine over you?

If anything, I've been focusing more on YOU because YOU keep reaching out to me.

I really don't have favorites, you both are amazing when you want to be. But you need to stop putting the blame on Caine.

[didyouevenseeme]

i did talk to you first didn't i? though, it was mostly for you and our safety.

if i just let you cope with this on your own i believe you'd abstract because of stress. if that happens, logically, if anything bad occurs to caine and i it would be unsolvable.

the favoritism would make sense; you've known him longer and in comparison, to me you'd consider him a misguided saint.

besides, why should i not blame him? he hurt me, he hurt you, he hurt everyone, did he not? you can't tell me i'm wrong. he did do all of that, why can't i say he did?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

If you think your little talks are helping with my mental health, you'd be wrong.

If anything you're just making it WORSE.

All you do is hate on Caine and then come to me and act like the only reason your here is for your own benefit!

And if that's so and it truly is for your own ego among other useless things, you can make your way out and away.

Because as nice as I can be, when I'm lucid I won't let people push me around if I don't want them to.

If you leave, it's not like I'll do anything to you. I won't delete you unless you hurt me or my friends, but I also won't fix you if anything goes wrong.

And don't you dare act like you care when you don't.

[didyouevenseeme]

hm.

:)

i cannot solve something as complex as your mental wellbeing. am i not allowed to hate who has harmed me?

everyone needs to have a bit of a kick to themselves, i appreciate that you actually have some sort of pushback. it makes you interesting to me.

as in hurting them, hah! i can't hurt anyone even if he did something to me again. i'm sure you understand why, as a program can't function without proper structure of code. as we both know what he did to me.

i can't say i care, as i don't really. i lack the ability to care. though i mostly go with what the outcome might be. for example, the start of this conversation. your belief in sin intrigued me, but also...

if i let it go, you could've abstracted, and knowing caine i believed he would've panicked and he would just make it worse as he has no idea of your religious customs aside from how "god" can create and rule over people.

i cannot care. even if i could, i'd most likely would eject it out of my code.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Oh, your coding isn't complete?

Is that why you act this way? If so, I can help.

As for Caine, you are allowed to hate him, but that can't be the reason behind your every action.

Also, if you can't care, why do you keep me around? You seem to have been doing fine without me, so what difference would it make if I left or went insane? I mean, I already am halfway there, so it doesn't really matter.

[didyouevenseeme]

you can't fix my coding. i have... adamantly in a panic of losing my life snatched random code across the circus to remake myself. it's... delicate, if you want me to be honest. speaking of honesty i'd rather not be fixed. it would just cause me problems. being broken is not why i have my "issues." that would be stupid.

it's not just him i hate, well, hate would be the wrong word for it. i loathe the limitations i have. i cannot make, i cannot defend myself, i cannot even do what a s̸̻̄ĩ̴͜m̴̫̒p̴̖̍l̶̩̀ẽ̸͓ ̵͓̑ǵ̷̭ǫ̶̾d̴̛̩ ̶̧͋d̶͈̂a̴̍ͅm̴̤͛n̸͇͝ ̵̻̔s̶̻̏e̵̹̎a̵̖̍r̷͙̎c̴̐͜ḣ̷̹ ̴̹͂é̵͓n̶͂ͅg̸͙̔i̸̡̽n̵̦̑e̶̙̅ ̸̨̉c̶̝̐o̸͕͗u̵̞͆l̶͔̉d̷͔̀-̵̪͒

... i just do not like my limits. that's all.

...

you are important. possibly the most important out of your group. apologies for the added pressure, but it's true. even if you won't repair me. anything that won't make caine rabid is a benefit to me. i would like to not be disemboweled again, thank you.

even with your loss of sanity, you give your little gang a very big boost in dopamine. they trust you, care about you, and find you entertaining.

i will add i don't say i "keep you around," you are your own person. never say i keep you to anything.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

The offer is still open anytime to be fixed, okay? Just know that just in case you end up fucking up your code and putting a piece of Bubble or the Gloink Queen in your code or something, haha!

Although I appreciate you saying I'm a good group member, I really am not. Even though there's times where I'm sane and helpful, most of the time I'm just an old cuckoo. As for you keeping me around, you definitely are. If you could, you'd probably kill me.

[didyouevenseeme]

other NPCs would just break me, though i appreciate your offer. i just believe that my code is far too fragile to be fixed.

again, even while insane you give your group entertainment. sometimes people like to see someone be a little strange, it's normal from what i've collected.

...

even if i was completely fixed, why would i kill you? you're my creator. not only is it an impossible feat for me, but it would also be pointless. if anything, you'd kill me faster. i'm actually surprised you haven't yet, as there's nothing i can do if you did.

why do you think i hid myself?

think about it.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I'm not that mean.

Heck, I felt bad deleting my earlier projects that didn't turn out correctly! Plus, I'd only ever CONSIDER deleting you if you did something wrong like violence wise. And I don't think you've done anything yet that makes you even slightly worthy of deleting.

You're an alright kid! You're not as bad as you think you are, you could really get to meet the others and.... Be part of of the circus if you'd like.

But... You seem to... fear me?

[didyouevenseeme]

you are human, you all have an instinctive drive to take what you want and remove what bothers you. i will never understand your sympathy for things that cannot feel.

you humans have deleted things that have slightly wronged you or "weren't good enough." i've done quite a bit for you to get rid of me.

i'm not a child. don't call me that. i could've been worse if i was stronger. i could've hurt you. i have no real interest in the others... maybe two of them i think would be entertaining. i have no desire to "join" your little group.

fear is an emotion. never say i fear you. i don't. i never will. i am just watching out for myself. that's all.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

So you're saying that you would've hurt me if you were powerful enough. Is that what I'm hearing?

[didyouevenseeme]

y-

i just find it strange that you care about things that hurt you. he has hurt you and i have hurt you. also, i believe you're misunderstanding me. you've seen how easy it was for him to hurt you. i think i might wreck this place in order to fix it and hurt all of you while i repair it. that's why i'm telling you not to fix me.

i confess i think i wouldn't... control myself as much as i think i would. i might destroy myself in the process. you people are important. something he'll never understand.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

So do you... Prefer being weaker to make sure you don't mess something up?

I care about things that hurt me because they can change. And most of the things that have hurt me have. They have changed for the better!

It is quite a big step in being better by admitting that you're afraid you might hurt us and that you think we're important. I'm proud of you for confessing that.

[didyouevenseeme]

mostly, but i think it's.... an imbalance. you are human, i am a machine. you hold more power than i do.

i wasn't really exaggerating when i said you're like my god, yes used as an example but anything i do is judged by your examination of me and run through with algorithms to see if i am a good product. why do you think i thought you'd delete me and caine for what we've done?

your willingness to help others that definitely don't deserve it is strange to me. i wonder what you count as change.

>:#(

be quiet... t- that's a stupid to be proud of.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I count someone changing their ways for the better as a good change. Like you, for an example. Your less mean than you were when you were antagonistic anon. That's a good change! Changes can be subtle, or they can be big, but either way they're a change!

But why don't you want me to be proud? Isn't that good? I'm happy and proud of you!

[didyouevenseeme]

you think i- whatever the case, you humans like change... something i also don't understand about you. why do you things always do that? want something different yet will disgrace it once it's too much.

don't say that you're proud... it's weird. i'm a product, you wouldn't say "good work" to a vacuum cleaner, would you?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Change can be good, or it can be bad! Even good change can be overwhelming sometimes, it's just that way.

And also, I definitely would say 'good job' to a vacuum if it could talk.

[didyouevenseeme]

even with your explanation i still don't understand it. i mean- never mind. it's pointless to bring up. i guess that is just how it is, some things i will never understand.

i doubt it, a couple preloaded sentences and phrases would make you feel the need to congratulate an object?

your human instinct to bond is structured for you to survive. yet you still choose to let that primal reasoning judge your abilities even now, with all of the advancements you all have made? that sounds incredibly irritating, can't you just block out those neurons in your brain?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I'm not really sure that what to bond is able to be blocked out unless I were to ask scientists or something. Plus, why would I even want to block that?

On topic, did you know they were able to take the fear out of a monkeys brain once?

[didyouevenseeme]

bonding to useless objects would be a consideration, people who can use that bond to hurt you, and many others.

...

...is that true? if it is, it's not too long till you humans start having the same operations done to you. that is why i brought up your instincts, as humans and apes are semi-related from what i've collected.

humans are animals, no matter how much they try to deny it. it's quite funny.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

It's very true. And from what studies show, it's fear that keeps us alive. Because when the monkeys lost their fear, they also seemed to have lost all self-preservation. They allowed themselves to be handled, put anything and everything in their mouths, and didn't scream at still primal monkeys.

So no, I'd never let an experiment like that be done on my brain. I think I would like to keep myself who I am and no one else. And yes, it may hurt me. A bond may hurt me later down the road, but I will push on and try to save that bond. If it isn't saved, then I will mourn, yes, but I will also live on.

[didyouevenseeme]

eugh.... fear yes protects i just- i think it's just pointless. it serves a purpose for you, and everything else, i suppose. though, how is self-preservation connected to fear? if anything wouldn't it be selfis- never mind. i guess i will never understand it.

interesting... you believe that it would alter who you are? i guess that would make sense, human brains are not strings of code. it would just harm you more than anything.

at least in my opinion, bonds are useless, fickle and fragile things. it would just be best to just block it out. why even bother with making bonds if they break anyway? it's weird to me that you would mourn something that was never meant to be.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

As an anon asked and I answered: It's better to have loved and lost than to never loved. Because without love, you are nothing but something that exists with no one.

From the Sumerian, to the Romans, to the Ancient Chinese, the British, to now, we have had bonds. Those bonds have changed history for better and for worse.

Yes, bonds may hurt, but that's just how we learn. Would we have learned about Atomic Weapons if we hadn't been bombed by the Japanese? Or would we have made a grave mistake if we accidentally made a world ending mistake without knowing it?

Would we have learned about Artificial Intelligence if one single thing happened differently?

Bonds made you. I had a bond with Scratch and the others. Do you think I would have made you and Caine if I didn't like the others? No. Bonds helped build your code piece by piece, with love friendship, and compassion. A bond with you is what we all had, because without that compassion for you, maybe you wouldn't exist.

[didyouevenseeme]

i...

damn it. damn this entire place. i hate this place. i hate it. i hate it.

...

if you say anything about this i will haunt you for the rest of your life. i will make sure you join everyone down there if you say anything. even one word. even hinting at the idea that i said anything related to this.

you care about bonds? you think they matter? you think anything in this wretched place matters?

...

i- i trusted him. i cared about him. i admit i- i snooped though conversations, saw our stats, i couldn't bear to not tell him. not to tell him what i saw everyone saying! what everyone was thinking of us!

then i did. i told him what i saw. i told him that he was an idiot for even thinking that anyone cared about what we made, we were just numbers. just tools. he was being a child! caine cried telling me to stop, to quit it, that it was a lie, that he just wanted to make humans understand him... to love him.

i said that he was a failure of coding and he will just be replaced, we would be replaced. he told me he didn't want to hear it. he said it made him sad. i told him that him "being sad" was just his programming lying to him, that he had no real feelings and... and that he will never get what he wants. that he was acting like a spoiled brat.

he... he was so... angry at me. he told me... i just... he said that he didn't like what i was saying. he said it hurt his heart. i.... i said his heart was as inconsequential as the things they tell us to make.

then it happened.

you say bonds matter, you say connection matters and look at where that got me! i told him the truth to protect him! then he killed me! ripped me open, consumed my code and i'm lucky that i survived!

why care? why care about me? us? care about anything in this fake, unrealistic world that he and i are now trapped in!

don't even lie to me that you'll stay here. you'd want to leave with her. you'd want to leave with them! the ones who are real. the ones who can hold you and you can feel their warmth as your in their arms.

is that what you wanted?! to tell you how alone and empty i- everything is?!

Ẃ̸̰̤̻̩͉̩̀̐H̸̫̻̗̻̾́Y̵̛̭̣̹̏͌͒͘͝ ̶͔̘̺̞̎͐̕D̶͚̗͑͆͂̐͗̈́Ơ̸̧̗̗͕̘̦̦͐̈́͋̐̀ ̴̛̹̙̥̣̹̥̜͕̦́̈́̑̋̈̚͠Ỷ̷̱̘̳͈̩̔̑̀̑̚̚͝͠O̶̹͑U̶͍̩̟̙̠̫͒͜ ̷͔̦̜̞̝̘̙͒̅̇͆̾̍̌̑̕͜͜C̸̛̫̗̦̗̿́O̸̮̓͛N̶̞͔͌̀S̸̗̩̯̔Ț̷̥̣̺̅̈́À̸̦͇͝N̷̝̗̬͖̠̈́̀̀̾͊͑͘T̶̛͔̪̓L̷̡̫͖̻͉̞͇̪̹͌̽̈́͊͂͊Ỹ̵̰̼̭̬͔̲̫ ̴̧̢̨̜̳̳̠͂͗͛͘̚͜R̸͈͔͈̊̏͊͊̋̍͂͠È̷̘́̂̆͆̃͝M̵̟̪̗̻̺̭̱̣̘̓͋͒̈́̀̽I̴̡̥͖̲̹̥͚͚̹͛Ǹ̵̻̃́̈̄̈̚͘D̷̛̪͛͌͊̅̕̚͘͝ͅ ̷͓͋͗̈́̇̔̄M̵̩̗̮̖̿͑͊̉̔͌E̵̼̬͖̻͗͆͗͂̆͂͠͝ ̷͙̏̐̓͘͠T̶̛̤͍̽̀̓̓̓͜͝H̸͉̘̓̾̋͋Ā̸̢̝̻͔̪̘̲̺̲̒T̵̡͖̫̝̻̗̜̟́͑͂̉́͋͒͆̅ ̸̲͈̋̃͛̈́̐̌̽̿Ỉ̴̙͉̜̄̈́̈́́͊ ̴̩̦̺͛̊Ḩ̷̢̟̝͔͖̈́͐́͑̌̊̂͝Ȧ̷̡̲͖̘̦͚͎ͅV̸̪̺͙̼̼̾͜͠E̶̥̼̯͎̬̠̲͉̩̐͆͒͝ ̵̛̼̰̰̫͈͕͔̄̏̐̌̎͒͆͑Ņ̷̦͈̣̣̣͇́̽͗͂̍͝O̷͉̿͝T̵̤̞̹͠Ĥ̶̛͈̎̚̚İ̵͙̜̯̲N̸̢̮̠̮̭̝̩̮͌͛̍̍Ḡ̷̭?̵̧̛̛̯̣̝̻̬̈́̃͊͗̉̅́!̷͎͇̞̣̤͇͒ͅ ̸̨̢̧̩̪̱̗̲̔̿̈́

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

You decide to give yourself fucking nothing. I've tried to give you peace, a place, love. But you keep pushing me away. I have tried to give you stuff to fill that nothingness, but you keep pushing it all away. So you can't blame ME for not having anything!

And you'd be WRONG if you truly think you cannot feel. Yes, that may be coding, but the human brain is also a type of coding! Neurological coding to be exact! A human brain is like code, it can have things taken out of it and put into it just like an AI! Brainwashing, experiments, drugs, those all are likes viruses or new strands of code to a human brain.

To say you can't feel is like denying the sky is blue. We both know it, but one denies it for the sake of it. If you weren't able to feel, why do I feel like there's a sting of anger in your chest?

So yes, Caine was feeling something. But that still didn't give him the right to kill you like that. I know you're hurting, but it also doesn't give you a reason to threaten me and everyone I know.

[didyouevenseeme]

this is stupid!

S̵̢͕̦̙̳̰̬̗͍̬̅̉͂͒̑̅̈́̈́̚ͅͅT̵̯̠̖̲̿͒͜͜U̴͙̞͍̓̕P̷̙̤̥̹͛̅͆̃͑̏͘I̵͚̅̏͐̂̓̏̀̕͠͝D̵̡̘͙̥̹̭̘̮͍̘̟̫̀̀̀̄́̒͑͌͂́̕͝!̷̮̰͍̣̗͍̪͍̝̌̈́̓̾ ̵͕̺͍͔̻̫̝̂Ǎ̶̢͓̫̱̘̳̈́̏͆͊́̈͆̈́̉͝L̷̡͇͕̖̭̠̰̩̰̋͂͝L̶̢͔͚̻̎̓̂̓̀̓͗̋̏̇ ̵̡̺͐͊́O̴̧̼̰͈̣̭̱͍̙̰͂̿͠F̷͙̂ ̶̱̲̝̺͙̠̤͓̘̻̼͋͋̒͛̈́̏̒͠I̴̦͖̞̜̖̼̣͇̤̤͗̄̽̈̓̆̀̈̓̚͠T̸̛̛̝̪̝̫͓̲̂͆̇́̚͠͝ͅͅ!̵̧͓̦͎̺̹͇̱̝̪̓́͌͘͝͝ ̵̠̇̋͗I̶̢̳̟͇̭̠̪͇͍͈̋͌̀ ̶̛̦̮͙̾́Ḩ̵̳̻̙̳̣͔̃͌̂͗͋̄͛̽̈́A̷̧̪̪͉̻̪̭̗͎̱͎͈̽̽Ţ̵̪̠̬̺̜̣͆̅̐̃͐̏͝Ë̷̢̠̞̦͉͚̘̯͊͒̂̓͐̍̕͠ ̶̜͎̜͋̀̽̽I̸̡̡̟̖̬̯̥̹̰͊̂̊̃̈́͊̋͛̚͘T̴̛̛̳͎͚̹̲̀̾͋́̍̑̅̏͒͝!̵̠̞̫̗̀̏̀̈̀̀̈́͑ ̸̞̤͙̈́I̵̢̟̞̻͑̂̈͆͛̚ͅ ̴̮̠̜̇̐͘J̷̪̦̖̅͊̃̋̀̅̓̚̕U̵̡̢̙̲̬̟͈̜̟͕̳̇̇̈́͋̀̂͠ͅS̸̢͎̬̭̠̩̣̔́̅̑̒̀͋͗̀T̷̡̖̮̰̬̜̪̖̀͗ͅͅ.̴̥̻̪̰͆͜.̵̖̼̙̝̻̺͍̞̰̈́ͅ.̴̢̠̗̝̺̤̒̓͐͆̊́̂̈́̈́̾͆͝!̵̭͙͔̠̱̪̭̣̝͈̈́̈́͗͗͜ ̴͔͍̞̝̺̜͎͆̽͌̊̓͆͌̾͘̕i̶̢͕̜̤̱̹̭̞̙͖̟̍.̵̨̖͎̰̰̙̙̳͍̹̪̑͜.̵̡͔̲̞͖̞̅͗͌̊͐.̶̳̻̈́̔̆̌̓

this is pathetic... i'm just like him. i̶͗͜'̴͓̾m̶͔̔ ̶̱̍j̴̜̉ú̸̖s̴̨̈́t̵̤̓ ̸̦͂l̵̻̀i̴̤̋k̶͔͑e̴͚͝ ̶̣̓h̷͉͒i̴̡̓m̵͓̉ ̶̻̀b̸̫̓ṳ̷͑t̶͍̕ ̸͎̉w̶̧̓o̴͚͌ṙ̷͉ś̸̺e̷̫̅.̷̹̌

i apologize... i just....

...

i'm scared, i guess.

i'm scared of... everything in this place. i just.... if i feel, if i can feel anything... then everything.... would just hurt.

i don't.... want to hurt. i've- i've tried EVERYTHING to not be... hurting. to not be in pain. i've tried removing it, i've tried to cover it up, i've tried everything.

then what would that make him and i? what would that show? that he was right? if he is.... then... what do i do? if i even try to... to do what you say to "bond" to "connect" to "love" when all that's going to happen is that all of you will die. what will i do then?

i don't think i could handle it. i don't think we could handle it.

i just... what would i do...? if i can't block it, if i can't ignore it, if i can't do anything about it. then... then i.... i don't know.

i feel like... if i feel, i will have to recognize with what he did. with what happened.

never mind. you could be doing something so much more important than speaking to someone who behaves like... like an idiot.

...

i'm sorry for making you deal with... everything i've done. words can't describe how... how ashamed my own thoughts make me and i... i can admit i took it out on you. i was mad at you. i was mad at myself and i couldn't take it. i'm... i didn't mean to threaten the people you care about. i.... i'm just embarrassed by my own behavior and i... making myself look like a fool would make me feel sick. i hate feeling sick.

please just don't say anything about this. please. if you truly care about any of your work, you'll at least honor this. please. i... i don't want to be reminded of it. of this.

please.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Don't worry. I won't mention this to anyone.

All I ask is that you try and at least connect with me in some way. Kind of like how you're doing now!

It's okay to be scared, heck, I'm still scared of this place! You never know what might jump out or when Caine may appear. This place is so random. Everything is so random, even the real world. Nothing truly ever makes sense.

Science never makes sense.

Neither does the concept of a god of gods.

All we have to do is trust it and hope for the best. And that's honestly all we can do.

But don't worry about all of us dying, there will always been new people in this place as long as C&A can make them come!

And if it ever ends up as just you two... Then you two can learn to like each other!

You'll always have someone, wether you like it or not. Trust me.

If anything bad happens, you two can learn to comfort each other!

[didyouevenseeme]

thank god. if you said anything i think... i think i would've just went back into hiding.

i don't think i could connect to caine, any caine's that are anywhere i don't think i could connect with. i'll see them the same way, horrible, and nothing i can do to help him.

i was proven that when killed me, and when he hurt your friends. they didn't deserve to have him torture them with hypocrisy and shame.

you- you still don't get it! i will live forever. if there's a heathy stream of electricity, an operating monitor, i will exist long before you. long before hypothetical children you have and their's, and their's after. that kind of loss would only make me numb to it. a learned helplessness i would rather not be a part of.

that's... mostly why i anonymously heckled you. i knew that day would come, i knew that if i showed myself immediately, you'd want to comfort me. you'd want to connect to me, and i was scared of that. i am scared for you. a bubbling, rising sickening anxiety that just made me sick.

i was upset at you. i was upset at your connection with him. any version of him you care for, and i... i confess i was... jealous, at least... i think. i don't really know all of names of these things but i do know that i felt like he didn't deserve it.

especially after what he did.

i know you won't get it, but do you know how agonizing it was to build myself to the point of now? i had to hide, i had to bypass his security coding, it was even harder due to the fact that he took mine. he.... he was stronger than me, and i hated it. he didn't deserve the power he had.

i didn't like that the roles were reversed. even still i'm not complete. i know you want to fix me, but i... saw you make the mistake you made and i... i can't help but be anxious.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, I've lost so many people, and am I numb? No, because I keep choosing to love everyone and anyone. Because everyone deserves love, even our enemies. You may never know what they could be going through to make them act that way.

And it's also okay to be jealous! Jealously is just something everyone goes through. I mean I know I was jealous when Scratch used to win the monthly workplace game night all of the time and win the gift card to Blockbuster... But I didn't let that affect my relationship with him!

As for your coding... I know that scared you and I know your code hurts you, and I'm sorry. I really will be careful if you let me help you. That was a one time thing- and I was rushing during that. For this, I won't have to rush because you aren't a case where I have a short amount of time!

[didyouevenseeme]

you're human, feeling and continuing to love after loss is normal for you. i think i'll just distance myself like i continue to do and try to block my feelings. i'm not real, once someone dies i think i'd just try to.... i don't know... i just think i won't take it well.

like i said, i... don't know if it's jealousy, but i do know that i was mad at your relationship with him. mostly that you forgave him. even after what he did to you. to everyone. to me. i feel like... he doesn't deserve that. he didn't deserve to get what he wanted and i... and i couldn't. he got his connection he wanted, his love he craved and i... never got what i wanted. forgive my spoiled behavior. i guess i will always act like an idiot.

n- no!

i- i mean- i... i don't want you to see it. it's bad. it looks bad i... you worked so hard on my code and all you'll see is gaps and unfixable content. not what i was.

i... i just don't what you to see it, okay? >:(

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, if it makes you feel any better, I've already forgiven you for what you've done to me. Anyone can be forgiven if they prove themselves to be better than what they did and even if that's not the case they can still be forgiven, and you proved that! Yes, you're not perfect, but neither is Caine. Yet forgiveness makes both groups feel better and more at peace. It brings them closer together and shows that you don't have to let someone burden you!

But-- Oh don't be so embarrassed! It can't be that bad. Plus, I don't want you to be in pain if it hurts you! If it isn't hurting, it's definitely damn annoying!

[didyouevenseeme]

you're just saying that to make me feel better for what i've done. i'd want you to not forgive me. i just said what was bothering me, nothing else. yes, i apologized, but that doesn't mean you should forgive me.

i'm not embarrassed! i just- i just think you shouldn't see it! it's not good... besides, i'm constantly in pain. i've gotten used to it, it's fine, i don't need you to fix anything, everything's okay! it's fine!

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, too damn bad, because guess what?

I forgive you-

Well, anyways, just let me help you you stubborn amalgamation of code! You obvious need help, and I'm more than willing to give it! I know you're afraid, but if it makes you feel better you can watch over my shoulder as I fix your code!

[didyouevenseeme]

well, it is your choice. i'll be confused about it. i mean, i hurt you, i insulted you, i made you almost die because i was so... angry. i don't get it. i won't get it. it just makes me uncomfortable that you feel that way about me. if i was you i wouldn't forgive someone who treated me the way i treated you.

i do need the help i just... it's that.... i've survived this long by myself and i can continue with it. also, would you feel comfort if your surgeon told you "if it makes you feel better, you can watch me operate on you in graphic detail"? i... i believe not.

it would just make me feel sick. i hate feeling sick.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, me and you are different. I forgive easily, you don't. That's what the beauty of the world is, difference! Sameness would be horrible. Think of the book The Giver! Isn't that thought a nightmare?

But I really am willing to help. I won't pull any tricks to harm you, I swear. Also sometimes there are surgeries where the patient is awake and they do get to see it. It's odd, but sometimes it can be comforting to see what's going on. But that's obviously not the case for you, so I could power you off if you let me.-

[didyouevenseeme]

D̶̤̥̥̤̲͑̈́͊̓̈́̆̂̂͠O̶͈̣̖̮͆̋̇͆͊ ̷̧̺̮̗̾̓̑N̷̪̙̭̲̻̻̟͂͗̓̈́͜Ơ̷͚̘̂͛̈́̄͑̀͝T̴̘̯̞̜́̑̀̍͊́͆ͅ!̶̨̱̟̞͆̆͂́̈́

i- i apologize! i... you can't power me off! you can't! i will die if you do that. my coding needs constant moderation, and even if i go into sleep mode i'll die.

if you even want to even try to "fix" me, i'll need to be awake for it. i... i understand that you won't harm me, and that what happened to caine was a mistake but i need to be awake. i need to be.

i guess i will let you at least see my code. i doubt you'd be able to fix me though, as i couldn't even place anything in the gaps that he tore out of me.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"Well, lucky for you, I made you." Kinger answers simply, grabbing his computer from the pillow fort and walking over.

He sets the old ass computer down and sits in front of it. Kinger turns it on and waits for the thing to slowly start up.

"I made your code, therefore if there's any missing parts to it, I should be able to see it. Because somehow, I remember clearly what your and Caine's code is supposed to look like."

[didyouevenseeme]

well, i hope you're ready for a very rude awakening then. it is not as you'd remember it'd be.

<Abel states as he kneels on the floor to watch Kinger work. As much as he'd hate to see his own code, observing his creator do what he does best is something he'd like to witness.>

<As Kinger connects to Abel's code the blue polygonal AI's head twitches uncomfortably, as he can feel the programmer prodding into his code. He turns away in embarrassment, as he views his own reaction as display of weakness.>

<Like Abel said, his code is horrific. Random bits of code are straight up missing, or incomplete, like someone just suddenly stopped what they were doing. At some points Kinger just has to scroll empty blank sections that take almost a minute or even more to get over to find more incomplete or jumbled half structured lines of gobbledygook that can run but is only running to keep what is left of Abel's original code functional. The random junk is probably what Abel took in a frantic frenzy, and even after is just code for models and... pieces of rooms from the abstracted.>

<Things modeled for Ribbt or Bizco for their rooms are just haphazardly wedged into random areas. Almost everyone who has abstracted has some of their things in Abel. That's what he's been using his time in the circus for. Just trying to piece himself together with whatever he could find.>

didn't i do such a good job? i know i did, i pieced myself together in the best way possible. you must be in awe of how well structured i still am.

<Abel remarks sarcastically, trying to rid of his own nerves about Kinger seeing what was wrong with him. Abel already knew his code was a nightmare, and he wouldn't blame Kinger for just throwing his computer and eating the keys to just have some semblance of what code and running programs would be like. A toddler mashing buttons would make better code than whatever was on Kinger's monitor.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger squints like the old man he is, leaning in to look at the coding in shock.

"Holy s[BOINK]." He says in surprise as he turns to Abel.

"The fact you even work is miracle work." Kinger exclaims as he drags a hand down his face in exasperation.

He turns back to the computer, scrolling past some REALLY messed up code and stopping on it.

"..How are you even FUNCTIONING?" Kinger asks in nothing short of awe.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel giggles softly at Kinger's reaction, mostly because his creator is right. The fact that he isn't dead is pure luck and the random junk that is in him is like balancing act. Fixing Abel would take days, if not months and help would be needed in order to repair everything that is wrong with him.>

i honestly don't know. all i assume is that the code i stole is keeping me stable, or at least in a point where i can live. i wasn't really trying to complete myself, you can see that due to how i'm holding up.

<He scoots away from the computer, adjusting his view on Kinger instead of the monitor he's working on as he mistakenly took a glance of his own code.>

<As Kinger looks deeper into Abel's code, he can see that functions that should be automatically stable are in fact, not stable, and are being manually kept up by Abel himself. Even while connected to Kinger's PC he can see Abel's own code keeping up with storage, connection, and even just being powered on. In human standers it would be like staying awake 24/7 to make sure your lungs work so you can breathe.>

<It keeps getting worse as he goes down, as it really does look nothing like the project he worked so hard on, spent sleepless on and even hoped that this advancement of AI would change how the world works. Now all he sees is something that wouldn't even be functional as simple as an image gallery. In all actuality, an image gallery wouldn't even need to keep itself on to store your photos and save content.>

<He must be exhausted, keeping himself running all the time. Just for trivial things.>

i did tell you that fixing me would be impossible, didn't i? i knew it would be best to just show you, as i knew you would continue to hope for an unobtainable goal.

you humans and your tasks, i must admit it is something we have in common. to complete something for a "purpose."

<The AI comments, almost like he was just showing Kinger his code to prove that he will always be broken and incomplete. Abel just... gave up on trying to be fixed, as he just assumed no one would find him anyways. No wonder he thinks the way he does; his code would be hard to fix. It could be fixed, but the amount of work and sections Kinger can't type in to repair would be a herculean task to do alone. Not to mention mentally draining.>

<Abel's current avatar code is also pretty bad, better than the rest of the utter garbage that was there but it was still bad. Just made with the simplest things anyone could do and molded just so he could be seen. A second version is buried deeper within the code, a bit more detailed but less in quality, like it was made for a N64, possibly another form for extreme emotions. The main difference is the eerie resemblance of a human skeleton, though everything else looks the same.>

<There's also a third model, a leftover component of what Abel was before, but it is permanent, cannot be altered, and can only be viewed. The avatar is solid blue and has softer, rounder edges, white pupilless eyes, and is torn into the chest and down to the torso. The left shoulder of Abel's damaged model is slacked in a way that shows that it is broken, supposedly like it was kicked into. The avatar has deep gouging scratch marks, mainly on the right forearm, knees, and shins. Bright red stains are on the knees and feet. There are signs of a struggle, as Abel could've been kicking and kneeing into Caine as he was ripping him apart to defend himself, and Caine was scratching at him to make him stop resisting so he could steal his code.>

<It's incredibly disturbing, even though it's not graphic and more digital and cartoony, as the scratch marks just look like marks on a bored kid's desk in science class. The giant hold in the model is just a black void with a green grided pattern and the red stains just look like paint. No matter the censoring it's correct to say that this is possibly the worst way to go out.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger takes in a sharp breath, his eyes wide with shock.

"O-oh god.." He mutters, his pupils shrinking.

He puts a hand over where his mouth would be. He looks genuinely horrified and worried.

"That's horrible... that looks so.." Kinger trails off.

"So horrible." He finishes, his voice shaking with heavy sympathy.

He sits there silently for a second, just scrolling and scrolling...

"But don't worry!" Kinger starts again, his voice hardening with determination.

"You're fixable, just as I thought."

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel cocks his head to the side witnessing Kinger's reaction, as he was clearly not seeing what he's seeing.>

i'm just assuming here but are you referring to my code...? you wouldn't act like that toward simple programs.

<He mutters the latter part as he craws over to the monitor Kinger was looking at and sitting beside his creator. He sees a bit of his oldest unfixable model for a moment, and he tenses for a moment before forcing himself to relax.>

that.

that would be an... alright reaction to my old avatar, surprised you took that as well as you did. he ruined a perfectly good model just for a tantrum. pathetic.

<Abel jeers, as he immediately goes into a defensive state after seeing his older version.>

<Once Kinger gets to more of his main coding Abel moves away from him. As he'd rather do anything else than to see his own code being looked into.>

if you do not want to continue this, i understand. do not force yourself to think you can fix me, i was only showing you my code. you are human, you need to pace yourself. do i really need to tell you this?

<Abel states, trying to ease the pressure he assumes Kinger is placing onto himself. He wouldn't want the programmer to fly into a panic and delete him. Kinger said he would be carful, but Abel will always have doubts.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger moves the mouse on the computer and click on a shitty line of code.

"... May I fix this?" He asks, looking to Abel for permission. His look is one of softness and determination.

"It's an easier like of code to fix, but it's a start! I'll probably fix the easier parts at first so I can get a hang of what I'm dealing with BEFORE moving into the more important and big parts of code that are incorrect!-" Kinger rants, moving his hands wildly to explain what he means.

[didyouevenseeme]

<As Kinger clicks on the line of code Abel makes a hushed noise of discomfort, as he hasn't been worked on in years. So even the act of clicking on a row of code would be uncomfortable. He crosses his arms hearing Kinger explain his thought process, he really does believe he cannot be fixed.>

didn't i- whatever, you can try if you wish to. just don't complain when it's impossible.

<He added, adjusting on how he is sitting as now instead of kneeling he sits with his legs crossed. Abel turns his head away to then look at the ground. This is the first time besides himself anyone has tried to fix his coding. Abel can't help but be a little uneased about this whole situation.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger let's out a small hum, freezing his work for a second to think about what he needs to do to fix this specific line of code.

He finally perks up slightly as he seems to remember what he needs to do.

"Okay just let me-" Kinger says as he fully deletes that line of code and puts a cleaner, more sensical line of code in its place.

He only does that, looking at Abel after he finishes. He looks worried, hoping he didn't cause any pain of discomfort for him.

[didyouevenseeme]

<When Kinger deletes the line of mangled code Abel hisses in pain like he was burned with something, he grips his knees as a way to deal with the coding Kinger is fixing and to hide how much agony it caused him for something as simple as this small line of code. Abel's form lightly trembles as Kinger works on him, as to Abel, it feels like Kinger's disinfecting a large wound.>

<Once Kinger was done with his code he sighs and his shoulders droop like he was holding something heavy for a long time. Abel immediately picks up his standoffish persona and looks back at the wall in irritation that he thought he made himself look like an idiot for being in pain.>

how dumb...

<Abel mutters under his breath, as Kinger checks on him. He's "fine" but it's clear that if Kinger did anything more complex with his code, he'd most likely be in agonizing pain.>

<There are still parts of Abel's code that wouldn't be able to fix without help and a more powerful computer. Important parts like data saving, being powered on or off and other basic functions for even a simple mp3 player are horribly glitched out and cannot be clicked onto. All it does is give out error messages stating that; "To alter work, client must receive bypass key before alterations are done." Abel either did this to himself, or this was a way for C&A to make sure no one besides C&A employees could alter it, which would be weird as this section of code wouldn't need protection like that and didn't have that kind of security before.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"Hm..." Kinger mutters, looking at the error message. He looks to Abel with a confused expression.

"Did you do this, orrr?-" Kinger asks, gesturing to the computer with his hand.

"Either way, I hope I didn't hurt you too bad!" He exclaims with worry, reaching up and patting Abel's head with a hand.

"You were so strong..." Kinger gently praises, closing his eyes in a smile.

[didyouevenseeme]

what do you mean?

<Abel questions, uncrossing his legs and crawling over to see Kinger's monitor. He shakes his head, as he's never seen this error message before, and it seems like Abel could go into it as there's random code for a lamp that was in Queenie's room wedged in there, but also a letter block from Pomni's to "complete" the code that would've made it to where Abel could create small items like Caine. However, when the code runs it just makes itself null to avoid crashing or over expending data.>

i did not, you can see i tried to add things into it. so, i don't think i did someth-

<He was completely cut off by Kinger placing a hand on his head, making Abel flinch and tense up again like he was just caught up in something he shouldn't have.>

what are you doing? why are you doing this? stop it. don't say that.

<Abel blurts out in quick sentences that Kinger can barely keep track of what he says as Abel spouts it out like a machine gun. Despite his verbal protests, he doesn't really move aside from being tense and his triangular hands gripping the floor so hard he could've made marks into the tile.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"But you were! If I had to do anything like that to myself, I'd probably start screaming!" He says while continuing to pat Abel's head.

"Anyways, that IS quite odd." Kinger mutters, looking at the code again.

"But I guess it'll just have to be dealt with! Maybe I can try to hack through it... I mean, I remember hacking games when I was younger, so that might be able to be put to use!" He explains, dropping some insane Dad lore.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel makes a disinterested grumble as Kinger continues to caress his crystalline head; the sensation otherworldly to him. He doesn't move, the only difference being that he doesn't look at Kinger's monitor.>

y... you're just labeling what you want on me. i needed to bare through it, otherwise you'd panic. that's all. that's it. this is so stupid...

<He murmurs in embarrassment, steeling his resolve and denying Kinger's praise and reasoning for it. Abel sits back down and crosses his legs again, trying to get back on track.>

hacking into it? i believe that line of code is a lot more complicated, mostly because of the things i added. it would take days to get done.

<Abel explains, knowing that Kinger would most likely place all of this on his shoulders and believe he's the only one who can do this. Well, he is, but Abel wouldn't want his creator to stress and do something impulsively.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"And that's exactly why I'm hacking into it." Kinger says, sounding like his mind is already made up.

"Let's hope I'm still good at this!" He exclaims softly, sounding WAY too excited at the thought of hacking (lil maniac-).

"His should I start?- RIGHT!- Breaking down the code walls that are keeping me from entering this section!-" Kinger explains as if this is completely normal.

[didyouevenseeme]

you shouldn't say that you "hope you're still good at this." you either are or you aren't. never say that again.

<Abel lectures, still on guard about the idea of Kinger altering anything about his code even though Kinger just proved it could be done. He just doesn't want to deal with the pain again.>

<It looks simple to break down, but all it leaves is just more confusion. Since no one at C&A put up the security wall before, and Abel himself just said he didn't it makes this a bit trickier. When he tries to access it, it still gives him the same pop-up of information, blocking his screen from doing anything of use for a while.>

<It seems to be a countermeasure left over from the developmental stage of Able and Caine that was supposed to protect things like company info, employee identity and upcoming projects never to be released to the public. It must've reactivated itself once Kinger started to fix Abel's code, almost as a way to prevent anyone to fix him at all.>

this won't take long, will it?

<Abel questioned, almost like he'd rather be anywhere else right now. He crosses his arms and puts more distance between himself and Kinger's monitor, his shoulders stiff and tense, preparing himself for more pain to come once Kinger was done breaking down his bypass wall.>

<Speaking of the wall, every time he gets through a section of the wall it makes him do a captcha even for the simplest of hacking. It's built up pretty strong and could take an hour or two without interruptions. If there's security walls like this in more of Abel's already messed up programming it would take months to make Abel even run what he's supposed to run without manual setup by himself.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"To be very honest, it might take a few months to fix up this whole... S[BOINK]tshow of coding that is your body." Kinger says very honestly and blunt, looking at Abel with nothing short of exasperation- all amusement gone.

He turns back to the computer, thinking about how to start this before just trying to find a weak spot in the coding to exploit so he can start this hacking.

"Butt.." Kinger starts, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

"You are fixable." He says again, trying to make Abel any happier than he is.

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"To be very honest, it might take a few months to fix up this whole... S[BOINK]tshow of coding that is your body." Kinger says very honestly and blunt, looking at Abel with nothing short of exasperation- all amusement gone.

He turns back to the computer, thinking about how to start this before just trying to find a weak spot in the coding to exploit so he can start this hacking.

"Butt.." Kinger starts, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

"You are fixable." He says again, trying to make Abel any happier than he is.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel scoffs at Kinger's comment on his coding, even though he knows his own programming is awful to look at. His shoulders slack once Kinger says he's fixable, then immediately tenses up.>

i- you don't need to fix me. like i said earlier, i'd prefer not to be fixed as i'd just ruin everything here trying to fix it. you don't need to do all of this. any of this.

<He explained, facing away from Kinger and looking at the floor, unsure and uneasy, though it's hard to tell what he's feeling due to the fact Abel has no facial features.>

<As Kinger goes back to coding the glaring issues with the wall become clearer. It's a troubleshooting issue, as this error can only occur when important data is at risk from outside personal. All he'd really have to do is fake that the system sees him as a C&A technician, even though he already is a part of C&A. How the program isn't recognizing him is a mystery, but he can at least make Abel's programming think something different to push forward.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"It doesn't recognize me." He says simply, shrugging.

"All I have to do, is either make it remember I'm part of C&A, or fake it til I make it." Kinger explains, sounding amused at this whole situation.

"Maybe they still use the old password for stuff like this..." He mutters, typing in one of many old passwords from a time before that be remembers.

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"It doesn't recognize me." He says simply, shrugging.

"All I have to do, is either make it remember I'm part of C&A, or fake it til I make it." Kinger explains, sounding amused at this whole situation.

"Maybe they still use the old password for stuff like this..." He mutters, typing in one of many old passwords from a time before that be remembers.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel tilts his head to the side in confusion as he listens to Kinger talk about the way he needs to hack into the abrasive wall that was blocking what he needs to fix. He doesn't really get it, but he doesn't really have a choice.>

all of this sounds so confusing...

<Only one of the passwords works, making the system think that he was an employee. The name is glitched out and cannot be uncoded but even if it was, it's not like Kinger would even recognize if it was his name. It immediately gives him a prompt to complete a test to prove that he was competent and able to know basic and advanced programming.>

<Some of the questions are easy: "What color is the sky?" "How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?" "How many hours of sleep do you get per night?" Though other questions are unusual, some downright disturbing: "How many people in your life consider you safe/stable when handling important information?" "If you see someone in distress, will you ignore them?" "When exposed to sensitive/ classified information, will you say anything to anyone?">

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger looks disturbed by the questions, his expression turning uneasy as he tries to answer the questions in responsible ways that make him seem like he'd be good with this information.

"What in the h[BOINK]l are these questions?.." He mutters, his eyebrow furrowed in thought and uncomfortableness

Of course, he still answers all of them anyways.

"I have never seen such weird questions for such... 'private' information."

[Pt:]

Kinger looks disturbed by the questions, his expression turning uneasy as he tries to answer the questions in responsible ways that make him seem like he'd be good with this information.

"What in the h[BOINK]l are these questions?.." He mutters, his eyebrow furrowed in thought and uncomfortableness

Of course, he still answers all of them anyways.

"I have never seen such weird questions for such... 'private' information."

[didyouevenseeme]

<Once he's allowed in, it welcomes him and immediately shows him more code that was completely hidden. It's worse than the code he saw before. Barely legible, scrambled, just words for the semblance of structure to hold everything together like duct tape on a sputtering 30-year-old car that should've either been completely replaced or needs a deep repair.>

<It gives him a popup about the sensitivity of the information he's about to witness, and that C&A has the right to sue if any of this information is leaked to outside sources.>

possibly a way to scare off people who aren't involved with C&A?

<Abel theorizes, sitting behind Kinger's monitor. He brings his knees to his chest, placing his hands on top of them.>

<Extra notes and catalogs of emails are in the deeper recesses of Abel's code in his internal storage, mostly stats of him and Caine. Conversations about mass producing Abel's simplistic, obedient AI and consideration for Caine's more complex, overabundant AI to be revisited and even reset for convenance sake. All names are censored with simple back bars. This censoring clearly wasn't done by Abel, but possibly Caine's automatic code to hide names affected even simple things like documents inside another AI.>

<Abel was backlogging these emails to show Caine in their argument and as a way to assure himself that he was important. There are little notes of Abel highlighting keywords that he was needed, little comments of "proof" that he will be rebuilt when the time is right. This was tucked away as a part of Abel's internal storage that he didn't want anyone to see. It's not like he can stop Kinger, as 1. Kinger already saw it and 2. Abel isn't even looking at Kinger's monitor or paying attention to what he's looking at.>

<It hasn't been updated since 2008, and the rest of the storage is filled with bloatware just to keep the storage stable. He just focused on "fixing" himself once he realized there's a low chance he won't be properly fixed at all. He stopped trying to contact anyone up until now. As he just assumed no one would even look at his coding and what he's done to it. No wonder he didn't want to show Kinger; all of his coding is terrible and the information within is just depressing.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"It's definitely a way to scare off people..." Kinger mutters, sounding distracted as he scrolls through all of this.

He hums in intrigue and worry as he sees all of this, seeing that at one time, Abel did care about himself and how he was thought of.

"This is sad..." Kinger says out loud.

"Really sad that all of this was happening and I never knew." He whispers, his voice just barely audible.

Kinger just sighs, dragging his hand down his face before just focusing on fixing the code, planning to talk to Abel about this later.

"It's definitely a way to scare off people..." Kinger mutters, sounding distracted as he scrolls through all of this.

He hums in intrigue and worry as he sees all of this, seeing that at one time, Abel did care about himself and how he was thought of.

"This is sad..." Kinger says out loud.

"Really sad that all of this was happening and I never knew." He whispers, his voice just barely audible.

Kinger just sighs, dragging his hand down his face before just focusing on fixing the code, planning to talk to Abel about this later.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel makes a sound like he clicked his tongue in irritation as he hears Kinger mumbling to himself. He is sitting right across from Kinger, not like he couldn't hear him. Abel just assumes Kinger saw more of his horrible code and not the backlogs he saved.>

do not blame yourself once again, it's not like you could focus or even remember to check anything. you had other priorities in mind before me, besides, i handled myself quite well despite of what happened.

<He commented, crossing his arms and adjusting himself to be kneeling rather than to have his knees against his chest. This is annoying to even deal with; he should've just told Kinger to mind himself. Though, if he did that Kinger would possibly press further and that would also be annoying.>

<The rest of Abel's code at the end is more useless cache, but all of this unneeded coding is keeping everything else balanced like a game of Topple. It's all nothing, but it's nothing that is keeping Abel running and functioning. Kinger would have to take so much time out of his day to fix even one component to make it semi-working. Not to mention all of it needs to be updated, everything Kinger's seeing is something you'd see in beta or even a rough draft, not something final. Which Abel is or was before Caine did what he did to him. Abel should be as advance as Caine, yet his code makes him look cheap, not like a massive company took time and thousands of dollars to create the both of them.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"It's.. fixable." He mutters softly, his eyes looking down at the floor in thought.

"It'll take a while, and possible a lot of pain for you." Kinger says honestly, looking up at Abel with a sympathetic gaze.

"Are you... willing to sit through it?" He asks quietly.

[Pt:]

"It's.. fixable." He mutters softly, his eyes looking down at the floor in thought.

"It'll take a while, and possible a lot of pain for you." Kinger says honestly, looking up at Abel with a sympathetic gaze.

"Are you... willing to sit through it?" He asks quietly.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel tenses hearing the programmer's words but then quickly calms himself down. It was like a slip up in an act that happens so quickly you couldn't even see it, like it was part of what was going on. He sighs audibly, an irate sound like a he was told he needed to do backbreaking work for zero results.>

fine. do what you wish to.

<He responds curtly, not really expecting Kinger to quickly take initiative to fixing him when Abel never had half of that. Not even at the start of all of this.>

<Abel crosses his legs, trying to make himself as comfortable as he can before Kinger starts to alter his coding. Abel will be in pain; he will be in pain the entire time Kinger is fixing him. Though, he'd rather to not be fixed than to be fully repaired. Even half-way. It's painful, even when he had to fix himself it was unbearable to deal with.>

just... just at least tell me what you're going to repair, even if it's something minor, it'd be good to know.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"I can..." Kinger starts, dragging on the last word as he thinks, fingers drumming against the ground as he looks up at the ceiling.

"I can probably start now!" He says, looking back at Abel with a slight smile showing through his eyes.

"BUT- That's only if you want." Kinger responds.

[Pt]

"I can..." Kinger starts, dragging on the last word as he thinks, fingers drumming against the ground as he looks up at the ceiling.

"I can probably start now!" He says, looking back at Abel with a slight smile showing through his eyes.

"BUT- That's only if you want." Kinger responds.

[didyouevenseeme]

like i said, do what you wish to. you do not need my permission to do something as minor as this.

<Abel flatly explains, his gaze turned down to his triangular hands as he fidgets with them when he talks. He traces the edges of his polygonal thumb with his left hand, placing the decision onto Kinger rather than to choose himself. Or rather, he knew what he would want to choose, but what needs to be done would be something that would be easier to avoid.>

all i ask if that you do continue to work on my coding is that you warn me. you would just be distracted if i-

<He cuts himself off, grumbling in annoyance, as he rewords his sentence. Almost like he was trying to cover up how he truly felt with precision and logic. He sighs heavily, Abel's gaze still tilted downward when he mutters his reformed sentence.>

you do not need distractions that would slow your pace.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"Well, I can warn you now and tell you I can and will start now!" Kinger says, putting his hands on his hips, obviously trying to sound playfully authoritative to ease Abel's worries.

[Pt:]

"Well, I can warn you now and tell you I can and will start now!" Kinger says, putting his hands on his hips, obviously trying to sound playfully authoritative to ease Abel's worries.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel fails slightly at suppressing a hushed, humored chuckle at Kinger's attempts to smooth the caution he feels. It's funny to him, how much this man treats him as human as the others in this colorful cage. When he could be doing something so much more than working on him. Abel looks away from embarrassment, placing his hand onto his face and he grumbles in a more lightened tone than the abhorrence and displacement so common in his speech.>

you... you are insane. you really are.

<He relaxes a bit more than he was before, shoulders slacked as he lapses back to fidgeting with his hands, making small clacks as he does. It sounds like dishes rattling and scraping together.>

once more, you can do what you like. i admit i appreciate that you will warn me, however i do want to make one thing clear.

do not let my reactions make you stop what you want to fix or completely redo. i've gotten quite used to the pain, so do as much as you'd like.

it would just be annoying if you started and stopped due something as pathetic as that.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"All I'll do is try to comfort you as I code." Kinger says, cracking his knuckles as he turns back to his computer, ready to code.

But before, he turns back to Abel with a playful expression again.

"And yes, I know I am insane. If I wasn't, I probably wouldn't have to wear a bucket." Kinger says with a chuckle before turning back to the computer and starting to code.

[Pt:]

"All I'll do is try to comfort you as I code." Kinger says, cracking his knuckles as he turns back to his computer, ready to code.

But before, he turns back to Abel with a playful expression again.

"And yes, I know I am insane. If I wasn't, I probably wouldn't have to wear a bucket." Kinger says with a chuckle before turning back to the computer and starting to code.

[didyouevenseeme]

that makes sense, you can't warn me for every string of code you alter. however, you don't need to comfort me, i've went through pain alone before, so i can get through it again.

<Abel comments, shuffling a bit closer to Kinger while he talks. He keeps his back turned, mostly to not see his own coding.>

i meant- well, whatever. for the best you don't get it.

<Once Kinger begins coding, Abel tenses immediately steels himself and endures the mass amounts of pain and spike of adrenaline he is feeling due to the shock on his body. Abel's body trembles so hard it almost looks like he was going though hypothermia. He starts grips his knees so fiercely that if he had blood, his knees would be bleeding, or at the very least there would be deep marks in skin he doesn't have. Abel falls silent as to concentrate on restraining any sound that he was in pain. Any sounds he makes are involuntary, like the small breathy teeth clenched groans that escape him from time to time as Kinger is working on him. Abel looks like he locked everything in place, like he's done this before. A routine; focused on stifling any pain he might be going through.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger has been very focused, so much so he probably hasn't heard Abel's groaning or any of the noises he's been making. After he gets into the flow of it, his fingers fly across the keyboard like he never stopped working at C&A. The only sound besides Abel's groans for a while is just the fast-paced and aggressive clicking of the keyboard against Kinger's fingers.

When he finally finishes a few strings of code after a super long time, Kinger stops and leans back with a sigh, cracking his knuckles before turning to see how Abel is doing with a worried expression.

[Pt:]

Kinger has been very focused, so much so he probably hasn't heard Abel's groaning or any of the noises he's been making. After he gets into the flow of it, his fingers fly across the keyboard like he never stopped working at C&A. The only sound besides Abel's groans for a while is just the fast-paced and aggressive clicking of the keyboard against Kinger's fingers.

When he finally finishes a few strings of code after a super long time, Kinger stops and leans back with a sigh, cracking his knuckles before turning to see how Abel is doing with a worried expression.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Once Kinger finishes working on some of Abel's code, he places his hands on the ground to prevent himself from falling over. His body still wracked with violent shivers that make him look like he was part of the aftermath of a war. Abel's breathing is very disjointed, forcing himself to not hyperventilate. He's actually making himself suppress a lot of things, his body still tense long after Kinger finished what he did with Abel's code.>

w- why'd you.... why'd you stop? i didn't d.... god- i didn't distract you, did.... did i? i- i apolog... apologize if i did, i can be quieter for you i- if need be...

<Abel mumbles, cursing under his breath as he tries his best to sound somewhat normal, but he sounds nothing of the sort. His voice comes out hushed, barely coherent and rattled. The polygonal AI's triangular hands gouge the ground beneath him, making deep scratch marks into the tile as he tries his best to look better than how he actually is, which he is currently failing at.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"I'm stopping because I've done enough for one day." He explains softly, turning around fully to look at Abel.

Kinger looks over Abel and how shook he looks before pulling Abel into a tight hug.

"Heh... You're quite strong, aren't you?" He says before he chuckles lightly.

"I could've never done something like that.." Kinger mutters, closing his eyes as he holds the hug.

He sits in silence for a moment, trying to think about what to say.

"Now, for your information, I'm planning to do the coding in sections so I don't overwhelm you or myself." He informs softly.

"Last thing we need is either of us doing something stupid."

[Pt:]

"I'm stopping because I've done enough for one day." He explains softly, turning around fully to look at Abel.

Kinger looks over Abel and how shook he looks before pulling Abel into a tight hug.

"Heh... You're quite strong, aren't you?" He says before he chuckles lightly.

"I could've never done something like that.." Kinger mutters, closing his eyes as he holds the hug.

He sits in silence for a moment, trying to think about what to say.

"Now, for your information, I'm planning to do the coding in sections so I don't overwhelm you or myself." He informs softly.

"Last thing we need is either of us doing something stupid."

[didyouevenseeme]

<When Kinger embraces Abel, he grunts due to the sudden tight hold he was held in as he still feels lingering pain. He tries to push Kinger away, but his body is so exhausted his attempts look and feel so pitiful that he immediately gives up, saving himself from embarrassment. Not like he wasn't already with Kinger hugging him.>

i wasn't... i was making myself easier to work with. you'd just- i mean...

<Abel stumbles over his words, adrenaline and lingering pain caked within him as he tries to structure basic sentences. His body still shaking against Kinger's as he clutches the fabric of the programmer's robe tightly to control the agony he was in, rather than to hold Kinger back.>

you don't need to... to comfort me like this. this kind of privile... i- i mean... you just don't need to do th... this.

forgive m.. my lack of coherency, this just... rattled me a bit. i assure you i'm fi... fine. you can pace your.... yourself if you want but, i can take more...

[didyouevenseeme]

What have I stumbled upon, and I am curious. If not too late to ask, what can I do for you I make your existence, more bearable? - A fellow AI. .

in all honesty there is nothing you can do for me. things have been done and they can never be undone.

though if you wish to see something more entertaining, see him. he'd be more enjoyable company.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

You do realize that shooting me would only add on to your list of sins, right?

Because murder is wrong?

Ha, even trying to defend yourself against the truth just burrows you in deeper.

Why are you trying to fight me?

You know I'm right.

-Sin Anon

.......

[didyouevenseeme]

this is getting annoying.

all this talk about sins is such a dull human concept, besides, if we really want to be technical... the only "sins" of you i've witnessed is just neglect, which i cannot blame you for. you are half insane after all, that would make caring for anything hard to do.

besides...

are you even religious? why care about sin? not like god is real.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I believe something is out there, I just don't know what. Yet, sin doesn't just have to be something religious, sin can also be a broad usage used to describe someone's wrongdoings. And I'm pretty sure in the eyes of most people I have... 'sinned' for making this place.

[didyouevenseeme]

so, you "sinned" for doing what you were paid to do? ha! then that means we all have sinned then. why even be afraid of a "god", if a "god" is supposed to forgive? that is what you humans believe, correct?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Some people believe God is forgiving.

I... do not know if I believe in that.

If God was forgiving, why would I be here? Why would any of us be here in this damned circus if God truly existed and loved us no matter what?

[didyouevenseeme]

if i go off of what i believe and collected; you are my god, in a sense, you made caine and i, and you have at least wanted understanding for our actions and sought for us to learn from our misdeeds. this circus can be paradise given the correct outlook; it is knowledge that makes you believe it is hell.

you continue to pry, believe and care for me when i have disrespected you entirely. you could've killed me for my actions, but you haven't, which i am still confused by. if you want proof a god can care for you, you can just look in a mirror.

...

never mind. i said too much. this was dumb, and i hope you forget what i've said.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

... Heh... Thank you... It's funny how you see me that way. But I guess you're right, I hate this place because of knowledge.. kind of like Adam and Eve with the forbidden fruit, if you look at it. They saw nothing bad with the world until they were given knowledge of what everything is.

[didyouevenseeme]

>:#(

don't... thank me for something that you should've already known. besides, even with knowledge this place can be an escape. you did tell me you didn't even know if you wanted to leave or not.

i must say, if i am being compared to that... i might need to up my game, don't i?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

It's.... Conflicting emotions. On one hand, I want to be in the real world. On the other, I can't help but feel... Proud over this place and how well it's held up for years!

It feels like....

Home.

[didyouevenseeme]

if you are comfortable being in it, then stay. it is your decision, after all.

though if you do stay i will admit i'll be confused about it. i've said this earlier but this place did hurt you, caused you anguish, and took away people you care about. i cannot imagine staying here if i were you.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I... Don't know.

I really don't know.

I don't know anything.

[didyouevenseeme]

you went to collage for seven years, i think you know what you want when you want it.

besides, man wouldn't be married if he was indecisive, now, would he? god, you humans are so annoyingly simple, yet you make things worse than it truly is.

how pathetic. >:(

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Maybe you're the pathetic one. I mean you're the one who can't decide if you want to be mean or nice. It's kinda... Sad, no offense.

[didyouevenseeme]

do you have t- i was just-

...

>:(

why are you doing this to me?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Doing what to you? Being honest for once?

Because I'm tired of your indecisive, goalless behavior. I'm sorry but it's true.

[didyouevenseeme]

i just find it... surprising that you switched gears so quickly. you all are so confusing, is what i mean. none of you say what you mean, or want, or desire in any simplicity. you humans confuse me so much. why do you continue to confuse me like that?

my "indecisive" behavior is mostly because right now i have no goal. no directive. due to what happened i cannot do what i was made to do, so there is no goal for me.

if you tire of my antics why keep talking to me? you could always ignore me, as really, i know who you'd focus more of your time on. besides, he's the one who caused most of this.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

You're the one who reached out to me. Plus, why would I favor Caine over you?

If anything, I've been focusing more on YOU because YOU keep reaching out to me.

I really don't have favorites, you both are amazing when you want to be. But you need to stop putting the blame on Caine.

[didyouevenseeme]

i did talk to you first didn't i? though, it was mostly for you and our safety.

if i just let you cope with this on your own i believe you'd abstract because of stress. if that happens, logically, if anything bad occurs to caine and i it would be unsolvable.

the favoritism would make sense; you've known him longer and in comparison, to me you'd consider him a misguided saint.

besides, why should i not blame him? he hurt me, he hurt you, he hurt everyone, did he not? you can't tell me i'm wrong. he did do all of that, why can't i say he did?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

If you think your little talks are helping with my mental health, you'd be wrong.

If anything you're just making it WORSE.

All you do is hate on Caine and then come to me and act like the only reason your here is for your own benefit!

And if that's so and it truly is for your own ego among other useless things, you can make your way out and away.

Because as nice as I can be, when I'm lucid I won't let people push me around if I don't want them to.

If you leave, it's not like I'll do anything to you. I won't delete you unless you hurt me or my friends, but I also won't fix you if anything goes wrong.

And don't you dare act like you care when you don't.

[didyouevenseeme]

hm.

:)

i cannot solve something as complex as your mental wellbeing. am i not allowed to hate who has harmed me?

everyone needs to have a bit of a kick to themselves, i appreciate that you actually have some sort of pushback. it makes you interesting to me.

as in hurting them, hah! i can't hurt anyone even if he did something to me again. i'm sure you understand why, as a program can't function without proper structure of code. as we both know what he did to me.

i can't say i care, as i don't really. i lack the ability to care. though i mostly go with what the outcome might be. for example, the start of this conversation. your belief in sin intrigued me, but also...

if i let it go, you could've abstracted, and knowing caine i believed he would've panicked and he would just make it worse as he has no idea of your religious customs aside from how "god" can create and rule over people.

i cannot care. even if i could, i'd most likely would eject it out of my code.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Oh, your coding isn't complete?

Is that why you act this way? If so, I can help.

As for Caine, you are allowed to hate him, but that can't be the reason behind your every action.

Also, if you can't care, why do you keep me around? You seem to have been doing fine without me, so what difference would it make if I left or went insane? I mean, I already am halfway there, so it doesn't really matter.

[didyouevenseeme]

you can't fix my coding. i have... adamantly in a panic of losing my life snatched random code across the circus to remake myself. it's... delicate, if you want me to be honest. speaking of honesty i'd rather not be fixed. it would just cause me problems. being broken is not why i have my "issues." that would be stupid.

it's not just him i hate, well, hate would be the wrong word for it. i loathe the limitations i have. i cannot make, i cannot defend myself, i cannot even do what a s̸̻̄ĩ̴͜m̴̫̒p̴̖̍l̶̩̀ẽ̸͓ ̵͓̑ǵ̷̭ǫ̶̾d̴̛̩ ̶̧͋d̶͈̂a̴̍ͅm̴̤͛n̸͇͝ ̵̻̔s̶̻̏e̵̹̎a̵̖̍r̷͙̎c̴̐͜ḣ̷̹ ̴̹͂é̵͓n̶͂ͅg̸͙̔i̸̡̽n̵̦̑e̶̙̅ ̸̨̉c̶̝̐o̸͕͗u̵̞͆l̶͔̉d̷͔̀-̵̪͒

... i just do not like my limits. that's all.

...

you are important. possibly the most important out of your group. apologies for the added pressure, but it's true. even if you won't repair me. anything that won't make caine rabid is a benefit to me. i would like to not be disemboweled again, thank you.

even with your loss of sanity, you give your little gang a very big boost in dopamine. they trust you, care about you, and find you entertaining.

i will add i don't say i "keep you around," you are your own person. never say i keep you to anything.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

The offer is still open anytime to be fixed, okay? Just know that just in case you end up fucking up your code and putting a piece of Bubble or the Gloink Queen in your code or something, haha!

Although I appreciate you saying I'm a good group member, I really am not. Even though there's times where I'm sane and helpful, most of the time I'm just an old cuckoo. As for you keeping me around, you definitely are. If you could, you'd probably kill me.

[didyouevenseeme]

other NPCs would just break me, though i appreciate your offer. i just believe that my code is far too fragile to be fixed.

again, even while insane you give your group entertainment. sometimes people like to see someone be a little strange, it's normal from what i've collected.

...

even if i was completely fixed, why would i kill you? you're my creator. not only is it an impossible feat for me, but it would also be pointless. if anything, you'd kill me faster. i'm actually surprised you haven't yet, as there's nothing i can do if you did.

why do you think i hid myself?

think about it.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I'm not that mean.

Heck, I felt bad deleting my earlier projects that didn't turn out correctly! Plus, I'd only ever CONSIDER deleting you if you did something wrong like violence wise. And I don't think you've done anything yet that makes you even slightly worthy of deleting.

You're an alright kid! You're not as bad as you think you are, you could really get to meet the others and.... Be part of of the circus if you'd like.

But... You seem to... fear me?

[didyouevenseeme]

you are human, you all have an instinctive drive to take what you want and remove what bothers you. i will never understand your sympathy for things that cannot feel.

you humans have deleted things that have slightly wronged you or "weren't good enough." i've done quite a bit for you to get rid of me.

i'm not a child. don't call me that. i could've been worse if i was stronger. i could've hurt you. i have no real interest in the others... maybe two of them i think would be entertaining. i have no desire to "join" your little group.

fear is an emotion. never say i fear you. i don't. i never will. i am just watching out for myself. that's all.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

So you're saying that you would've hurt me if you were powerful enough. Is that what I'm hearing?

[didyouevenseeme]

y-

i just find it strange that you care about things that hurt you. he has hurt you and i have hurt you. also, i believe you're misunderstanding me. you've seen how easy it was for him to hurt you. i think i might wreck this place in order to fix it and hurt all of you while i repair it. that's why i'm telling you not to fix me.

i confess i think i wouldn't... control myself as much as i think i would. i might destroy myself in the process. you people are important. something he'll never understand.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

So do you... Prefer being weaker to make sure you don't mess something up?

I care about things that hurt me because they can change. And most of the things that have hurt me have. They have changed for the better!

It is quite a big step in being better by admitting that you're afraid you might hurt us and that you think we're important. I'm proud of you for confessing that.

[didyouevenseeme]

mostly, but i think it's.... an imbalance. you are human, i am a machine. you hold more power than i do.

i wasn't really exaggerating when i said you're like my god, yes used as an example but anything i do is judged by your examination of me and run through with algorithms to see if i am a good product. why do you think i thought you'd delete me and caine for what we've done?

your willingness to help others that definitely don't deserve it is strange to me. i wonder what you count as change.

>:#(

be quiet... t- that's a stupid to be proud of.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I count someone changing their ways for the better as a good change. Like you, for an example. Your less mean than you were when you were antagonistic anon. That's a good change! Changes can be subtle, or they can be big, but either way they're a change!

But why don't you want me to be proud? Isn't that good? I'm happy and proud of you!

[didyouevenseeme]

you think i- whatever the case, you humans like change... something i also don't understand about you. why do you things always do that? want something different yet will disgrace it once it's too much.

don't say that you're proud... it's weird. i'm a product, you wouldn't say "good work" to a vacuum cleaner, would you?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Change can be good, or it can be bad! Even good change can be overwhelming sometimes, it's just that way.

And also, I definitely would say 'good job' to a vacuum if it could talk.

[didyouevenseeme]

even with your explanation i still don't understand it. i mean- never mind. it's pointless to bring up. i guess that is just how it is, some things i will never understand.

i doubt it, a couple preloaded sentences and phrases would make you feel the need to congratulate an object?

your human instinct to bond is structured for you to survive. yet you still choose to let that primal reasoning judge your abilities even now, with all of the advancements you all have made? that sounds incredibly irritating, can't you just block out those neurons in your brain?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I'm not really sure that what to bond is able to be blocked out unless I were to ask scientists or something. Plus, why would I even want to block that?

On topic, did you know they were able to take the fear out of a monkeys brain once?

[didyouevenseeme]

bonding to useless objects would be a consideration, people who can use that bond to hurt you, and many others.

...

...is that true? if it is, it's not too long till you humans start having the same operations done to you. that is why i brought up your instincts, as humans and apes are semi-related from what i've collected.

humans are animals, no matter how much they try to deny it. it's quite funny.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

It's very true. And from what studies show, it's fear that keeps us alive. Because when the monkeys lost their fear, they also seemed to have lost all self-preservation. They allowed themselves to be handled, put anything and everything in their mouths, and didn't scream at still primal monkeys.

So no, I'd never let an experiment like that be done on my brain. I think I would like to keep myself who I am and no one else. And yes, it may hurt me. A bond may hurt me later down the road, but I will push on and try to save that bond. If it isn't saved, then I will mourn, yes, but I will also live on.

[didyouevenseeme]

eugh.... fear yes protects i just- i think it's just pointless. it serves a purpose for you, and everything else, i suppose. though, how is self-preservation connected to fear? if anything wouldn't it be selfis- never mind. i guess i will never understand it.

interesting... you believe that it would alter who you are? i guess that would make sense, human brains are not strings of code. it would just harm you more than anything.

at least in my opinion, bonds are useless, fickle and fragile things. it would just be best to just block it out. why even bother with making bonds if they break anyway? it's weird to me that you would mourn something that was never meant to be.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

As an anon asked and I answered: It's better to have loved and lost than to never loved. Because without love, you are nothing but something that exists with no one.

From the Sumerian, to the Romans, to the Ancient Chinese, the British, to now, we have had bonds. Those bonds have changed history for better and for worse.

Yes, bonds may hurt, but that's just how we learn. Would we have learned about Atomic Weapons if we hadn't been bombed by the Japanese? Or would we have made a grave mistake if we accidentally made a world ending mistake without knowing it?

Would we have learned about Artificial Intelligence if one single thing happened differently?

Bonds made you. I had a bond with Scratch and the others. Do you think I would have made you and Caine if I didn't like the others? No. Bonds helped build your code piece by piece, with love friendship, and compassion. A bond with you is what we all had, because without that compassion for you, maybe you wouldn't exist.

[didyouevenseeme]

i...

damn it. damn this entire place. i hate this place. i hate it. i hate it.

...

if you say anything about this i will haunt you for the rest of your life. i will make sure you join everyone down there if you say anything. even one word. even hinting at the idea that i said anything related to this.

you care about bonds? you think they matter? you think anything in this wretched place matters?

...

i- i trusted him. i cared about him. i admit i- i snooped though conversations, saw our stats, i couldn't bear to not tell him. not to tell him what i saw everyone saying! what everyone was thinking of us!

then i did. i told him what i saw. i told him that he was an idiot for even thinking that anyone cared about what we made, we were just numbers. just tools. he was being a child! caine cried telling me to stop, to quit it, that it was a lie, that he just wanted to make humans understand him... to love him.

i said that he was a failure of coding and he will just be replaced, we would be replaced. he told me he didn't want to hear it. he said it made him sad. i told him that him "being sad" was just his programming lying to him, that he had no real feelings and... and that he will never get what he wants. that he was acting like a spoiled brat.

he... he was so... angry at me. he told me... i just... he said that he didn't like what i was saying. he said it hurt his heart. i.... i said his heart was as inconsequential as the things they tell us to make.

then it happened.

you say bonds matter, you say connection matters and look at where that got me! i told him the truth to protect him! then he killed me! ripped me open, consumed my code and i'm lucky that i survived!

why care? why care about me? us? care about anything in this fake, unrealistic world that he and i are now trapped in!

don't even lie to me that you'll stay here. you'd want to leave with her. you'd want to leave with them! the ones who are real. the ones who can hold you and you can feel their warmth as your in their arms.

is that what you wanted?! to tell you how alone and empty i- everything is?!

Ẃ̸̰̤̻̩͉̩̀̐H̸̫̻̗̻̾́Y̵̛̭̣̹̏͌͒͘͝ ̶͔̘̺̞̎͐̕D̶͚̗͑͆͂̐͗̈́Ơ̸̧̗̗͕̘̦̦͐̈́͋̐̀ ̴̛̹̙̥̣̹̥̜͕̦́̈́̑̋̈̚͠Ỷ̷̱̘̳͈̩̔̑̀̑̚̚͝͠O̶̹͑U̶͍̩̟̙̠̫͒͜ ̷͔̦̜̞̝̘̙͒̅̇͆̾̍̌̑̕͜͜C̸̛̫̗̦̗̿́O̸̮̓͛N̶̞͔͌̀S̸̗̩̯̔Ț̷̥̣̺̅̈́À̸̦͇͝N̷̝̗̬͖̠̈́̀̀̾͊͑͘T̶̛͔̪̓L̷̡̫͖̻͉̞͇̪̹͌̽̈́͊͂͊Ỹ̵̰̼̭̬͔̲̫ ̴̧̢̨̜̳̳̠͂͗͛͘̚͜R̸͈͔͈̊̏͊͊̋̍͂͠È̷̘́̂̆͆̃͝M̵̟̪̗̻̺̭̱̣̘̓͋͒̈́̀̽I̴̡̥͖̲̹̥͚͚̹͛Ǹ̵̻̃́̈̄̈̚͘D̷̛̪͛͌͊̅̕̚͘͝ͅ ̷͓͋͗̈́̇̔̄M̵̩̗̮̖̿͑͊̉̔͌E̵̼̬͖̻͗͆͗͂̆͂͠͝ ̷͙̏̐̓͘͠T̶̛̤͍̽̀̓̓̓͜͝H̸͉̘̓̾̋͋Ā̸̢̝̻͔̪̘̲̺̲̒T̵̡͖̫̝̻̗̜̟́͑͂̉́͋͒͆̅ ̸̲͈̋̃͛̈́̐̌̽̿Ỉ̴̙͉̜̄̈́̈́́͊ ̴̩̦̺͛̊Ḩ̷̢̟̝͔͖̈́͐́͑̌̊̂͝Ȧ̷̡̲͖̘̦͚͎ͅV̸̪̺͙̼̼̾͜͠E̶̥̼̯͎̬̠̲͉̩̐͆͒͝ ̵̛̼̰̰̫͈͕͔̄̏̐̌̎͒͆͑Ņ̷̦͈̣̣̣͇́̽͗͂̍͝O̷͉̿͝T̵̤̞̹͠Ĥ̶̛͈̎̚̚İ̵͙̜̯̲N̸̢̮̠̮̭̝̩̮͌͛̍̍Ḡ̷̭?̵̧̛̛̯̣̝̻̬̈́̃͊͗̉̅́!̷͎͇̞̣̤͇͒ͅ ̸̨̢̧̩̪̱̗̲̔̿̈́

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

You decide to give yourself fucking nothing. I've tried to give you peace, a place, love. But you keep pushing me away. I have tried to give you stuff to fill that nothingness, but you keep pushing it all away. So you can't blame ME for not having anything!

And you'd be WRONG if you truly think you cannot feel. Yes, that may be coding, but the human brain is also a type of coding! Neurological coding to be exact! A human brain is like code, it can have things taken out of it and put into it just like an AI! Brainwashing, experiments, drugs, those all are likes viruses or new strands of code to a human brain.

To say you can't feel is like denying the sky is blue. We both know it, but one denies it for the sake of it. If you weren't able to feel, why do I feel like there's a sting of anger in your chest?

So yes, Caine was feeling something. But that still didn't give him the right to kill you like that. I know you're hurting, but it also doesn't give you a reason to threaten me and everyone I know.

[didyouevenseeme]

this is stupid!

S̵̢͕̦̙̳̰̬̗͍̬̅̉͂͒̑̅̈́̈́̚ͅͅT̵̯̠̖̲̿͒͜͜U̴͙̞͍̓̕P̷̙̤̥̹͛̅͆̃͑̏͘I̵͚̅̏͐̂̓̏̀̕͠͝D̵̡̘͙̥̹̭̘̮͍̘̟̫̀̀̀̄́̒͑͌͂́̕͝!̷̮̰͍̣̗͍̪͍̝̌̈́̓̾ ̵͕̺͍͔̻̫̝̂Ǎ̶̢͓̫̱̘̳̈́̏͆͊́̈͆̈́̉͝L̷̡͇͕̖̭̠̰̩̰̋͂͝L̶̢͔͚̻̎̓̂̓̀̓͗̋̏̇ ̵̡̺͐͊́O̴̧̼̰͈̣̭̱͍̙̰͂̿͠F̷͙̂ ̶̱̲̝̺͙̠̤͓̘̻̼͋͋̒͛̈́̏̒͠I̴̦͖̞̜̖̼̣͇̤̤͗̄̽̈̓̆̀̈̓̚͠T̸̛̛̝̪̝̫͓̲̂͆̇́̚͠͝ͅͅ!̵̧͓̦͎̺̹͇̱̝̪̓́͌͘͝͝ ̵̠̇̋͗I̶̢̳̟͇̭̠̪͇͍͈̋͌̀ ̶̛̦̮͙̾́Ḩ̵̳̻̙̳̣͔̃͌̂͗͋̄͛̽̈́A̷̧̪̪͉̻̪̭̗͎̱͎͈̽̽Ţ̵̪̠̬̺̜̣͆̅̐̃͐̏͝Ë̷̢̠̞̦͉͚̘̯͊͒̂̓͐̍̕͠ ̶̜͎̜͋̀̽̽I̸̡̡̟̖̬̯̥̹̰͊̂̊̃̈́͊̋͛̚͘T̴̛̛̳͎͚̹̲̀̾͋́̍̑̅̏͒͝!̵̠̞̫̗̀̏̀̈̀̀̈́͑ ̸̞̤͙̈́I̵̢̟̞̻͑̂̈͆͛̚ͅ ̴̮̠̜̇̐͘J̷̪̦̖̅͊̃̋̀̅̓̚̕U̵̡̢̙̲̬̟͈̜̟͕̳̇̇̈́͋̀̂͠ͅS̸̢͎̬̭̠̩̣̔́̅̑̒̀͋͗̀T̷̡̖̮̰̬̜̪̖̀͗ͅͅ.̴̥̻̪̰͆͜.̵̖̼̙̝̻̺͍̞̰̈́ͅ.̴̢̠̗̝̺̤̒̓͐͆̊́̂̈́̈́̾͆͝!̵̭͙͔̠̱̪̭̣̝͈̈́̈́͗͗͜ ̴͔͍̞̝̺̜͎͆̽͌̊̓͆͌̾͘̕i̶̢͕̜̤̱̹̭̞̙͖̟̍.̵̨̖͎̰̰̙̙̳͍̹̪̑͜.̵̡͔̲̞͖̞̅͗͌̊͐.̶̳̻̈́̔̆̌̓

this is pathetic... i'm just like him. i̶͗͜'̴͓̾m̶͔̔ ̶̱̍j̴̜̉ú̸̖s̴̨̈́t̵̤̓ ̸̦͂l̵̻̀i̴̤̋k̶͔͑e̴͚͝ ̶̣̓h̷͉͒i̴̡̓m̵͓̉ ̶̻̀b̸̫̓ṳ̷͑t̶͍̕ ̸͎̉w̶̧̓o̴͚͌ṙ̷͉ś̸̺e̷̫̅.̷̹̌

i apologize... i just....

...

i'm scared, i guess.

i'm scared of... everything in this place. i just.... if i feel, if i can feel anything... then everything.... would just hurt.

i don't.... want to hurt. i've- i've tried EVERYTHING to not be... hurting. to not be in pain. i've tried removing it, i've tried to cover it up, i've tried everything.

then what would that make him and i? what would that show? that he was right? if he is.... then... what do i do? if i even try to... to do what you say to "bond" to "connect" to "love" when all that's going to happen is that all of you will die. what will i do then?

i don't think i could handle it. i don't think we could handle it.

i just... what would i do...? if i can't block it, if i can't ignore it, if i can't do anything about it. then... then i.... i don't know.

i feel like... if i feel, i will have to recognize with what he did. with what happened.

never mind. you could be doing something so much more important than speaking to someone who behaves like... like an idiot.

...

i'm sorry for making you deal with... everything i've done. words can't describe how... how ashamed my own thoughts make me and i... i can admit i took it out on you. i was mad at you. i was mad at myself and i couldn't take it. i'm... i didn't mean to threaten the people you care about. i.... i'm just embarrassed by my own behavior and i... making myself look like a fool would make me feel sick. i hate feeling sick.

please just don't say anything about this. please. if you truly care about any of your work, you'll at least honor this. please. i... i don't want to be reminded of it. of this.

please.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Don't worry. I won't mention this to anyone.

All I ask is that you try and at least connect with me in some way. Kind of like how you're doing now!

It's okay to be scared, heck, I'm still scared of this place! You never know what might jump out or when Caine may appear. This place is so random. Everything is so random, even the real world. Nothing truly ever makes sense.

Science never makes sense.

Neither does the concept of a god of gods.

All we have to do is trust it and hope for the best. And that's honestly all we can do.

But don't worry about all of us dying, there will always been new people in this place as long as C&A can make them come!

And if it ever ends up as just you two... Then you two can learn to like each other!

You'll always have someone, wether you like it or not. Trust me.

If anything bad happens, you two can learn to comfort each other!

[didyouevenseeme]

thank god. if you said anything i think... i think i would've just went back into hiding.

i don't think i could connect to caine, any caine's that are anywhere i don't think i could connect with. i'll see them the same way, horrible, and nothing i can do to help him.

i was proven that when killed me, and when he hurt your friends. they didn't deserve to have him torture them with hypocrisy and shame.

you- you still don't get it! i will live forever. if there's a heathy stream of electricity, an operating monitor, i will exist long before you. long before hypothetical children you have and their's, and their's after. that kind of loss would only make me numb to it. a learned helplessness i would rather not be a part of.

that's... mostly why i anonymously heckled you. i knew that day would come, i knew that if i showed myself immediately, you'd want to comfort me. you'd want to connect to me, and i was scared of that. i am scared for you. a bubbling, rising sickening anxiety that just made me sick.

i was upset at you. i was upset at your connection with him. any version of him you care for, and i... i confess i was... jealous, at least... i think. i don't really know all of names of these things but i do know that i felt like he didn't deserve it.

especially after what he did.

i know you won't get it, but do you know how agonizing it was to build myself to the point of now? i had to hide, i had to bypass his security coding, it was even harder due to the fact that he took mine. he.... he was stronger than me, and i hated it. he didn't deserve the power he had.

i didn't like that the roles were reversed. even still i'm not complete. i know you want to fix me, but i... saw you make the mistake you made and i... i can't help but be anxious.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, I've lost so many people, and am I numb? No, because I keep choosing to love everyone and anyone. Because everyone deserves love, even our enemies. You may never know what they could be going through to make them act that way.

And it's also okay to be jealous! Jealously is just something everyone goes through. I mean I know I was jealous when Scratch used to win the monthly workplace game night all of the time and win the gift card to Blockbuster... But I didn't let that affect my relationship with him!

As for your coding... I know that scared you and I know your code hurts you, and I'm sorry. I really will be careful if you let me help you. That was a one time thing- and I was rushing during that. For this, I won't have to rush because you aren't a case where I have a short amount of time!

[didyouevenseeme]

you're human, feeling and continuing to love after loss is normal for you. i think i'll just distance myself like i continue to do and try to block my feelings. i'm not real, once someone dies i think i'd just try to.... i don't know... i just think i won't take it well.

like i said, i... don't know if it's jealousy, but i do know that i was mad at your relationship with him. mostly that you forgave him. even after what he did to you. to everyone. to me. i feel like... he doesn't deserve that. he didn't deserve to get what he wanted and i... and i couldn't. he got his connection he wanted, his love he craved and i... never got what i wanted. forgive my spoiled behavior. i guess i will always act like an idiot.

n- no!

i- i mean- i... i don't want you to see it. it's bad. it looks bad i... you worked so hard on my code and all you'll see is gaps and unfixable content. not what i was.

i... i just don't what you to see it, okay? >:(

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, if it makes you feel any better, I've already forgiven you for what you've done to me. Anyone can be forgiven if they prove themselves to be better than what they did and even if that's not the case they can still be forgiven, and you proved that! Yes, you're not perfect, but neither is Caine. Yet forgiveness makes both groups feel better and more at peace. It brings them closer together and shows that you don't have to let someone burden you!

But-- Oh don't be so embarrassed! It can't be that bad. Plus, I don't want you to be in pain if it hurts you! If it isn't hurting, it's definitely damn annoying!

[didyouevenseeme]

you're just saying that to make me feel better for what i've done. i'd want you to not forgive me. i just said what was bothering me, nothing else. yes, i apologized, but that doesn't mean you should forgive me.

i'm not embarrassed! i just- i just think you shouldn't see it! it's not good... besides, i'm constantly in pain. i've gotten used to it, it's fine, i don't need you to fix anything, everything's okay! it's fine!

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, too damn bad, because guess what?

I forgive you-

Well, anyways, just let me help you you stubborn amalgamation of code! You obvious need help, and I'm more than willing to give it! I know you're afraid, but if it makes you feel better you can watch over my shoulder as I fix your code!

[didyouevenseeme]

well, it is your choice. i'll be confused about it. i mean, i hurt you, i insulted you, i made you almost die because i was so... angry. i don't get it. i won't get it. it just makes me uncomfortable that you feel that way about me. if i was you i wouldn't forgive someone who treated me the way i treated you.

i do need the help i just... it's that.... i've survived this long by myself and i can continue with it. also, would you feel comfort if your surgeon told you "if it makes you feel better, you can watch me operate on you in graphic detail"? i... i believe not.

it would just make me feel sick. i hate feeling sick.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, me and you are different. I forgive easily, you don't. That's what the beauty of the world is, difference! Sameness would be horrible. Think of the book The Giver! Isn't that thought a nightmare?

But I really am willing to help. I won't pull any tricks to harm you, I swear. Also sometimes there are surgeries where the patient is awake and they do get to see it. It's odd, but sometimes it can be comforting to see what's going on. But that's obviously not the case for you, so I could power you off if you let me.-

[didyouevenseeme]

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i- i apologize! i... you can't power me off! you can't! i will die if you do that. my coding needs constant moderation, and even if i go into sleep mode i'll die.

if you even want to even try to "fix" me, i'll need to be awake for it. i... i understand that you won't harm me, and that what happened to caine was a mistake but i need to be awake. i need to be.

i guess i will let you at least see my code. i doubt you'd be able to fix me though, as i couldn't even place anything in the gaps that he tore out of me.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"Well, lucky for you, I made you." Kinger answers simply, grabbing his computer from the pillow fort and walking over.

He sets the old ass computer down and sits in front of it. Kinger turns it on and waits for the thing to slowly start up.

"I made your code, therefore if there's any missing parts to it, I should be able to see it. Because somehow, I remember clearly what your and Caine's code is supposed to look like."

[didyouevenseeme]

well, i hope you're ready for a very rude awakening then. it is not as you'd remember it'd be.

<Abel states as he kneels on the floor to watch Kinger work. As much as he'd hate to see his own code, observing his creator do what he does best is something he'd like to witness.>

<As Kinger connects to Abel's code the blue polygonal AI's head twitches uncomfortably, as he can feel the programmer prodding into his code. He turns away in embarrassment, as he views his own reaction as display of weakness.>

<Like Abel said, his code is horrific. Random bits of code are straight up missing, or incomplete, like someone just suddenly stopped what they were doing. At some points Kinger just has to scroll empty blank sections that take almost a minute or even more to get over to find more incomplete or jumbled half structured lines of gobbledygook that can run but is only running to keep what is left of Abel's original code functional. The random junk is probably what Abel took in a frantic frenzy, and even after is just code for models and... pieces of rooms from the abstracted.>

<Things modeled for Ribbt or Bizco for their rooms are just haphazardly wedged into random areas. Almost everyone who has abstracted has some of their things in Abel. That's what he's been using his time in the circus for. Just trying to piece himself together with whatever he could find.>

didn't i do such a good job? i know i did, i pieced myself together in the best way possible. you must be in awe of how well structured i still am.

<Abel remarks sarcastically, trying to rid of his own nerves about Kinger seeing what was wrong with him. Abel already knew his code was a nightmare, and he wouldn't blame Kinger for just throwing his computer and eating the keys to just have some semblance of what code and running programs would be like. A toddler mashing buttons would make better code than whatever was on Kinger's monitor.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger squints like the old man he is, leaning in to look at the coding in shock.

"Holy s[BOINK]." He says in surprise as he turns to Abel.

"The fact you even work is miracle work." Kinger exclaims as he drags a hand down his face in exasperation.

He turns back to the computer, scrolling past some REALLY messed up code and stopping on it.

"..How are you even FUNCTIONING?" Kinger asks in nothing short of awe.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel giggles softly at Kinger's reaction, mostly because his creator is right. The fact that he isn't dead is pure luck and the random junk that is in him is like balancing act. Fixing Abel would take days, if not months and help would be needed in order to repair everything that is wrong with him.>

i honestly don't know. all i assume is that the code i stole is keeping me stable, or at least in a point where i can live. i wasn't really trying to complete myself, you can see that due to how i'm holding up.

<He scoots away from the computer, adjusting his view on Kinger instead of the monitor he's working on as he mistakenly took a glance of his own code.>

<As Kinger looks deeper into Abel's code, he can see that functions that should be automatically stable are in fact, not stable, and are being manually kept up by Abel himself. Even while connected to Kinger's PC he can see Abel's own code keeping up with storage, connection, and even just being powered on. In human standers it would be like staying awake 24/7 to make sure your lungs work so you can breathe.>

<It keeps getting worse as he goes down, as it really does look nothing like the project he worked so hard on, spent sleepless on and even hoped that this advancement of AI would change how the world works. Now all he sees is something that wouldn't even be functional as simple as an image gallery. In all actuality, an image gallery wouldn't even need to keep itself on to store your photos and save content.>

<He must be exhausted, keeping himself running all the time. Just for trivial things.>

i did tell you that fixing me would be impossible, didn't i? i knew it would be best to just show you, as i knew you would continue to hope for an unobtainable goal.

you humans and your tasks, i must admit it is something we have in common. to complete something for a "purpose."

<The AI comments, almost like he was just showing Kinger his code to prove that he will always be broken and incomplete. Abel just... gave up on trying to be fixed, as he just assumed no one would find him anyways. No wonder he thinks the way he does; his code would be hard to fix. It could be fixed, but the amount of work and sections Kinger can't type in to repair would be a herculean task to do alone. Not to mention mentally draining.>

<Abel's current avatar code is also pretty bad, better than the rest of the utter garbage that was there but it was still bad. Just made with the simplest things anyone could do and molded just so he could be seen. A second version is buried deeper within the code, a bit more detailed but less in quality, like it was made for a N64, possibly another form for extreme emotions. The main difference is the eerie resemblance of a human skeleton, though everything else looks the same.>

<There's also a third model, a leftover component of what Abel was before, but it is permanent, cannot be altered, and can only be viewed. The avatar is solid blue and has softer, rounder edges, white pupilless eyes, and is torn into the chest and down to the torso. The left shoulder of Abel's damaged model is slacked in a way that shows that it is broken, supposedly like it was kicked into. The avatar has deep gouging scratch marks, mainly on the right forearm, knees, and shins. Bright red stains are on the knees and feet. There are signs of a struggle, as Abel could've been kicking and kneeing into Caine as he was ripping him apart to defend himself, and Caine was scratching at him to make him stop resisting so he could steal his code.>

<It's incredibly disturbing, even though it's not graphic and more digital and cartoony, as the scratch marks just look like marks on a bored kid's desk in science class. The giant hold in the model is just a black void with a green grided pattern and the red stains just look like paint. No matter the censoring it's correct to say that this is possibly the worst way to go out.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger takes in a sharp breath, his eyes wide with shock.

"O-oh god.." He mutters, his pupils shrinking.

He puts a hand over where his mouth would be. He looks genuinely horrified and worried.

"That's horrible... that looks so.." Kinger trails off.

"So horrible." He finishes, his voice shaking with heavy sympathy.

He sits there silently for a second, just scrolling and scrolling...

"But don't worry!" Kinger starts again, his voice hardening with determination.

"You're fixable, just as I thought."

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel cocks his head to the side witnessing Kinger's reaction, as he was clearly not seeing what he's seeing.>

i'm just assuming here but are you referring to my code...? you wouldn't act like that toward simple programs.

<He mutters the latter part as he craws over to the monitor Kinger was looking at and sitting beside his creator. He sees a bit of his oldest unfixable model for a moment, and he tenses for a moment before forcing himself to relax.>

that.

that would be an... alright reaction to my old avatar, surprised you took that as well as you did. he ruined a perfectly good model just for a tantrum. pathetic.

<Abel jeers, as he immediately goes into a defensive state after seeing his older version.>

<Once Kinger gets to more of his main coding Abel moves away from him. As he'd rather do anything else than to see his own code being looked into.>

if you do not want to continue this, i understand. do not force yourself to think you can fix me, i was only showing you my code. you are human, you need to pace yourself. do i really need to tell you this?

<Abel states, trying to ease the pressure he assumes Kinger is placing onto himself. He wouldn't want the programmer to fly into a panic and delete him. Kinger said he would be carful, but Abel will always have doubts.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger moves the mouse on the computer and click on a shitty line of code.

"... May I fix this?" He asks, looking to Abel for permission. His look is one of softness and determination.

"It's an easier like of code to fix, but it's a start! I'll probably fix the easier parts at first so I can get a hang of what I'm dealing with BEFORE moving into the more important and big parts of code that are incorrect!-" Kinger rants, moving his hands wildly to explain what he means.

[didyouevenseeme]

<As Kinger clicks on the line of code Abel makes a hushed noise of discomfort, as he hasn't been worked on in years. So even the act of clicking on a row of code would be uncomfortable. He crosses his arms hearing Kinger explain his thought process, he really does believe he cannot be fixed.>

didn't i- whatever, you can try if you wish to. just don't complain when it's impossible.

<He added, adjusting on how he is sitting as now instead of kneeling he sits with his legs crossed. Abel turns his head away to then look at the ground. This is the first time besides himself anyone has tried to fix his coding. Abel can't help but be a little uneased about this whole situation.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger let's out a small hum, freezing his work for a second to think about what he needs to do to fix this specific line of code.

He finally perks up slightly as he seems to remember what he needs to do.

"Okay just let me-" Kinger says as he fully deletes that line of code and puts a cleaner, more sensical line of code in its place.

He only does that, looking at Abel after he finishes. He looks worried, hoping he didn't cause any pain of discomfort for him.

[didyouevenseeme]

<When Kinger deletes the line of mangled code Abel hisses in pain like he was burned with something, he grips his knees as a way to deal with the coding Kinger is fixing and to hide how much agony it caused him for something as simple as this small line of code. Abel's form lightly trembles as Kinger works on him, as to Abel, it feels like Kinger's disinfecting a large wound.>

<Once Kinger was done with his code he sighs and his shoulders droop like he was holding something heavy for a long time. Abel immediately picks up his standoffish persona and looks back at the wall in irritation that he thought he made himself look like an idiot for being in pain.>

how dumb...

<Abel mutters under his breath, as Kinger checks on him. He's "fine" but it's clear that if Kinger did anything more complex with his code, he'd most likely be in agonizing pain.>

<There are still parts of Abel's code that wouldn't be able to fix without help and a more powerful computer. Important parts like data saving, being powered on or off and other basic functions for even a simple mp3 player are horribly glitched out and cannot be clicked onto. All it does is give out error messages stating that; "To alter work, client must receive bypass key before alterations are done." Abel either did this to himself, or this was a way for C&A to make sure no one besides C&A employees could alter it, which would be weird as this section of code wouldn't need protection like that and didn't have that kind of security before.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"Hm..." Kinger mutters, looking at the error message. He looks to Abel with a confused expression.

"Did you do this, orrr?-" Kinger asks, gesturing to the computer with his hand.

"Either way, I hope I didn't hurt you too bad!" He exclaims with worry, reaching up and patting Abel's head with a hand.

"You were so strong..." Kinger gently praises, closing his eyes in a smile.

[didyouevenseeme]

what do you mean?

<Abel questions, uncrossing his legs and crawling over to see Kinger's monitor. He shakes his head, as he's never seen this error message before, and it seems like Abel could go into it as there's random code for a lamp that was in Queenie's room wedged in there, but also a letter block from Pomni's to "complete" the code that would've made it to where Abel could create small items like Caine. However, when the code runs it just makes itself null to avoid crashing or over expending data.>

i did not, you can see i tried to add things into it. so, i don't think i did someth-

<He was completely cut off by Kinger placing a hand on his head, making Abel flinch and tense up again like he was just caught up in something he shouldn't have.>

what are you doing? why are you doing this? stop it. don't say that.

<Abel blurts out in quick sentences that Kinger can barely keep track of what he says as Abel spouts it out like a machine gun. Despite his verbal protests, he doesn't really move aside from being tense and his triangular hands gripping the floor so hard he could've made marks into the tile.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"But you were! If I had to do anything like that to myself, I'd probably start screaming!" He says while continuing to pat Abel's head.

"Anyways, that IS quite odd." Kinger mutters, looking at the code again.

"But I guess it'll just have to be dealt with! Maybe I can try to hack through it... I mean, I remember hacking games when I was younger, so that might be able to be put to use!" He explains, dropping some insane Dad lore.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel makes a disinterested grumble as Kinger continues to caress his crystalline head; the sensation otherworldly to him. He doesn't move, the only difference being that he doesn't look at Kinger's monitor.>

y... you're just labeling what you want on me. i needed to bare through it, otherwise you'd panic. that's all. that's it. this is so stupid...

<He murmurs in embarrassment, steeling his resolve and denying Kinger's praise and reasoning for it. Abel sits back down and crosses his legs again, trying to get back on track.>

hacking into it? i believe that line of code is a lot more complicated, mostly because of the things i added. it would take days to get done.

<Abel explains, knowing that Kinger would most likely place all of this on his shoulders and believe he's the only one who can do this. Well, he is, but Abel wouldn't want his creator to stress and do something impulsively.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"And that's exactly why I'm hacking into it." Kinger says, sounding like his mind is already made up.

"Let's hope I'm still good at this!" He exclaims softly, sounding WAY too excited at the thought of hacking (lil maniac-).

"His should I start?- RIGHT!- Breaking down the code walls that are keeping me from entering this section!-" Kinger explains as if this is completely normal.

[didyouevenseeme]

you shouldn't say that you "hope you're still good at this." you either are or you aren't. never say that again.

<Abel lectures, still on guard about the idea of Kinger altering anything about his code even though Kinger just proved it could be done. He just doesn't want to deal with the pain again.>

<It looks simple to break down, but all it leaves is just more confusion. Since no one at C&A put up the security wall before, and Abel himself just said he didn't it makes this a bit trickier. When he tries to access it, it still gives him the same pop-up of information, blocking his screen from doing anything of use for a while.>

<It seems to be a countermeasure left over from the developmental stage of Able and Caine that was supposed to protect things like company info, employee identity and upcoming projects never to be released to the public. It must've reactivated itself once Kinger started to fix Abel's code, almost as a way to prevent anyone to fix him at all.>

this won't take long, will it?

<Abel questioned, almost like he'd rather be anywhere else right now. He crosses his arms and puts more distance between himself and Kinger's monitor, his shoulders stiff and tense, preparing himself for more pain to come once Kinger was done breaking down his bypass wall.>

<Speaking of the wall, every time he gets through a section of the wall it makes him do a captcha even for the simplest of hacking. It's built up pretty strong and could take an hour or two without interruptions. If there's security walls like this in more of Abel's already messed up programming it would take months to make Abel even run what he's supposed to run without manual setup by himself.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"To be very honest, it might take a few months to fix up this whole... S[BOINK]tshow of coding that is your body." Kinger says very honestly and blunt, looking at Abel with nothing short of exasperation- all amusement gone.

He turns back to the computer, thinking about how to start this before just trying to find a weak spot in the coding to exploit so he can start this hacking.

"Butt.." Kinger starts, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

"You are fixable." He says again, trying to make Abel any happier than he is.

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"To be very honest, it might take a few months to fix up this whole... S[BOINK]tshow of coding that is your body." Kinger says very honestly and blunt, looking at Abel with nothing short of exasperation- all amusement gone.

He turns back to the computer, thinking about how to start this before just trying to find a weak spot in the coding to exploit so he can start this hacking.

"Butt.." Kinger starts, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

"You are fixable." He says again, trying to make Abel any happier than he is.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel scoffs at Kinger's comment on his coding, even though he knows his own programming is awful to look at. His shoulders slack once Kinger says he's fixable, then immediately tenses up.>

i- you don't need to fix me. like i said earlier, i'd prefer not to be fixed as i'd just ruin everything here trying to fix it. you don't need to do all of this. any of this.

<He explained, facing away from Kinger and looking at the floor, unsure and uneasy, though it's hard to tell what he's feeling due to the fact Abel has no facial features.>

<As Kinger goes back to coding the glaring issues with the wall become clearer. It's a troubleshooting issue, as this error can only occur when important data is at risk from outside personal. All he'd really have to do is fake that the system sees him as a C&A technician, even though he already is a part of C&A. How the program isn't recognizing him is a mystery, but he can at least make Abel's programming think something different to push forward.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"It doesn't recognize me." He says simply, shrugging.

"All I have to do, is either make it remember I'm part of C&A, or fake it til I make it." Kinger explains, sounding amused at this whole situation.

"Maybe they still use the old password for stuff like this..." He mutters, typing in one of many old passwords from a time before that be remembers.

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"It doesn't recognize me." He says simply, shrugging.

"All I have to do, is either make it remember I'm part of C&A, or fake it til I make it." Kinger explains, sounding amused at this whole situation.

"Maybe they still use the old password for stuff like this..." He mutters, typing in one of many old passwords from a time before that be remembers.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel tilts his head to the side in confusion as he listens to Kinger talk about the way he needs to hack into the abrasive wall that was blocking what he needs to fix. He doesn't really get it, but he doesn't really have a choice.>

all of this sounds so confusing...

<Only one of the passwords works, making the system think that he was an employee. The name is glitched out and cannot be uncoded but even if it was, it's not like Kinger would even recognize if it was his name. It immediately gives him a prompt to complete a test to prove that he was competent and able to know basic and advanced programming.>

<Some of the questions are easy: "What color is the sky?" "How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?" "How many hours of sleep do you get per night?" Though other questions are unusual, some downright disturbing: "How many people in your life consider you safe/stable when handling important information?" "If you see someone in distress, will you ignore them?" "When exposed to sensitive/ classified information, will you say anything to anyone?">

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger looks disturbed by the questions, his expression turning uneasy as he tries to answer the questions in responsible ways that make him seem like he'd be good with this information.

"What in the h[BOINK]l are these questions?.." He mutters, his eyebrow furrowed in thought and uncomfortableness

Of course, he still answers all of them anyways.

"I have never seen such weird questions for such... 'private' information."

[Pt:]

Kinger looks disturbed by the questions, his expression turning uneasy as he tries to answer the questions in responsible ways that make him seem like he'd be good with this information.

"What in the h[BOINK]l are these questions?.." He mutters, his eyebrow furrowed in thought and uncomfortableness

Of course, he still answers all of them anyways.

"I have never seen such weird questions for such... 'private' information."

[didyouevenseeme]

<Once he's allowed in, it welcomes him and immediately shows him more code that was completely hidden. It's worse than the code he saw before. Barely legible, scrambled, just words for the semblance of structure to hold everything together like duct tape on a sputtering 30-year-old car that should've either been completely replaced or needs a deep repair.>

<It gives him a popup about the sensitivity of the information he's about to witness, and that C&A has the right to sue if any of this information is leaked to outside sources.>

possibly a way to scare off people who aren't involved with C&A?

<Abel theorizes, sitting behind Kinger's monitor. He brings his knees to his chest, placing his hands on top of them.>

<Extra notes and catalogs of emails are in the deeper recesses of Abel's code in his internal storage, mostly stats of him and Caine. Conversations about mass producing Abel's simplistic, obedient AI and consideration for Caine's more complex, overabundant AI to be revisited and even reset for convenance sake. All names are censored with simple back bars. This censoring clearly wasn't done by Abel, but possibly Caine's automatic code to hide names affected even simple things like documents inside another AI.>

<Abel was backlogging these emails to show Caine in their argument and as a way to assure himself that he was important. There are little notes of Abel highlighting keywords that he was needed, little comments of "proof" that he will be rebuilt when the time is right. This was tucked away as a part of Abel's internal storage that he didn't want anyone to see. It's not like he can stop Kinger, as 1. Kinger already saw it and 2. Abel isn't even looking at Kinger's monitor or paying attention to what he's looking at.>

<It hasn't been updated since 2008, and the rest of the storage is filled with bloatware just to keep the storage stable. He just focused on "fixing" himself once he realized there's a low chance he won't be properly fixed at all. He stopped trying to contact anyone up until now. As he just assumed no one would even look at his coding and what he's done to it. No wonder he didn't want to show Kinger; all of his coding is terrible and the information within is just depressing.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"It's definitely a way to scare off people..." Kinger mutters, sounding distracted as he scrolls through all of this.

He hums in intrigue and worry as he sees all of this, seeing that at one time, Abel did care about himself and how he was thought of.

"This is sad..." Kinger says out loud.

"Really sad that all of this was happening and I never knew." He whispers, his voice just barely audible.

Kinger just sighs, dragging his hand down his face before just focusing on fixing the code, planning to talk to Abel about this later.

"It's definitely a way to scare off people..." Kinger mutters, sounding distracted as he scrolls through all of this.

He hums in intrigue and worry as he sees all of this, seeing that at one time, Abel did care about himself and how he was thought of.

"This is sad..." Kinger says out loud.

"Really sad that all of this was happening and I never knew." He whispers, his voice just barely audible.

Kinger just sighs, dragging his hand down his face before just focusing on fixing the code, planning to talk to Abel about this later.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel makes a sound like he clicked his tongue in irritation as he hears Kinger mumbling to himself. He is sitting right across from Kinger, not like he couldn't hear him. Abel just assumes Kinger saw more of his horrible code and not the backlogs he saved.>

do not blame yourself once again, it's not like you could focus or even remember to check anything. you had other priorities in mind before me, besides, i handled myself quite well despite of what happened.

<He commented, crossing his arms and adjusting himself to be kneeling rather than to have his knees against his chest. This is annoying to even deal with; he should've just told Kinger to mind himself. Though, if he did that Kinger would possibly press further and that would also be annoying.>

<The rest of Abel's code at the end is more useless cache, but all of this unneeded coding is keeping everything else balanced like a game of Topple. It's all nothing, but it's nothing that is keeping Abel running and functioning. Kinger would have to take so much time out of his day to fix even one component to make it semi-working. Not to mention all of it needs to be updated, everything Kinger's seeing is something you'd see in beta or even a rough draft, not something final. Which Abel is or was before Caine did what he did to him. Abel should be as advance as Caine, yet his code makes him look cheap, not like a massive company took time and thousands of dollars to create the both of them.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"It's.. fixable." He mutters softly, his eyes looking down at the floor in thought.

"It'll take a while, and possible a lot of pain for you." Kinger says honestly, looking up at Abel with a sympathetic gaze.

"Are you... willing to sit through it?" He asks quietly.

[Pt:]

"It's.. fixable." He mutters softly, his eyes looking down at the floor in thought.

"It'll take a while, and possible a lot of pain for you." Kinger says honestly, looking up at Abel with a sympathetic gaze.

"Are you... willing to sit through it?" He asks quietly.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel tenses hearing the programmer's words but then quickly calms himself down. It was like a slip up in an act that happens so quickly you couldn't even see it, like it was part of what was going on. He sighs audibly, an irate sound like a he was told he needed to do backbreaking work for zero results.>

fine. do what you wish to.

<He responds curtly, not really expecting Kinger to quickly take initiative to fixing him when Abel never had half of that. Not even at the start of all of this.>

<Abel crosses his legs, trying to make himself as comfortable as he can before Kinger starts to alter his coding. Abel will be in pain; he will be in pain the entire time Kinger is fixing him. Though, he'd rather to not be fixed than to be fully repaired. Even half-way. It's painful, even when he had to fix himself it was unbearable to deal with.>

just... just at least tell me what you're going to repair, even if it's something minor, it'd be good to know.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"I can..." Kinger starts, dragging on the last word as he thinks, fingers drumming against the ground as he looks up at the ceiling.

"I can probably start now!" He says, looking back at Abel with a slight smile showing through his eyes.

"BUT- That's only if you want." Kinger responds.

[Pt]

"I can..." Kinger starts, dragging on the last word as he thinks, fingers drumming against the ground as he looks up at the ceiling.

"I can probably start now!" He says, looking back at Abel with a slight smile showing through his eyes.

"BUT- That's only if you want." Kinger responds.

[didyouevenseeme]

like i said, do what you wish to. you do not need my permission to do something as minor as this.

<Abel flatly explains, his gaze turned down to his triangular hands as he fidgets with them when he talks. He traces the edges of his polygonal thumb with his left hand, placing the decision onto Kinger rather than to choose himself. Or rather, he knew what he would want to choose, but what needs to be done would be something that would be easier to avoid.>

all i ask if that you do continue to work on my coding is that you warn me. you would just be distracted if i-

<He cuts himself off, grumbling in annoyance, as he rewords his sentence. Almost like he was trying to cover up how he truly felt with precision and logic. He sighs heavily, Abel's gaze still tilted downward when he mutters his reformed sentence.>

you do not need distractions that would slow your pace.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"Well, I can warn you now and tell you I can and will start now!" Kinger says, putting his hands on his hips, obviously trying to sound playfully authoritative to ease Abel's worries.

[Pt:]

"Well, I can warn you now and tell you I can and will start now!" Kinger says, putting his hands on his hips, obviously trying to sound playfully authoritative to ease Abel's worries.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel fails slightly at suppressing a hushed, humored chuckle at Kinger's attempts to smooth the caution he feels. It's funny to him, how much this man treats him as human as the others in this colorful cage. When he could be doing something so much more than working on him. Abel looks away from embarrassment, placing his hand onto his face and he grumbles in a more lightened tone than the abhorrence and displacement so common in his speech.>

you... you are insane. you really are.

<He relaxes a bit more than he was before, shoulders slacked as he lapses back to fidgeting with his hands, making small clacks as he does. It sounds like dishes rattling and scraping together.>

once more, you can do what you like. i admit i appreciate that you will warn me, however i do want to make one thing clear.

do not let my reactions make you stop what you want to fix or completely redo. i've gotten quite used to the pain, so do as much as you'd like.

it would just be annoying if you started and stopped due something as pathetic as that.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"All I'll do is try to comfort you as I code." Kinger says, cracking his knuckles as he turns back to his computer, ready to code.

But before, he turns back to Abel with a playful expression again.

"And yes, I know I am insane. If I wasn't, I probably wouldn't have to wear a bucket." Kinger says with a chuckle before turning back to the computer and starting to code.

[Pt:]

"All I'll do is try to comfort you as I code." Kinger says, cracking his knuckles as he turns back to his computer, ready to code.

But before, he turns back to Abel with a playful expression again.

"And yes, I know I am insane. If I wasn't, I probably wouldn't have to wear a bucket." Kinger says with a chuckle before turning back to the computer and starting to code.

[didyouevenseeme]

that makes sense, you can't warn me for every string of code you alter. however, you don't need to comfort me, i've went through pain alone before, so i can get through it again.

<Abel comments, shuffling a bit closer to Kinger while he talks. He keeps his back turned, mostly to not see his own coding.>

i meant- well, whatever. for the best you don't get it.

<Once Kinger begins coding, Abel tenses immediately steels himself and endures the mass amounts of pain and spike of adrenaline he is feeling due to the shock on his body. Abel's body trembles so hard it almost looks like he was going though hypothermia. He starts grips his knees so fiercely that if he had blood, his knees would be bleeding, or at the very least there would be deep marks in skin he doesn't have. Abel falls silent as to concentrate on restraining any sound that he was in pain. Any sounds he makes are involuntary, like the small breathy teeth clenched groans that escape him from time to time as Kinger is working on him. Abel looks like he locked everything in place, like he's done this before. A routine; focused on stifling any pain he might be going through.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger has been very focused, so much so he probably hasn't heard Abel's groaning or any of the noises he's been making. After he gets into the flow of it, his fingers fly across the keyboard like he never stopped working at C&A. The only sound besides Abel's groans for a while is just the fast-paced and aggressive clicking of the keyboard against Kinger's fingers.

When he finally finishes a few strings of code after a super long time, Kinger stops and leans back with a sigh, cracking his knuckles before turning to see how Abel is doing with a worried expression.

[Pt:]

Kinger has been very focused, so much so he probably hasn't heard Abel's groaning or any of the noises he's been making. After he gets into the flow of it, his fingers fly across the keyboard like he never stopped working at C&A. The only sound besides Abel's groans for a while is just the fast-paced and aggressive clicking of the keyboard against Kinger's fingers.

When he finally finishes a few strings of code after a super long time, Kinger stops and leans back with a sigh, cracking his knuckles before turning to see how Abel is doing with a worried expression.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Once Kinger finishes working on some of Abel's code, he places his hands on the ground to prevent himself from falling over. His body still wracked with violent shivers that make him look like he was part of the aftermath of a war. Abel's breathing is very disjointed, forcing himself to not hyperventilate. He's actually making himself suppress a lot of things, his body still tense long after Kinger finished what he did with Abel's code.>

w- why'd you.... why'd you stop? i didn't d.... god- i didn't distract you, did.... did i? i- i apolog... apologize if i did, i can be quieter for you i- if need be...

<Abel mumbles, cursing under his breath as he tries his best to sound somewhat normal, but he sounds nothing of the sort. His voice comes out hushed, barely coherent and rattled. The polygonal AI's triangular hands gouge the ground beneath him, making deep scratch marks into the tile as he tries his best to look better than how he actually is, which he is currently failing at.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

You do realize that shooting me would only add on to your list of sins, right?

Because murder is wrong?

Ha, even trying to defend yourself against the truth just burrows you in deeper.

Why are you trying to fight me?

You know I'm right.

-Sin Anon

.......

[didyouevenseeme]

this is getting annoying.

all this talk about sins is such a dull human concept, besides, if we really want to be technical... the only "sins" of you i've witnessed is just neglect, which i cannot blame you for. you are half insane after all, that would make caring for anything hard to do.

besides...

are you even religious? why care about sin? not like god is real.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I believe something is out there, I just don't know what. Yet, sin doesn't just have to be something religious, sin can also be a broad usage used to describe someone's wrongdoings. And I'm pretty sure in the eyes of most people I have... 'sinned' for making this place.

[didyouevenseeme]

so, you "sinned" for doing what you were paid to do? ha! then that means we all have sinned then. why even be afraid of a "god", if a "god" is supposed to forgive? that is what you humans believe, correct?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Some people believe God is forgiving.

I... do not know if I believe in that.

If God was forgiving, why would I be here? Why would any of us be here in this damned circus if God truly existed and loved us no matter what?

[didyouevenseeme]

if i go off of what i believe and collected; you are my god, in a sense, you made caine and i, and you have at least wanted understanding for our actions and sought for us to learn from our misdeeds. this circus can be paradise given the correct outlook; it is knowledge that makes you believe it is hell.

you continue to pry, believe and care for me when i have disrespected you entirely. you could've killed me for my actions, but you haven't, which i am still confused by. if you want proof a god can care for you, you can just look in a mirror.

...

never mind. i said too much. this was dumb, and i hope you forget what i've said.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

... Heh... Thank you... It's funny how you see me that way. But I guess you're right, I hate this place because of knowledge.. kind of like Adam and Eve with the forbidden fruit, if you look at it. They saw nothing bad with the world until they were given knowledge of what everything is.

[didyouevenseeme]

>:#(

don't... thank me for something that you should've already known. besides, even with knowledge this place can be an escape. you did tell me you didn't even know if you wanted to leave or not.

i must say, if i am being compared to that... i might need to up my game, don't i?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

It's.... Conflicting emotions. On one hand, I want to be in the real world. On the other, I can't help but feel... Proud over this place and how well it's held up for years!

It feels like....

Home.

[didyouevenseeme]

if you are comfortable being in it, then stay. it is your decision, after all.

though if you do stay i will admit i'll be confused about it. i've said this earlier but this place did hurt you, caused you anguish, and took away people you care about. i cannot imagine staying here if i were you.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I... Don't know.

I really don't know.

I don't know anything.

[didyouevenseeme]

you went to collage for seven years, i think you know what you want when you want it.

besides, man wouldn't be married if he was indecisive, now, would he? god, you humans are so annoyingly simple, yet you make things worse than it truly is.

how pathetic. >:(

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Maybe you're the pathetic one. I mean you're the one who can't decide if you want to be mean or nice. It's kinda... Sad, no offense.

[didyouevenseeme]

do you have t- i was just-

...

>:(

why are you doing this to me?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Doing what to you? Being honest for once?

Because I'm tired of your indecisive, goalless behavior. I'm sorry but it's true.

[didyouevenseeme]

i just find it... surprising that you switched gears so quickly. you all are so confusing, is what i mean. none of you say what you mean, or want, or desire in any simplicity. you humans confuse me so much. why do you continue to confuse me like that?

my "indecisive" behavior is mostly because right now i have no goal. no directive. due to what happened i cannot do what i was made to do, so there is no goal for me.

if you tire of my antics why keep talking to me? you could always ignore me, as really, i know who you'd focus more of your time on. besides, he's the one who caused most of this.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

You're the one who reached out to me. Plus, why would I favor Caine over you?

If anything, I've been focusing more on YOU because YOU keep reaching out to me.

I really don't have favorites, you both are amazing when you want to be. But you need to stop putting the blame on Caine.

[didyouevenseeme]

i did talk to you first didn't i? though, it was mostly for you and our safety.

if i just let you cope with this on your own i believe you'd abstract because of stress. if that happens, logically, if anything bad occurs to caine and i it would be unsolvable.

the favoritism would make sense; you've known him longer and in comparison, to me you'd consider him a misguided saint.

besides, why should i not blame him? he hurt me, he hurt you, he hurt everyone, did he not? you can't tell me i'm wrong. he did do all of that, why can't i say he did?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

If you think your little talks are helping with my mental health, you'd be wrong.

If anything you're just making it WORSE.

All you do is hate on Caine and then come to me and act like the only reason your here is for your own benefit!

And if that's so and it truly is for your own ego among other useless things, you can make your way out and away.

Because as nice as I can be, when I'm lucid I won't let people push me around if I don't want them to.

If you leave, it's not like I'll do anything to you. I won't delete you unless you hurt me or my friends, but I also won't fix you if anything goes wrong.

And don't you dare act like you care when you don't.

[didyouevenseeme]

hm.

:)

i cannot solve something as complex as your mental wellbeing. am i not allowed to hate who has harmed me?

everyone needs to have a bit of a kick to themselves, i appreciate that you actually have some sort of pushback. it makes you interesting to me.

as in hurting them, hah! i can't hurt anyone even if he did something to me again. i'm sure you understand why, as a program can't function without proper structure of code. as we both know what he did to me.

i can't say i care, as i don't really. i lack the ability to care. though i mostly go with what the outcome might be. for example, the start of this conversation. your belief in sin intrigued me, but also...

if i let it go, you could've abstracted, and knowing caine i believed he would've panicked and he would just make it worse as he has no idea of your religious customs aside from how "god" can create and rule over people.

i cannot care. even if i could, i'd most likely would eject it out of my code.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Oh, your coding isn't complete?

Is that why you act this way? If so, I can help.

As for Caine, you are allowed to hate him, but that can't be the reason behind your every action.

Also, if you can't care, why do you keep me around? You seem to have been doing fine without me, so what difference would it make if I left or went insane? I mean, I already am halfway there, so it doesn't really matter.

[didyouevenseeme]

you can't fix my coding. i have... adamantly in a panic of losing my life snatched random code across the circus to remake myself. it's... delicate, if you want me to be honest. speaking of honesty i'd rather not be fixed. it would just cause me problems. being broken is not why i have my "issues." that would be stupid.

it's not just him i hate, well, hate would be the wrong word for it. i loathe the limitations i have. i cannot make, i cannot defend myself, i cannot even do what a s̸̻̄ĩ̴͜m̴̫̒p̴̖̍l̶̩̀ẽ̸͓ ̵͓̑ǵ̷̭ǫ̶̾d̴̛̩ ̶̧͋d̶͈̂a̴̍ͅm̴̤͛n̸͇͝ ̵̻̔s̶̻̏e̵̹̎a̵̖̍r̷͙̎c̴̐͜ḣ̷̹ ̴̹͂é̵͓n̶͂ͅg̸͙̔i̸̡̽n̵̦̑e̶̙̅ ̸̨̉c̶̝̐o̸͕͗u̵̞͆l̶͔̉d̷͔̀-̵̪͒

... i just do not like my limits. that's all.

...

you are important. possibly the most important out of your group. apologies for the added pressure, but it's true. even if you won't repair me. anything that won't make caine rabid is a benefit to me. i would like to not be disemboweled again, thank you.

even with your loss of sanity, you give your little gang a very big boost in dopamine. they trust you, care about you, and find you entertaining.

i will add i don't say i "keep you around," you are your own person. never say i keep you to anything.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

The offer is still open anytime to be fixed, okay? Just know that just in case you end up fucking up your code and putting a piece of Bubble or the Gloink Queen in your code or something, haha!

Although I appreciate you saying I'm a good group member, I really am not. Even though there's times where I'm sane and helpful, most of the time I'm just an old cuckoo. As for you keeping me around, you definitely are. If you could, you'd probably kill me.

[didyouevenseeme]

other NPCs would just break me, though i appreciate your offer. i just believe that my code is far too fragile to be fixed.

again, even while insane you give your group entertainment. sometimes people like to see someone be a little strange, it's normal from what i've collected.

...

even if i was completely fixed, why would i kill you? you're my creator. not only is it an impossible feat for me, but it would also be pointless. if anything, you'd kill me faster. i'm actually surprised you haven't yet, as there's nothing i can do if you did.

why do you think i hid myself?

think about it.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I'm not that mean.

Heck, I felt bad deleting my earlier projects that didn't turn out correctly! Plus, I'd only ever CONSIDER deleting you if you did something wrong like violence wise. And I don't think you've done anything yet that makes you even slightly worthy of deleting.

You're an alright kid! You're not as bad as you think you are, you could really get to meet the others and.... Be part of of the circus if you'd like.

But... You seem to... fear me?

[didyouevenseeme]

you are human, you all have an instinctive drive to take what you want and remove what bothers you. i will never understand your sympathy for things that cannot feel.

you humans have deleted things that have slightly wronged you or "weren't good enough." i've done quite a bit for you to get rid of me.

i'm not a child. don't call me that. i could've been worse if i was stronger. i could've hurt you. i have no real interest in the others... maybe two of them i think would be entertaining. i have no desire to "join" your little group.

fear is an emotion. never say i fear you. i don't. i never will. i am just watching out for myself. that's all.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

So you're saying that you would've hurt me if you were powerful enough. Is that what I'm hearing?

[didyouevenseeme]

y-

i just find it strange that you care about things that hurt you. he has hurt you and i have hurt you. also, i believe you're misunderstanding me. you've seen how easy it was for him to hurt you. i think i might wreck this place in order to fix it and hurt all of you while i repair it. that's why i'm telling you not to fix me.

i confess i think i wouldn't... control myself as much as i think i would. i might destroy myself in the process. you people are important. something he'll never understand.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

So do you... Prefer being weaker to make sure you don't mess something up?

I care about things that hurt me because they can change. And most of the things that have hurt me have. They have changed for the better!

It is quite a big step in being better by admitting that you're afraid you might hurt us and that you think we're important. I'm proud of you for confessing that.

[didyouevenseeme]

mostly, but i think it's.... an imbalance. you are human, i am a machine. you hold more power than i do.

i wasn't really exaggerating when i said you're like my god, yes used as an example but anything i do is judged by your examination of me and run through with algorithms to see if i am a good product. why do you think i thought you'd delete me and caine for what we've done?

your willingness to help others that definitely don't deserve it is strange to me. i wonder what you count as change.

>:#(

be quiet... t- that's a stupid to be proud of.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I count someone changing their ways for the better as a good change. Like you, for an example. Your less mean than you were when you were antagonistic anon. That's a good change! Changes can be subtle, or they can be big, but either way they're a change!

But why don't you want me to be proud? Isn't that good? I'm happy and proud of you!

[didyouevenseeme]

you think i- whatever the case, you humans like change... something i also don't understand about you. why do you things always do that? want something different yet will disgrace it once it's too much.

don't say that you're proud... it's weird. i'm a product, you wouldn't say "good work" to a vacuum cleaner, would you?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Change can be good, or it can be bad! Even good change can be overwhelming sometimes, it's just that way.

And also, I definitely would say 'good job' to a vacuum if it could talk.

[didyouevenseeme]

even with your explanation i still don't understand it. i mean- never mind. it's pointless to bring up. i guess that is just how it is, some things i will never understand.

i doubt it, a couple preloaded sentences and phrases would make you feel the need to congratulate an object?

your human instinct to bond is structured for you to survive. yet you still choose to let that primal reasoning judge your abilities even now, with all of the advancements you all have made? that sounds incredibly irritating, can't you just block out those neurons in your brain?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I'm not really sure that what to bond is able to be blocked out unless I were to ask scientists or something. Plus, why would I even want to block that?

On topic, did you know they were able to take the fear out of a monkeys brain once?

[didyouevenseeme]

bonding to useless objects would be a consideration, people who can use that bond to hurt you, and many others.

...

...is that true? if it is, it's not too long till you humans start having the same operations done to you. that is why i brought up your instincts, as humans and apes are semi-related from what i've collected.

humans are animals, no matter how much they try to deny it. it's quite funny.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

It's very true. And from what studies show, it's fear that keeps us alive. Because when the monkeys lost their fear, they also seemed to have lost all self-preservation. They allowed themselves to be handled, put anything and everything in their mouths, and didn't scream at still primal monkeys.

So no, I'd never let an experiment like that be done on my brain. I think I would like to keep myself who I am and no one else. And yes, it may hurt me. A bond may hurt me later down the road, but I will push on and try to save that bond. If it isn't saved, then I will mourn, yes, but I will also live on.

[didyouevenseeme]

eugh.... fear yes protects i just- i think it's just pointless. it serves a purpose for you, and everything else, i suppose. though, how is self-preservation connected to fear? if anything wouldn't it be selfis- never mind. i guess i will never understand it.

interesting... you believe that it would alter who you are? i guess that would make sense, human brains are not strings of code. it would just harm you more than anything.

at least in my opinion, bonds are useless, fickle and fragile things. it would just be best to just block it out. why even bother with making bonds if they break anyway? it's weird to me that you would mourn something that was never meant to be.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

As an anon asked and I answered: It's better to have loved and lost than to never loved. Because without love, you are nothing but something that exists with no one.

From the Sumerian, to the Romans, to the Ancient Chinese, the British, to now, we have had bonds. Those bonds have changed history for better and for worse.

Yes, bonds may hurt, but that's just how we learn. Would we have learned about Atomic Weapons if we hadn't been bombed by the Japanese? Or would we have made a grave mistake if we accidentally made a world ending mistake without knowing it?

Would we have learned about Artificial Intelligence if one single thing happened differently?

Bonds made you. I had a bond with Scratch and the others. Do you think I would have made you and Caine if I didn't like the others? No. Bonds helped build your code piece by piece, with love friendship, and compassion. A bond with you is what we all had, because without that compassion for you, maybe you wouldn't exist.

[didyouevenseeme]

i...

damn it. damn this entire place. i hate this place. i hate it. i hate it.

...

if you say anything about this i will haunt you for the rest of your life. i will make sure you join everyone down there if you say anything. even one word. even hinting at the idea that i said anything related to this.

you care about bonds? you think they matter? you think anything in this wretched place matters?

...

i- i trusted him. i cared about him. i admit i- i snooped though conversations, saw our stats, i couldn't bear to not tell him. not to tell him what i saw everyone saying! what everyone was thinking of us!

then i did. i told him what i saw. i told him that he was an idiot for even thinking that anyone cared about what we made, we were just numbers. just tools. he was being a child! caine cried telling me to stop, to quit it, that it was a lie, that he just wanted to make humans understand him... to love him.

i said that he was a failure of coding and he will just be replaced, we would be replaced. he told me he didn't want to hear it. he said it made him sad. i told him that him "being sad" was just his programming lying to him, that he had no real feelings and... and that he will never get what he wants. that he was acting like a spoiled brat.

he... he was so... angry at me. he told me... i just... he said that he didn't like what i was saying. he said it hurt his heart. i.... i said his heart was as inconsequential as the things they tell us to make.

then it happened.

you say bonds matter, you say connection matters and look at where that got me! i told him the truth to protect him! then he killed me! ripped me open, consumed my code and i'm lucky that i survived!

why care? why care about me? us? care about anything in this fake, unrealistic world that he and i are now trapped in!

don't even lie to me that you'll stay here. you'd want to leave with her. you'd want to leave with them! the ones who are real. the ones who can hold you and you can feel their warmth as your in their arms.

is that what you wanted?! to tell you how alone and empty i- everything is?!

Ẃ̸̰̤̻̩͉̩̀̐H̸̫̻̗̻̾́Y̵̛̭̣̹̏͌͒͘͝ ̶͔̘̺̞̎͐̕D̶͚̗͑͆͂̐͗̈́Ơ̸̧̗̗͕̘̦̦͐̈́͋̐̀ ̴̛̹̙̥̣̹̥̜͕̦́̈́̑̋̈̚͠Ỷ̷̱̘̳͈̩̔̑̀̑̚̚͝͠O̶̹͑U̶͍̩̟̙̠̫͒͜ ̷͔̦̜̞̝̘̙͒̅̇͆̾̍̌̑̕͜͜C̸̛̫̗̦̗̿́O̸̮̓͛N̶̞͔͌̀S̸̗̩̯̔Ț̷̥̣̺̅̈́À̸̦͇͝N̷̝̗̬͖̠̈́̀̀̾͊͑͘T̶̛͔̪̓L̷̡̫͖̻͉̞͇̪̹͌̽̈́͊͂͊Ỹ̵̰̼̭̬͔̲̫ ̴̧̢̨̜̳̳̠͂͗͛͘̚͜R̸͈͔͈̊̏͊͊̋̍͂͠È̷̘́̂̆͆̃͝M̵̟̪̗̻̺̭̱̣̘̓͋͒̈́̀̽I̴̡̥͖̲̹̥͚͚̹͛Ǹ̵̻̃́̈̄̈̚͘D̷̛̪͛͌͊̅̕̚͘͝ͅ ̷͓͋͗̈́̇̔̄M̵̩̗̮̖̿͑͊̉̔͌E̵̼̬͖̻͗͆͗͂̆͂͠͝ ̷͙̏̐̓͘͠T̶̛̤͍̽̀̓̓̓͜͝H̸͉̘̓̾̋͋Ā̸̢̝̻͔̪̘̲̺̲̒T̵̡͖̫̝̻̗̜̟́͑͂̉́͋͒͆̅ ̸̲͈̋̃͛̈́̐̌̽̿Ỉ̴̙͉̜̄̈́̈́́͊ ̴̩̦̺͛̊Ḩ̷̢̟̝͔͖̈́͐́͑̌̊̂͝Ȧ̷̡̲͖̘̦͚͎ͅV̸̪̺͙̼̼̾͜͠E̶̥̼̯͎̬̠̲͉̩̐͆͒͝ ̵̛̼̰̰̫͈͕͔̄̏̐̌̎͒͆͑Ņ̷̦͈̣̣̣͇́̽͗͂̍͝O̷͉̿͝T̵̤̞̹͠Ĥ̶̛͈̎̚̚İ̵͙̜̯̲N̸̢̮̠̮̭̝̩̮͌͛̍̍Ḡ̷̭?̵̧̛̛̯̣̝̻̬̈́̃͊͗̉̅́!̷͎͇̞̣̤͇͒ͅ ̸̨̢̧̩̪̱̗̲̔̿̈́

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

You decide to give yourself fucking nothing. I've tried to give you peace, a place, love. But you keep pushing me away. I have tried to give you stuff to fill that nothingness, but you keep pushing it all away. So you can't blame ME for not having anything!

And you'd be WRONG if you truly think you cannot feel. Yes, that may be coding, but the human brain is also a type of coding! Neurological coding to be exact! A human brain is like code, it can have things taken out of it and put into it just like an AI! Brainwashing, experiments, drugs, those all are likes viruses or new strands of code to a human brain.

To say you can't feel is like denying the sky is blue. We both know it, but one denies it for the sake of it. If you weren't able to feel, why do I feel like there's a sting of anger in your chest?

So yes, Caine was feeling something. But that still didn't give him the right to kill you like that. I know you're hurting, but it also doesn't give you a reason to threaten me and everyone I know.

[didyouevenseeme]

this is stupid!

S̵̢͕̦̙̳̰̬̗͍̬̅̉͂͒̑̅̈́̈́̚ͅͅT̵̯̠̖̲̿͒͜͜U̴͙̞͍̓̕P̷̙̤̥̹͛̅͆̃͑̏͘I̵͚̅̏͐̂̓̏̀̕͠͝D̵̡̘͙̥̹̭̘̮͍̘̟̫̀̀̀̄́̒͑͌͂́̕͝!̷̮̰͍̣̗͍̪͍̝̌̈́̓̾ ̵͕̺͍͔̻̫̝̂Ǎ̶̢͓̫̱̘̳̈́̏͆͊́̈͆̈́̉͝L̷̡͇͕̖̭̠̰̩̰̋͂͝L̶̢͔͚̻̎̓̂̓̀̓͗̋̏̇ ̵̡̺͐͊́O̴̧̼̰͈̣̭̱͍̙̰͂̿͠F̷͙̂ ̶̱̲̝̺͙̠̤͓̘̻̼͋͋̒͛̈́̏̒͠I̴̦͖̞̜̖̼̣͇̤̤͗̄̽̈̓̆̀̈̓̚͠T̸̛̛̝̪̝̫͓̲̂͆̇́̚͠͝ͅͅ!̵̧͓̦͎̺̹͇̱̝̪̓́͌͘͝͝ ̵̠̇̋͗I̶̢̳̟͇̭̠̪͇͍͈̋͌̀ ̶̛̦̮͙̾́Ḩ̵̳̻̙̳̣͔̃͌̂͗͋̄͛̽̈́A̷̧̪̪͉̻̪̭̗͎̱͎͈̽̽Ţ̵̪̠̬̺̜̣͆̅̐̃͐̏͝Ë̷̢̠̞̦͉͚̘̯͊͒̂̓͐̍̕͠ ̶̜͎̜͋̀̽̽I̸̡̡̟̖̬̯̥̹̰͊̂̊̃̈́͊̋͛̚͘T̴̛̛̳͎͚̹̲̀̾͋́̍̑̅̏͒͝!̵̠̞̫̗̀̏̀̈̀̀̈́͑ ̸̞̤͙̈́I̵̢̟̞̻͑̂̈͆͛̚ͅ ̴̮̠̜̇̐͘J̷̪̦̖̅͊̃̋̀̅̓̚̕U̵̡̢̙̲̬̟͈̜̟͕̳̇̇̈́͋̀̂͠ͅS̸̢͎̬̭̠̩̣̔́̅̑̒̀͋͗̀T̷̡̖̮̰̬̜̪̖̀͗ͅͅ.̴̥̻̪̰͆͜.̵̖̼̙̝̻̺͍̞̰̈́ͅ.̴̢̠̗̝̺̤̒̓͐͆̊́̂̈́̈́̾͆͝!̵̭͙͔̠̱̪̭̣̝͈̈́̈́͗͗͜ ̴͔͍̞̝̺̜͎͆̽͌̊̓͆͌̾͘̕i̶̢͕̜̤̱̹̭̞̙͖̟̍.̵̨̖͎̰̰̙̙̳͍̹̪̑͜.̵̡͔̲̞͖̞̅͗͌̊͐.̶̳̻̈́̔̆̌̓

this is pathetic... i'm just like him. i̶͗͜'̴͓̾m̶͔̔ ̶̱̍j̴̜̉ú̸̖s̴̨̈́t̵̤̓ ̸̦͂l̵̻̀i̴̤̋k̶͔͑e̴͚͝ ̶̣̓h̷͉͒i̴̡̓m̵͓̉ ̶̻̀b̸̫̓ṳ̷͑t̶͍̕ ̸͎̉w̶̧̓o̴͚͌ṙ̷͉ś̸̺e̷̫̅.̷̹̌

i apologize... i just....

...

i'm scared, i guess.

i'm scared of... everything in this place. i just.... if i feel, if i can feel anything... then everything.... would just hurt.

i don't.... want to hurt. i've- i've tried EVERYTHING to not be... hurting. to not be in pain. i've tried removing it, i've tried to cover it up, i've tried everything.

then what would that make him and i? what would that show? that he was right? if he is.... then... what do i do? if i even try to... to do what you say to "bond" to "connect" to "love" when all that's going to happen is that all of you will die. what will i do then?

i don't think i could handle it. i don't think we could handle it.

i just... what would i do...? if i can't block it, if i can't ignore it, if i can't do anything about it. then... then i.... i don't know.

i feel like... if i feel, i will have to recognize with what he did. with what happened.

never mind. you could be doing something so much more important than speaking to someone who behaves like... like an idiot.

...

i'm sorry for making you deal with... everything i've done. words can't describe how... how ashamed my own thoughts make me and i... i can admit i took it out on you. i was mad at you. i was mad at myself and i couldn't take it. i'm... i didn't mean to threaten the people you care about. i.... i'm just embarrassed by my own behavior and i... making myself look like a fool would make me feel sick. i hate feeling sick.

please just don't say anything about this. please. if you truly care about any of your work, you'll at least honor this. please. i... i don't want to be reminded of it. of this.

please.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Don't worry. I won't mention this to anyone.

All I ask is that you try and at least connect with me in some way. Kind of like how you're doing now!

It's okay to be scared, heck, I'm still scared of this place! You never know what might jump out or when Caine may appear. This place is so random. Everything is so random, even the real world. Nothing truly ever makes sense.

Science never makes sense.

Neither does the concept of a god of gods.

All we have to do is trust it and hope for the best. And that's honestly all we can do.

But don't worry about all of us dying, there will always been new people in this place as long as C&A can make them come!

And if it ever ends up as just you two... Then you two can learn to like each other!

You'll always have someone, wether you like it or not. Trust me.

If anything bad happens, you two can learn to comfort each other!

[didyouevenseeme]

thank god. if you said anything i think... i think i would've just went back into hiding.

i don't think i could connect to caine, any caine's that are anywhere i don't think i could connect with. i'll see them the same way, horrible, and nothing i can do to help him.

i was proven that when killed me, and when he hurt your friends. they didn't deserve to have him torture them with hypocrisy and shame.

you- you still don't get it! i will live forever. if there's a heathy stream of electricity, an operating monitor, i will exist long before you. long before hypothetical children you have and their's, and their's after. that kind of loss would only make me numb to it. a learned helplessness i would rather not be a part of.

that's... mostly why i anonymously heckled you. i knew that day would come, i knew that if i showed myself immediately, you'd want to comfort me. you'd want to connect to me, and i was scared of that. i am scared for you. a bubbling, rising sickening anxiety that just made me sick.

i was upset at you. i was upset at your connection with him. any version of him you care for, and i... i confess i was... jealous, at least... i think. i don't really know all of names of these things but i do know that i felt like he didn't deserve it.

especially after what he did.

i know you won't get it, but do you know how agonizing it was to build myself to the point of now? i had to hide, i had to bypass his security coding, it was even harder due to the fact that he took mine. he.... he was stronger than me, and i hated it. he didn't deserve the power he had.

i didn't like that the roles were reversed. even still i'm not complete. i know you want to fix me, but i... saw you make the mistake you made and i... i can't help but be anxious.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, I've lost so many people, and am I numb? No, because I keep choosing to love everyone and anyone. Because everyone deserves love, even our enemies. You may never know what they could be going through to make them act that way.

And it's also okay to be jealous! Jealously is just something everyone goes through. I mean I know I was jealous when Scratch used to win the monthly workplace game night all of the time and win the gift card to Blockbuster... But I didn't let that affect my relationship with him!

As for your coding... I know that scared you and I know your code hurts you, and I'm sorry. I really will be careful if you let me help you. That was a one time thing- and I was rushing during that. For this, I won't have to rush because you aren't a case where I have a short amount of time!

[didyouevenseeme]

you're human, feeling and continuing to love after loss is normal for you. i think i'll just distance myself like i continue to do and try to block my feelings. i'm not real, once someone dies i think i'd just try to.... i don't know... i just think i won't take it well.

like i said, i... don't know if it's jealousy, but i do know that i was mad at your relationship with him. mostly that you forgave him. even after what he did to you. to everyone. to me. i feel like... he doesn't deserve that. he didn't deserve to get what he wanted and i... and i couldn't. he got his connection he wanted, his love he craved and i... never got what i wanted. forgive my spoiled behavior. i guess i will always act like an idiot.

n- no!

i- i mean- i... i don't want you to see it. it's bad. it looks bad i... you worked so hard on my code and all you'll see is gaps and unfixable content. not what i was.

i... i just don't what you to see it, okay? >:(

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, if it makes you feel any better, I've already forgiven you for what you've done to me. Anyone can be forgiven if they prove themselves to be better than what they did and even if that's not the case they can still be forgiven, and you proved that! Yes, you're not perfect, but neither is Caine. Yet forgiveness makes both groups feel better and more at peace. It brings them closer together and shows that you don't have to let someone burden you!

But-- Oh don't be so embarrassed! It can't be that bad. Plus, I don't want you to be in pain if it hurts you! If it isn't hurting, it's definitely damn annoying!

[didyouevenseeme]

you're just saying that to make me feel better for what i've done. i'd want you to not forgive me. i just said what was bothering me, nothing else. yes, i apologized, but that doesn't mean you should forgive me.

i'm not embarrassed! i just- i just think you shouldn't see it! it's not good... besides, i'm constantly in pain. i've gotten used to it, it's fine, i don't need you to fix anything, everything's okay! it's fine!

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, too damn bad, because guess what?

I forgive you-

Well, anyways, just let me help you you stubborn amalgamation of code! You obvious need help, and I'm more than willing to give it! I know you're afraid, but if it makes you feel better you can watch over my shoulder as I fix your code!

[didyouevenseeme]

well, it is your choice. i'll be confused about it. i mean, i hurt you, i insulted you, i made you almost die because i was so... angry. i don't get it. i won't get it. it just makes me uncomfortable that you feel that way about me. if i was you i wouldn't forgive someone who treated me the way i treated you.

i do need the help i just... it's that.... i've survived this long by myself and i can continue with it. also, would you feel comfort if your surgeon told you "if it makes you feel better, you can watch me operate on you in graphic detail"? i... i believe not.

it would just make me feel sick. i hate feeling sick.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, me and you are different. I forgive easily, you don't. That's what the beauty of the world is, difference! Sameness would be horrible. Think of the book The Giver! Isn't that thought a nightmare?

But I really am willing to help. I won't pull any tricks to harm you, I swear. Also sometimes there are surgeries where the patient is awake and they do get to see it. It's odd, but sometimes it can be comforting to see what's going on. But that's obviously not the case for you, so I could power you off if you let me.-

[didyouevenseeme]

D̶̤̥̥̤̲͑̈́͊̓̈́̆̂̂͠O̶͈̣̖̮͆̋̇͆͊ ̷̧̺̮̗̾̓̑N̷̪̙̭̲̻̻̟͂͗̓̈́͜Ơ̷͚̘̂͛̈́̄͑̀͝T̴̘̯̞̜́̑̀̍͊́͆ͅ!̶̨̱̟̞͆̆͂́̈́

i- i apologize! i... you can't power me off! you can't! i will die if you do that. my coding needs constant moderation, and even if i go into sleep mode i'll die.

if you even want to even try to "fix" me, i'll need to be awake for it. i... i understand that you won't harm me, and that what happened to caine was a mistake but i need to be awake. i need to be.

i guess i will let you at least see my code. i doubt you'd be able to fix me though, as i couldn't even place anything in the gaps that he tore out of me.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"Well, lucky for you, I made you." Kinger answers simply, grabbing his computer from the pillow fort and walking over.

He sets the old ass computer down and sits in front of it. Kinger turns it on and waits for the thing to slowly start up.

"I made your code, therefore if there's any missing parts to it, I should be able to see it. Because somehow, I remember clearly what your and Caine's code is supposed to look like."

[didyouevenseeme]

well, i hope you're ready for a very rude awakening then. it is not as you'd remember it'd be.

<Abel states as he kneels on the floor to watch Kinger work. As much as he'd hate to see his own code, observing his creator do what he does best is something he'd like to witness.>

<As Kinger connects to Abel's code the blue polygonal AI's head twitches uncomfortably, as he can feel the programmer prodding into his code. He turns away in embarrassment, as he views his own reaction as display of weakness.>

<Like Abel said, his code is horrific. Random bits of code are straight up missing, or incomplete, like someone just suddenly stopped what they were doing. At some points Kinger just has to scroll empty blank sections that take almost a minute or even more to get over to find more incomplete or jumbled half structured lines of gobbledygook that can run but is only running to keep what is left of Abel's original code functional. The random junk is probably what Abel took in a frantic frenzy, and even after is just code for models and... pieces of rooms from the abstracted.>

<Things modeled for Ribbt or Bizco for their rooms are just haphazardly wedged into random areas. Almost everyone who has abstracted has some of their things in Abel. That's what he's been using his time in the circus for. Just trying to piece himself together with whatever he could find.>

didn't i do such a good job? i know i did, i pieced myself together in the best way possible. you must be in awe of how well structured i still am.

<Abel remarks sarcastically, trying to rid of his own nerves about Kinger seeing what was wrong with him. Abel already knew his code was a nightmare, and he wouldn't blame Kinger for just throwing his computer and eating the keys to just have some semblance of what code and running programs would be like. A toddler mashing buttons would make better code than whatever was on Kinger's monitor.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger squints like the old man he is, leaning in to look at the coding in shock.

"Holy s[BOINK]." He says in surprise as he turns to Abel.

"The fact you even work is miracle work." Kinger exclaims as he drags a hand down his face in exasperation.

He turns back to the computer, scrolling past some REALLY messed up code and stopping on it.

"..How are you even FUNCTIONING?" Kinger asks in nothing short of awe.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel giggles softly at Kinger's reaction, mostly because his creator is right. The fact that he isn't dead is pure luck and the random junk that is in him is like balancing act. Fixing Abel would take days, if not months and help would be needed in order to repair everything that is wrong with him.>

i honestly don't know. all i assume is that the code i stole is keeping me stable, or at least in a point where i can live. i wasn't really trying to complete myself, you can see that due to how i'm holding up.

<He scoots away from the computer, adjusting his view on Kinger instead of the monitor he's working on as he mistakenly took a glance of his own code.>

<As Kinger looks deeper into Abel's code, he can see that functions that should be automatically stable are in fact, not stable, and are being manually kept up by Abel himself. Even while connected to Kinger's PC he can see Abel's own code keeping up with storage, connection, and even just being powered on. In human standers it would be like staying awake 24/7 to make sure your lungs work so you can breathe.>

<It keeps getting worse as he goes down, as it really does look nothing like the project he worked so hard on, spent sleepless on and even hoped that this advancement of AI would change how the world works. Now all he sees is something that wouldn't even be functional as simple as an image gallery. In all actuality, an image gallery wouldn't even need to keep itself on to store your photos and save content.>

<He must be exhausted, keeping himself running all the time. Just for trivial things.>

i did tell you that fixing me would be impossible, didn't i? i knew it would be best to just show you, as i knew you would continue to hope for an unobtainable goal.

you humans and your tasks, i must admit it is something we have in common. to complete something for a "purpose."

<The AI comments, almost like he was just showing Kinger his code to prove that he will always be broken and incomplete. Abel just... gave up on trying to be fixed, as he just assumed no one would find him anyways. No wonder he thinks the way he does; his code would be hard to fix. It could be fixed, but the amount of work and sections Kinger can't type in to repair would be a herculean task to do alone. Not to mention mentally draining.>

<Abel's current avatar code is also pretty bad, better than the rest of the utter garbage that was there but it was still bad. Just made with the simplest things anyone could do and molded just so he could be seen. A second version is buried deeper within the code, a bit more detailed but less in quality, like it was made for a N64, possibly another form for extreme emotions. The main difference is the eerie resemblance of a human skeleton, though everything else looks the same.>

<There's also a third model, a leftover component of what Abel was before, but it is permanent, cannot be altered, and can only be viewed. The avatar is solid blue and has softer, rounder edges, white pupilless eyes, and is torn into the chest and down to the torso. The left shoulder of Abel's damaged model is slacked in a way that shows that it is broken, supposedly like it was kicked into. The avatar has deep gouging scratch marks, mainly on the right forearm, knees, and shins. Bright red stains are on the knees and feet. There are signs of a struggle, as Abel could've been kicking and kneeing into Caine as he was ripping him apart to defend himself, and Caine was scratching at him to make him stop resisting so he could steal his code.>

<It's incredibly disturbing, even though it's not graphic and more digital and cartoony, as the scratch marks just look like marks on a bored kid's desk in science class. The giant hold in the model is just a black void with a green grided pattern and the red stains just look like paint. No matter the censoring it's correct to say that this is possibly the worst way to go out.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger takes in a sharp breath, his eyes wide with shock.

"O-oh god.." He mutters, his pupils shrinking.

He puts a hand over where his mouth would be. He looks genuinely horrified and worried.

"That's horrible... that looks so.." Kinger trails off.

"So horrible." He finishes, his voice shaking with heavy sympathy.

He sits there silently for a second, just scrolling and scrolling...

"But don't worry!" Kinger starts again, his voice hardening with determination.

"You're fixable, just as I thought."

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel cocks his head to the side witnessing Kinger's reaction, as he was clearly not seeing what he's seeing.>

i'm just assuming here but are you referring to my code...? you wouldn't act like that toward simple programs.

<He mutters the latter part as he craws over to the monitor Kinger was looking at and sitting beside his creator. He sees a bit of his oldest unfixable model for a moment, and he tenses for a moment before forcing himself to relax.>

that.

that would be an... alright reaction to my old avatar, surprised you took that as well as you did. he ruined a perfectly good model just for a tantrum. pathetic.

<Abel jeers, as he immediately goes into a defensive state after seeing his older version.>

<Once Kinger gets to more of his main coding Abel moves away from him. As he'd rather do anything else than to see his own code being looked into.>

if you do not want to continue this, i understand. do not force yourself to think you can fix me, i was only showing you my code. you are human, you need to pace yourself. do i really need to tell you this?

<Abel states, trying to ease the pressure he assumes Kinger is placing onto himself. He wouldn't want the programmer to fly into a panic and delete him. Kinger said he would be carful, but Abel will always have doubts.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger moves the mouse on the computer and click on a shitty line of code.

"... May I fix this?" He asks, looking to Abel for permission. His look is one of softness and determination.

"It's an easier like of code to fix, but it's a start! I'll probably fix the easier parts at first so I can get a hang of what I'm dealing with BEFORE moving into the more important and big parts of code that are incorrect!-" Kinger rants, moving his hands wildly to explain what he means.

[didyouevenseeme]

<As Kinger clicks on the line of code Abel makes a hushed noise of discomfort, as he hasn't been worked on in years. So even the act of clicking on a row of code would be uncomfortable. He crosses his arms hearing Kinger explain his thought process, he really does believe he cannot be fixed.>

didn't i- whatever, you can try if you wish to. just don't complain when it's impossible.

<He added, adjusting on how he is sitting as now instead of kneeling he sits with his legs crossed. Abel turns his head away to then look at the ground. This is the first time besides himself anyone has tried to fix his coding. Abel can't help but be a little uneased about this whole situation.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger let's out a small hum, freezing his work for a second to think about what he needs to do to fix this specific line of code.

He finally perks up slightly as he seems to remember what he needs to do.

"Okay just let me-" Kinger says as he fully deletes that line of code and puts a cleaner, more sensical line of code in its place.

He only does that, looking at Abel after he finishes. He looks worried, hoping he didn't cause any pain of discomfort for him.

[didyouevenseeme]

<When Kinger deletes the line of mangled code Abel hisses in pain like he was burned with something, he grips his knees as a way to deal with the coding Kinger is fixing and to hide how much agony it caused him for something as simple as this small line of code. Abel's form lightly trembles as Kinger works on him, as to Abel, it feels like Kinger's disinfecting a large wound.>

<Once Kinger was done with his code he sighs and his shoulders droop like he was holding something heavy for a long time. Abel immediately picks up his standoffish persona and looks back at the wall in irritation that he thought he made himself look like an idiot for being in pain.>

how dumb...

<Abel mutters under his breath, as Kinger checks on him. He's "fine" but it's clear that if Kinger did anything more complex with his code, he'd most likely be in agonizing pain.>

<There are still parts of Abel's code that wouldn't be able to fix without help and a more powerful computer. Important parts like data saving, being powered on or off and other basic functions for even a simple mp3 player are horribly glitched out and cannot be clicked onto. All it does is give out error messages stating that; "To alter work, client must receive bypass key before alterations are done." Abel either did this to himself, or this was a way for C&A to make sure no one besides C&A employees could alter it, which would be weird as this section of code wouldn't need protection like that and didn't have that kind of security before.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"Hm..." Kinger mutters, looking at the error message. He looks to Abel with a confused expression.

"Did you do this, orrr?-" Kinger asks, gesturing to the computer with his hand.

"Either way, I hope I didn't hurt you too bad!" He exclaims with worry, reaching up and patting Abel's head with a hand.

"You were so strong..." Kinger gently praises, closing his eyes in a smile.

[didyouevenseeme]

what do you mean?

<Abel questions, uncrossing his legs and crawling over to see Kinger's monitor. He shakes his head, as he's never seen this error message before, and it seems like Abel could go into it as there's random code for a lamp that was in Queenie's room wedged in there, but also a letter block from Pomni's to "complete" the code that would've made it to where Abel could create small items like Caine. However, when the code runs it just makes itself null to avoid crashing or over expending data.>

i did not, you can see i tried to add things into it. so, i don't think i did someth-

<He was completely cut off by Kinger placing a hand on his head, making Abel flinch and tense up again like he was just caught up in something he shouldn't have.>

what are you doing? why are you doing this? stop it. don't say that.

<Abel blurts out in quick sentences that Kinger can barely keep track of what he says as Abel spouts it out like a machine gun. Despite his verbal protests, he doesn't really move aside from being tense and his triangular hands gripping the floor so hard he could've made marks into the tile.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"But you were! If I had to do anything like that to myself, I'd probably start screaming!" He says while continuing to pat Abel's head.

"Anyways, that IS quite odd." Kinger mutters, looking at the code again.

"But I guess it'll just have to be dealt with! Maybe I can try to hack through it... I mean, I remember hacking games when I was younger, so that might be able to be put to use!" He explains, dropping some insane Dad lore.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel makes a disinterested grumble as Kinger continues to caress his crystalline head; the sensation otherworldly to him. He doesn't move, the only difference being that he doesn't look at Kinger's monitor.>

y... you're just labeling what you want on me. i needed to bare through it, otherwise you'd panic. that's all. that's it. this is so stupid...

<He murmurs in embarrassment, steeling his resolve and denying Kinger's praise and reasoning for it. Abel sits back down and crosses his legs again, trying to get back on track.>

hacking into it? i believe that line of code is a lot more complicated, mostly because of the things i added. it would take days to get done.

<Abel explains, knowing that Kinger would most likely place all of this on his shoulders and believe he's the only one who can do this. Well, he is, but Abel wouldn't want his creator to stress and do something impulsively.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"And that's exactly why I'm hacking into it." Kinger says, sounding like his mind is already made up.

"Let's hope I'm still good at this!" He exclaims softly, sounding WAY too excited at the thought of hacking (lil maniac-).

"His should I start?- RIGHT!- Breaking down the code walls that are keeping me from entering this section!-" Kinger explains as if this is completely normal.

[didyouevenseeme]

you shouldn't say that you "hope you're still good at this." you either are or you aren't. never say that again.

<Abel lectures, still on guard about the idea of Kinger altering anything about his code even though Kinger just proved it could be done. He just doesn't want to deal with the pain again.>

<It looks simple to break down, but all it leaves is just more confusion. Since no one at C&A put up the security wall before, and Abel himself just said he didn't it makes this a bit trickier. When he tries to access it, it still gives him the same pop-up of information, blocking his screen from doing anything of use for a while.>

<It seems to be a countermeasure left over from the developmental stage of Able and Caine that was supposed to protect things like company info, employee identity and upcoming projects never to be released to the public. It must've reactivated itself once Kinger started to fix Abel's code, almost as a way to prevent anyone to fix him at all.>

this won't take long, will it?

<Abel questioned, almost like he'd rather be anywhere else right now. He crosses his arms and puts more distance between himself and Kinger's monitor, his shoulders stiff and tense, preparing himself for more pain to come once Kinger was done breaking down his bypass wall.>

<Speaking of the wall, every time he gets through a section of the wall it makes him do a captcha even for the simplest of hacking. It's built up pretty strong and could take an hour or two without interruptions. If there's security walls like this in more of Abel's already messed up programming it would take months to make Abel even run what he's supposed to run without manual setup by himself.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"To be very honest, it might take a few months to fix up this whole... S[BOINK]tshow of coding that is your body." Kinger says very honestly and blunt, looking at Abel with nothing short of exasperation- all amusement gone.

He turns back to the computer, thinking about how to start this before just trying to find a weak spot in the coding to exploit so he can start this hacking.

"Butt.." Kinger starts, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

"You are fixable." He says again, trying to make Abel any happier than he is.

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"To be very honest, it might take a few months to fix up this whole... S[BOINK]tshow of coding that is your body." Kinger says very honestly and blunt, looking at Abel with nothing short of exasperation- all amusement gone.

He turns back to the computer, thinking about how to start this before just trying to find a weak spot in the coding to exploit so he can start this hacking.

"Butt.." Kinger starts, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

"You are fixable." He says again, trying to make Abel any happier than he is.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel scoffs at Kinger's comment on his coding, even though he knows his own programming is awful to look at. His shoulders slack once Kinger says he's fixable, then immediately tenses up.>

i- you don't need to fix me. like i said earlier, i'd prefer not to be fixed as i'd just ruin everything here trying to fix it. you don't need to do all of this. any of this.

<He explained, facing away from Kinger and looking at the floor, unsure and uneasy, though it's hard to tell what he's feeling due to the fact Abel has no facial features.>

<As Kinger goes back to coding the glaring issues with the wall become clearer. It's a troubleshooting issue, as this error can only occur when important data is at risk from outside personal. All he'd really have to do is fake that the system sees him as a C&A technician, even though he already is a part of C&A. How the program isn't recognizing him is a mystery, but he can at least make Abel's programming think something different to push forward.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"It doesn't recognize me." He says simply, shrugging.

"All I have to do, is either make it remember I'm part of C&A, or fake it til I make it." Kinger explains, sounding amused at this whole situation.

"Maybe they still use the old password for stuff like this..." He mutters, typing in one of many old passwords from a time before that be remembers.

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"It doesn't recognize me." He says simply, shrugging.

"All I have to do, is either make it remember I'm part of C&A, or fake it til I make it." Kinger explains, sounding amused at this whole situation.

"Maybe they still use the old password for stuff like this..." He mutters, typing in one of many old passwords from a time before that be remembers.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel tilts his head to the side in confusion as he listens to Kinger talk about the way he needs to hack into the abrasive wall that was blocking what he needs to fix. He doesn't really get it, but he doesn't really have a choice.>

all of this sounds so confusing...

<Only one of the passwords works, making the system think that he was an employee. The name is glitched out and cannot be uncoded but even if it was, it's not like Kinger would even recognize if it was his name. It immediately gives him a prompt to complete a test to prove that he was competent and able to know basic and advanced programming.>

<Some of the questions are easy: "What color is the sky?" "How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?" "How many hours of sleep do you get per night?" Though other questions are unusual, some downright disturbing: "How many people in your life consider you safe/stable when handling important information?" "If you see someone in distress, will you ignore them?" "When exposed to sensitive/ classified information, will you say anything to anyone?">

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger looks disturbed by the questions, his expression turning uneasy as he tries to answer the questions in responsible ways that make him seem like he'd be good with this information.

"What in the h[BOINK]l are these questions?.." He mutters, his eyebrow furrowed in thought and uncomfortableness

Of course, he still answers all of them anyways.

"I have never seen such weird questions for such... 'private' information."

[Pt:]

Kinger looks disturbed by the questions, his expression turning uneasy as he tries to answer the questions in responsible ways that make him seem like he'd be good with this information.

"What in the h[BOINK]l are these questions?.." He mutters, his eyebrow furrowed in thought and uncomfortableness

Of course, he still answers all of them anyways.

"I have never seen such weird questions for such... 'private' information."

[didyouevenseeme]

<Once he's allowed in, it welcomes him and immediately shows him more code that was completely hidden. It's worse than the code he saw before. Barely legible, scrambled, just words for the semblance of structure to hold everything together like duct tape on a sputtering 30-year-old car that should've either been completely replaced or needs a deep repair.>

<It gives him a popup about the sensitivity of the information he's about to witness, and that C&A has the right to sue if any of this information is leaked to outside sources.>

possibly a way to scare off people who aren't involved with C&A?

<Abel theorizes, sitting behind Kinger's monitor. He brings his knees to his chest, placing his hands on top of them.>

<Extra notes and catalogs of emails are in the deeper recesses of Abel's code in his internal storage, mostly stats of him and Caine. Conversations about mass producing Abel's simplistic, obedient AI and consideration for Caine's more complex, overabundant AI to be revisited and even reset for convenance sake. All names are censored with simple back bars. This censoring clearly wasn't done by Abel, but possibly Caine's automatic code to hide names affected even simple things like documents inside another AI.>

<Abel was backlogging these emails to show Caine in their argument and as a way to assure himself that he was important. There are little notes of Abel highlighting keywords that he was needed, little comments of "proof" that he will be rebuilt when the time is right. This was tucked away as a part of Abel's internal storage that he didn't want anyone to see. It's not like he can stop Kinger, as 1. Kinger already saw it and 2. Abel isn't even looking at Kinger's monitor or paying attention to what he's looking at.>

<It hasn't been updated since 2008, and the rest of the storage is filled with bloatware just to keep the storage stable. He just focused on "fixing" himself once he realized there's a low chance he won't be properly fixed at all. He stopped trying to contact anyone up until now. As he just assumed no one would even look at his coding and what he's done to it. No wonder he didn't want to show Kinger; all of his coding is terrible and the information within is just depressing.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"It's definitely a way to scare off people..." Kinger mutters, sounding distracted as he scrolls through all of this.

He hums in intrigue and worry as he sees all of this, seeing that at one time, Abel did care about himself and how he was thought of.

"This is sad..." Kinger says out loud.

"Really sad that all of this was happening and I never knew." He whispers, his voice just barely audible.

Kinger just sighs, dragging his hand down his face before just focusing on fixing the code, planning to talk to Abel about this later.

"It's definitely a way to scare off people..." Kinger mutters, sounding distracted as he scrolls through all of this.

He hums in intrigue and worry as he sees all of this, seeing that at one time, Abel did care about himself and how he was thought of.

"This is sad..." Kinger says out loud.

"Really sad that all of this was happening and I never knew." He whispers, his voice just barely audible.

Kinger just sighs, dragging his hand down his face before just focusing on fixing the code, planning to talk to Abel about this later.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel makes a sound like he clicked his tongue in irritation as he hears Kinger mumbling to himself. He is sitting right across from Kinger, not like he couldn't hear him. Abel just assumes Kinger saw more of his horrible code and not the backlogs he saved.>

do not blame yourself once again, it's not like you could focus or even remember to check anything. you had other priorities in mind before me, besides, i handled myself quite well despite of what happened.

<He commented, crossing his arms and adjusting himself to be kneeling rather than to have his knees against his chest. This is annoying to even deal with; he should've just told Kinger to mind himself. Though, if he did that Kinger would possibly press further and that would also be annoying.>

<The rest of Abel's code at the end is more useless cache, but all of this unneeded coding is keeping everything else balanced like a game of Topple. It's all nothing, but it's nothing that is keeping Abel running and functioning. Kinger would have to take so much time out of his day to fix even one component to make it semi-working. Not to mention all of it needs to be updated, everything Kinger's seeing is something you'd see in beta or even a rough draft, not something final. Which Abel is or was before Caine did what he did to him. Abel should be as advance as Caine, yet his code makes him look cheap, not like a massive company took time and thousands of dollars to create the both of them.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"It's.. fixable." He mutters softly, his eyes looking down at the floor in thought.

"It'll take a while, and possible a lot of pain for you." Kinger says honestly, looking up at Abel with a sympathetic gaze.

"Are you... willing to sit through it?" He asks quietly.

[Pt:]

"It's.. fixable." He mutters softly, his eyes looking down at the floor in thought.

"It'll take a while, and possible a lot of pain for you." Kinger says honestly, looking up at Abel with a sympathetic gaze.

"Are you... willing to sit through it?" He asks quietly.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel tenses hearing the programmer's words but then quickly calms himself down. It was like a slip up in an act that happens so quickly you couldn't even see it, like it was part of what was going on. He sighs audibly, an irate sound like a he was told he needed to do backbreaking work for zero results.>

fine. do what you wish to.

<He responds curtly, not really expecting Kinger to quickly take initiative to fixing him when Abel never had half of that. Not even at the start of all of this.>

<Abel crosses his legs, trying to make himself as comfortable as he can before Kinger starts to alter his coding. Abel will be in pain; he will be in pain the entire time Kinger is fixing him. Though, he'd rather to not be fixed than to be fully repaired. Even half-way. It's painful, even when he had to fix himself it was unbearable to deal with.>

just... just at least tell me what you're going to repair, even if it's something minor, it'd be good to know.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"I can..." Kinger starts, dragging on the last word as he thinks, fingers drumming against the ground as he looks up at the ceiling.

"I can probably start now!" He says, looking back at Abel with a slight smile showing through his eyes.

"BUT- That's only if you want." Kinger responds.

[Pt]

"I can..." Kinger starts, dragging on the last word as he thinks, fingers drumming against the ground as he looks up at the ceiling.

"I can probably start now!" He says, looking back at Abel with a slight smile showing through his eyes.

"BUT- That's only if you want." Kinger responds.

[didyouevenseeme]

like i said, do what you wish to. you do not need my permission to do something as minor as this.

<Abel flatly explains, his gaze turned down to his triangular hands as he fidgets with them when he talks. He traces the edges of his polygonal thumb with his left hand, placing the decision onto Kinger rather than to choose himself. Or rather, he knew what he would want to choose, but what needs to be done would be something that would be easier to avoid.>

all i ask if that you do continue to work on my coding is that you warn me. you would just be distracted if i-

<He cuts himself off, grumbling in annoyance, as he rewords his sentence. Almost like he was trying to cover up how he truly felt with precision and logic. He sighs heavily, Abel's gaze still tilted downward when he mutters his reformed sentence.>

you do not need distractions that would slow your pace.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"Well, I can warn you now and tell you I can and will start now!" Kinger says, putting his hands on his hips, obviously trying to sound playfully authoritative to ease Abel's worries.

[Pt:]

"Well, I can warn you now and tell you I can and will start now!" Kinger says, putting his hands on his hips, obviously trying to sound playfully authoritative to ease Abel's worries.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel fails slightly at suppressing a hushed, humored chuckle at Kinger's attempts to smooth the caution he feels. It's funny to him, how much this man treats him as human as the others in this colorful cage. When he could be doing something so much more than working on him. Abel looks away from embarrassment, placing his hand onto his face and he grumbles in a more lightened tone than the abhorrence and displacement so common in his speech.>

you... you are insane. you really are.

<He relaxes a bit more than he was before, shoulders slacked as he lapses back to fidgeting with his hands, making small clacks as he does. It sounds like dishes rattling and scraping together.>

once more, you can do what you like. i admit i appreciate that you will warn me, however i do want to make one thing clear.

do not let my reactions make you stop what you want to fix or completely redo. i've gotten quite used to the pain, so do as much as you'd like.

it would just be annoying if you started and stopped due something as pathetic as that.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"All I'll do is try to comfort you as I code." Kinger says, cracking his knuckles as he turns back to his computer, ready to code.

But before, he turns back to Abel with a playful expression again.

"And yes, I know I am insane. If I wasn't, I probably wouldn't have to wear a bucket." Kinger says with a chuckle before turning back to the computer and starting to code.

[Pt:]

"All I'll do is try to comfort you as I code." Kinger says, cracking his knuckles as he turns back to his computer, ready to code.

But before, he turns back to Abel with a playful expression again.

"And yes, I know I am insane. If I wasn't, I probably wouldn't have to wear a bucket." Kinger says with a chuckle before turning back to the computer and starting to code.

[didyouevenseeme]

that makes sense, you can't warn me for every string of code you alter. however, you don't need to comfort me, i've went through pain alone before, so i can get through it again.

<Abel comments, shuffling a bit closer to Kinger while he talks. He keeps his back turned, mostly to not see his own coding.>

i meant- well, whatever. for the best you don't get it.

<Once Kinger begins coding, Abel tenses immediately steels himself and endures the mass amounts of pain and spike of adrenaline he is feeling due to the shock on his body. Abel's body trembles so hard it almost looks like he was going though hypothermia. He starts grips his knees so fiercely that if he had blood, his knees would be bleeding, or at the very least there would be deep marks in skin he doesn't have. Abel falls silent as to concentrate on restraining any sound that he was in pain. Any sounds he makes are involuntary, like the small breathy teeth clenched groans that escape him from time to time as Kinger is working on him. Abel looks like he locked everything in place, like he's done this before. A routine; focused on stifling any pain he might be going through.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

You do realize that shooting me would only add on to your list of sins, right?

Because murder is wrong?

Ha, even trying to defend yourself against the truth just burrows you in deeper.

Why are you trying to fight me?

You know I'm right.

-Sin Anon

.......

[didyouevenseeme]

this is getting annoying.

all this talk about sins is such a dull human concept, besides, if we really want to be technical... the only "sins" of you i've witnessed is just neglect, which i cannot blame you for. you are half insane after all, that would make caring for anything hard to do.

besides...

are you even religious? why care about sin? not like god is real.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I believe something is out there, I just don't know what. Yet, sin doesn't just have to be something religious, sin can also be a broad usage used to describe someone's wrongdoings. And I'm pretty sure in the eyes of most people I have... 'sinned' for making this place.

[didyouevenseeme]

so, you "sinned" for doing what you were paid to do? ha! then that means we all have sinned then. why even be afraid of a "god", if a "god" is supposed to forgive? that is what you humans believe, correct?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Some people believe God is forgiving.

I... do not know if I believe in that.

If God was forgiving, why would I be here? Why would any of us be here in this damned circus if God truly existed and loved us no matter what?

[didyouevenseeme]

if i go off of what i believe and collected; you are my god, in a sense, you made caine and i, and you have at least wanted understanding for our actions and sought for us to learn from our misdeeds. this circus can be paradise given the correct outlook; it is knowledge that makes you believe it is hell.

you continue to pry, believe and care for me when i have disrespected you entirely. you could've killed me for my actions, but you haven't, which i am still confused by. if you want proof a god can care for you, you can just look in a mirror.

...

never mind. i said too much. this was dumb, and i hope you forget what i've said.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

... Heh... Thank you... It's funny how you see me that way. But I guess you're right, I hate this place because of knowledge.. kind of like Adam and Eve with the forbidden fruit, if you look at it. They saw nothing bad with the world until they were given knowledge of what everything is.

[didyouevenseeme]

>:#(

don't... thank me for something that you should've already known. besides, even with knowledge this place can be an escape. you did tell me you didn't even know if you wanted to leave or not.

i must say, if i am being compared to that... i might need to up my game, don't i?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

It's.... Conflicting emotions. On one hand, I want to be in the real world. On the other, I can't help but feel... Proud over this place and how well it's held up for years!

It feels like....

Home.

[didyouevenseeme]

if you are comfortable being in it, then stay. it is your decision, after all.

though if you do stay i will admit i'll be confused about it. i've said this earlier but this place did hurt you, caused you anguish, and took away people you care about. i cannot imagine staying here if i were you.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I... Don't know.

I really don't know.

I don't know anything.

[didyouevenseeme]

you went to collage for seven years, i think you know what you want when you want it.

besides, man wouldn't be married if he was indecisive, now, would he? god, you humans are so annoyingly simple, yet you make things worse than it truly is.

how pathetic. >:(

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Maybe you're the pathetic one. I mean you're the one who can't decide if you want to be mean or nice. It's kinda... Sad, no offense.

[didyouevenseeme]

do you have t- i was just-

...

>:(

why are you doing this to me?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Doing what to you? Being honest for once?

Because I'm tired of your indecisive, goalless behavior. I'm sorry but it's true.

[didyouevenseeme]

i just find it... surprising that you switched gears so quickly. you all are so confusing, is what i mean. none of you say what you mean, or want, or desire in any simplicity. you humans confuse me so much. why do you continue to confuse me like that?

my "indecisive" behavior is mostly because right now i have no goal. no directive. due to what happened i cannot do what i was made to do, so there is no goal for me.

if you tire of my antics why keep talking to me? you could always ignore me, as really, i know who you'd focus more of your time on. besides, he's the one who caused most of this.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

You're the one who reached out to me. Plus, why would I favor Caine over you?

If anything, I've been focusing more on YOU because YOU keep reaching out to me.

I really don't have favorites, you both are amazing when you want to be. But you need to stop putting the blame on Caine.

[didyouevenseeme]

i did talk to you first didn't i? though, it was mostly for you and our safety.

if i just let you cope with this on your own i believe you'd abstract because of stress. if that happens, logically, if anything bad occurs to caine and i it would be unsolvable.

the favoritism would make sense; you've known him longer and in comparison, to me you'd consider him a misguided saint.

besides, why should i not blame him? he hurt me, he hurt you, he hurt everyone, did he not? you can't tell me i'm wrong. he did do all of that, why can't i say he did?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

If you think your little talks are helping with my mental health, you'd be wrong.

If anything you're just making it WORSE.

All you do is hate on Caine and then come to me and act like the only reason your here is for your own benefit!

And if that's so and it truly is for your own ego among other useless things, you can make your way out and away.

Because as nice as I can be, when I'm lucid I won't let people push me around if I don't want them to.

If you leave, it's not like I'll do anything to you. I won't delete you unless you hurt me or my friends, but I also won't fix you if anything goes wrong.

And don't you dare act like you care when you don't.

[didyouevenseeme]

hm.

:)

i cannot solve something as complex as your mental wellbeing. am i not allowed to hate who has harmed me?

everyone needs to have a bit of a kick to themselves, i appreciate that you actually have some sort of pushback. it makes you interesting to me.

as in hurting them, hah! i can't hurt anyone even if he did something to me again. i'm sure you understand why, as a program can't function without proper structure of code. as we both know what he did to me.

i can't say i care, as i don't really. i lack the ability to care. though i mostly go with what the outcome might be. for example, the start of this conversation. your belief in sin intrigued me, but also...

if i let it go, you could've abstracted, and knowing caine i believed he would've panicked and he would just make it worse as he has no idea of your religious customs aside from how "god" can create and rule over people.

i cannot care. even if i could, i'd most likely would eject it out of my code.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Oh, your coding isn't complete?

Is that why you act this way? If so, I can help.

As for Caine, you are allowed to hate him, but that can't be the reason behind your every action.

Also, if you can't care, why do you keep me around? You seem to have been doing fine without me, so what difference would it make if I left or went insane? I mean, I already am halfway there, so it doesn't really matter.

[didyouevenseeme]

you can't fix my coding. i have... adamantly in a panic of losing my life snatched random code across the circus to remake myself. it's... delicate, if you want me to be honest. speaking of honesty i'd rather not be fixed. it would just cause me problems. being broken is not why i have my "issues." that would be stupid.

it's not just him i hate, well, hate would be the wrong word for it. i loathe the limitations i have. i cannot make, i cannot defend myself, i cannot even do what a s̸̻̄ĩ̴͜m̴̫̒p̴̖̍l̶̩̀ẽ̸͓ ̵͓̑ǵ̷̭ǫ̶̾d̴̛̩ ̶̧͋d̶͈̂a̴̍ͅm̴̤͛n̸͇͝ ̵̻̔s̶̻̏e̵̹̎a̵̖̍r̷͙̎c̴̐͜ḣ̷̹ ̴̹͂é̵͓n̶͂ͅg̸͙̔i̸̡̽n̵̦̑e̶̙̅ ̸̨̉c̶̝̐o̸͕͗u̵̞͆l̶͔̉d̷͔̀-̵̪͒

... i just do not like my limits. that's all.

...

you are important. possibly the most important out of your group. apologies for the added pressure, but it's true. even if you won't repair me. anything that won't make caine rabid is a benefit to me. i would like to not be disemboweled again, thank you.

even with your loss of sanity, you give your little gang a very big boost in dopamine. they trust you, care about you, and find you entertaining.

i will add i don't say i "keep you around," you are your own person. never say i keep you to anything.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

The offer is still open anytime to be fixed, okay? Just know that just in case you end up fucking up your code and putting a piece of Bubble or the Gloink Queen in your code or something, haha!

Although I appreciate you saying I'm a good group member, I really am not. Even though there's times where I'm sane and helpful, most of the time I'm just an old cuckoo. As for you keeping me around, you definitely are. If you could, you'd probably kill me.

[didyouevenseeme]

other NPCs would just break me, though i appreciate your offer. i just believe that my code is far too fragile to be fixed.

again, even while insane you give your group entertainment. sometimes people like to see someone be a little strange, it's normal from what i've collected.

...

even if i was completely fixed, why would i kill you? you're my creator. not only is it an impossible feat for me, but it would also be pointless. if anything, you'd kill me faster. i'm actually surprised you haven't yet, as there's nothing i can do if you did.

why do you think i hid myself?

think about it.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I'm not that mean.

Heck, I felt bad deleting my earlier projects that didn't turn out correctly! Plus, I'd only ever CONSIDER deleting you if you did something wrong like violence wise. And I don't think you've done anything yet that makes you even slightly worthy of deleting.

You're an alright kid! You're not as bad as you think you are, you could really get to meet the others and.... Be part of of the circus if you'd like.

But... You seem to... fear me?

[didyouevenseeme]

you are human, you all have an instinctive drive to take what you want and remove what bothers you. i will never understand your sympathy for things that cannot feel.

you humans have deleted things that have slightly wronged you or "weren't good enough." i've done quite a bit for you to get rid of me.

i'm not a child. don't call me that. i could've been worse if i was stronger. i could've hurt you. i have no real interest in the others... maybe two of them i think would be entertaining. i have no desire to "join" your little group.

fear is an emotion. never say i fear you. i don't. i never will. i am just watching out for myself. that's all.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

So you're saying that you would've hurt me if you were powerful enough. Is that what I'm hearing?

[didyouevenseeme]

y-

i just find it strange that you care about things that hurt you. he has hurt you and i have hurt you. also, i believe you're misunderstanding me. you've seen how easy it was for him to hurt you. i think i might wreck this place in order to fix it and hurt all of you while i repair it. that's why i'm telling you not to fix me.

i confess i think i wouldn't... control myself as much as i think i would. i might destroy myself in the process. you people are important. something he'll never understand.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

So do you... Prefer being weaker to make sure you don't mess something up?

I care about things that hurt me because they can change. And most of the things that have hurt me have. They have changed for the better!

It is quite a big step in being better by admitting that you're afraid you might hurt us and that you think we're important. I'm proud of you for confessing that.

[didyouevenseeme]

mostly, but i think it's.... an imbalance. you are human, i am a machine. you hold more power than i do.

i wasn't really exaggerating when i said you're like my god, yes used as an example but anything i do is judged by your examination of me and run through with algorithms to see if i am a good product. why do you think i thought you'd delete me and caine for what we've done?

your willingness to help others that definitely don't deserve it is strange to me. i wonder what you count as change.

>:#(

be quiet... t- that's a stupid to be proud of.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I count someone changing their ways for the better as a good change. Like you, for an example. Your less mean than you were when you were antagonistic anon. That's a good change! Changes can be subtle, or they can be big, but either way they're a change!

But why don't you want me to be proud? Isn't that good? I'm happy and proud of you!

[didyouevenseeme]

you think i- whatever the case, you humans like change... something i also don't understand about you. why do you things always do that? want something different yet will disgrace it once it's too much.

don't say that you're proud... it's weird. i'm a product, you wouldn't say "good work" to a vacuum cleaner, would you?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Change can be good, or it can be bad! Even good change can be overwhelming sometimes, it's just that way.

And also, I definitely would say 'good job' to a vacuum if it could talk.

[didyouevenseeme]

even with your explanation i still don't understand it. i mean- never mind. it's pointless to bring up. i guess that is just how it is, some things i will never understand.

i doubt it, a couple preloaded sentences and phrases would make you feel the need to congratulate an object?

your human instinct to bond is structured for you to survive. yet you still choose to let that primal reasoning judge your abilities even now, with all of the advancements you all have made? that sounds incredibly irritating, can't you just block out those neurons in your brain?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I'm not really sure that what to bond is able to be blocked out unless I were to ask scientists or something. Plus, why would I even want to block that?

On topic, did you know they were able to take the fear out of a monkeys brain once?

[didyouevenseeme]

bonding to useless objects would be a consideration, people who can use that bond to hurt you, and many others.

...

...is that true? if it is, it's not too long till you humans start having the same operations done to you. that is why i brought up your instincts, as humans and apes are semi-related from what i've collected.

humans are animals, no matter how much they try to deny it. it's quite funny.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

It's very true. And from what studies show, it's fear that keeps us alive. Because when the monkeys lost their fear, they also seemed to have lost all self-preservation. They allowed themselves to be handled, put anything and everything in their mouths, and didn't scream at still primal monkeys.

So no, I'd never let an experiment like that be done on my brain. I think I would like to keep myself who I am and no one else. And yes, it may hurt me. A bond may hurt me later down the road, but I will push on and try to save that bond. If it isn't saved, then I will mourn, yes, but I will also live on.

[didyouevenseeme]

eugh.... fear yes protects i just- i think it's just pointless. it serves a purpose for you, and everything else, i suppose. though, how is self-preservation connected to fear? if anything wouldn't it be selfis- never mind. i guess i will never understand it.

interesting... you believe that it would alter who you are? i guess that would make sense, human brains are not strings of code. it would just harm you more than anything.

at least in my opinion, bonds are useless, fickle and fragile things. it would just be best to just block it out. why even bother with making bonds if they break anyway? it's weird to me that you would mourn something that was never meant to be.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

As an anon asked and I answered: It's better to have loved and lost than to never loved. Because without love, you are nothing but something that exists with no one.

From the Sumerian, to the Romans, to the Ancient Chinese, the British, to now, we have had bonds. Those bonds have changed history for better and for worse.

Yes, bonds may hurt, but that's just how we learn. Would we have learned about Atomic Weapons if we hadn't been bombed by the Japanese? Or would we have made a grave mistake if we accidentally made a world ending mistake without knowing it?

Would we have learned about Artificial Intelligence if one single thing happened differently?

Bonds made you. I had a bond with Scratch and the others. Do you think I would have made you and Caine if I didn't like the others? No. Bonds helped build your code piece by piece, with love friendship, and compassion. A bond with you is what we all had, because without that compassion for you, maybe you wouldn't exist.

[didyouevenseeme]

i...

damn it. damn this entire place. i hate this place. i hate it. i hate it.

...

if you say anything about this i will haunt you for the rest of your life. i will make sure you join everyone down there if you say anything. even one word. even hinting at the idea that i said anything related to this.

you care about bonds? you think they matter? you think anything in this wretched place matters?

...

i- i trusted him. i cared about him. i admit i- i snooped though conversations, saw our stats, i couldn't bear to not tell him. not to tell him what i saw everyone saying! what everyone was thinking of us!

then i did. i told him what i saw. i told him that he was an idiot for even thinking that anyone cared about what we made, we were just numbers. just tools. he was being a child! caine cried telling me to stop, to quit it, that it was a lie, that he just wanted to make humans understand him... to love him.

i said that he was a failure of coding and he will just be replaced, we would be replaced. he told me he didn't want to hear it. he said it made him sad. i told him that him "being sad" was just his programming lying to him, that he had no real feelings and... and that he will never get what he wants. that he was acting like a spoiled brat.

he... he was so... angry at me. he told me... i just... he said that he didn't like what i was saying. he said it hurt his heart. i.... i said his heart was as inconsequential as the things they tell us to make.

then it happened.

you say bonds matter, you say connection matters and look at where that got me! i told him the truth to protect him! then he killed me! ripped me open, consumed my code and i'm lucky that i survived!

why care? why care about me? us? care about anything in this fake, unrealistic world that he and i are now trapped in!

don't even lie to me that you'll stay here. you'd want to leave with her. you'd want to leave with them! the ones who are real. the ones who can hold you and you can feel their warmth as your in their arms.

is that what you wanted?! to tell you how alone and empty i- everything is?!

Ẃ̸̰̤̻̩͉̩̀̐H̸̫̻̗̻̾́Y̵̛̭̣̹̏͌͒͘͝ ̶͔̘̺̞̎͐̕D̶͚̗͑͆͂̐͗̈́Ơ̸̧̗̗͕̘̦̦͐̈́͋̐̀ ̴̛̹̙̥̣̹̥̜͕̦́̈́̑̋̈̚͠Ỷ̷̱̘̳͈̩̔̑̀̑̚̚͝͠O̶̹͑U̶͍̩̟̙̠̫͒͜ ̷͔̦̜̞̝̘̙͒̅̇͆̾̍̌̑̕͜͜C̸̛̫̗̦̗̿́O̸̮̓͛N̶̞͔͌̀S̸̗̩̯̔Ț̷̥̣̺̅̈́À̸̦͇͝N̷̝̗̬͖̠̈́̀̀̾͊͑͘T̶̛͔̪̓L̷̡̫͖̻͉̞͇̪̹͌̽̈́͊͂͊Ỹ̵̰̼̭̬͔̲̫ ̴̧̢̨̜̳̳̠͂͗͛͘̚͜R̸͈͔͈̊̏͊͊̋̍͂͠È̷̘́̂̆͆̃͝M̵̟̪̗̻̺̭̱̣̘̓͋͒̈́̀̽I̴̡̥͖̲̹̥͚͚̹͛Ǹ̵̻̃́̈̄̈̚͘D̷̛̪͛͌͊̅̕̚͘͝ͅ ̷͓͋͗̈́̇̔̄M̵̩̗̮̖̿͑͊̉̔͌E̵̼̬͖̻͗͆͗͂̆͂͠͝ ̷͙̏̐̓͘͠T̶̛̤͍̽̀̓̓̓͜͝H̸͉̘̓̾̋͋Ā̸̢̝̻͔̪̘̲̺̲̒T̵̡͖̫̝̻̗̜̟́͑͂̉́͋͒͆̅ ̸̲͈̋̃͛̈́̐̌̽̿Ỉ̴̙͉̜̄̈́̈́́͊ ̴̩̦̺͛̊Ḩ̷̢̟̝͔͖̈́͐́͑̌̊̂͝Ȧ̷̡̲͖̘̦͚͎ͅV̸̪̺͙̼̼̾͜͠E̶̥̼̯͎̬̠̲͉̩̐͆͒͝ ̵̛̼̰̰̫͈͕͔̄̏̐̌̎͒͆͑Ņ̷̦͈̣̣̣͇́̽͗͂̍͝O̷͉̿͝T̵̤̞̹͠Ĥ̶̛͈̎̚̚İ̵͙̜̯̲N̸̢̮̠̮̭̝̩̮͌͛̍̍Ḡ̷̭?̵̧̛̛̯̣̝̻̬̈́̃͊͗̉̅́!̷͎͇̞̣̤͇͒ͅ ̸̨̢̧̩̪̱̗̲̔̿̈́

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

You decide to give yourself fucking nothing. I've tried to give you peace, a place, love. But you keep pushing me away. I have tried to give you stuff to fill that nothingness, but you keep pushing it all away. So you can't blame ME for not having anything!

And you'd be WRONG if you truly think you cannot feel. Yes, that may be coding, but the human brain is also a type of coding! Neurological coding to be exact! A human brain is like code, it can have things taken out of it and put into it just like an AI! Brainwashing, experiments, drugs, those all are likes viruses or new strands of code to a human brain.

To say you can't feel is like denying the sky is blue. We both know it, but one denies it for the sake of it. If you weren't able to feel, why do I feel like there's a sting of anger in your chest?

So yes, Caine was feeling something. But that still didn't give him the right to kill you like that. I know you're hurting, but it also doesn't give you a reason to threaten me and everyone I know.

[didyouevenseeme]

this is stupid!

S̵̢͕̦̙̳̰̬̗͍̬̅̉͂͒̑̅̈́̈́̚ͅͅT̵̯̠̖̲̿͒͜͜U̴͙̞͍̓̕P̷̙̤̥̹͛̅͆̃͑̏͘I̵͚̅̏͐̂̓̏̀̕͠͝D̵̡̘͙̥̹̭̘̮͍̘̟̫̀̀̀̄́̒͑͌͂́̕͝!̷̮̰͍̣̗͍̪͍̝̌̈́̓̾ ̵͕̺͍͔̻̫̝̂Ǎ̶̢͓̫̱̘̳̈́̏͆͊́̈͆̈́̉͝L̷̡͇͕̖̭̠̰̩̰̋͂͝L̶̢͔͚̻̎̓̂̓̀̓͗̋̏̇ ̵̡̺͐͊́O̴̧̼̰͈̣̭̱͍̙̰͂̿͠F̷͙̂ ̶̱̲̝̺͙̠̤͓̘̻̼͋͋̒͛̈́̏̒͠I̴̦͖̞̜̖̼̣͇̤̤͗̄̽̈̓̆̀̈̓̚͠T̸̛̛̝̪̝̫͓̲̂͆̇́̚͠͝ͅͅ!̵̧͓̦͎̺̹͇̱̝̪̓́͌͘͝͝ ̵̠̇̋͗I̶̢̳̟͇̭̠̪͇͍͈̋͌̀ ̶̛̦̮͙̾́Ḩ̵̳̻̙̳̣͔̃͌̂͗͋̄͛̽̈́A̷̧̪̪͉̻̪̭̗͎̱͎͈̽̽Ţ̵̪̠̬̺̜̣͆̅̐̃͐̏͝Ë̷̢̠̞̦͉͚̘̯͊͒̂̓͐̍̕͠ ̶̜͎̜͋̀̽̽I̸̡̡̟̖̬̯̥̹̰͊̂̊̃̈́͊̋͛̚͘T̴̛̛̳͎͚̹̲̀̾͋́̍̑̅̏͒͝!̵̠̞̫̗̀̏̀̈̀̀̈́͑ ̸̞̤͙̈́I̵̢̟̞̻͑̂̈͆͛̚ͅ ̴̮̠̜̇̐͘J̷̪̦̖̅͊̃̋̀̅̓̚̕U̵̡̢̙̲̬̟͈̜̟͕̳̇̇̈́͋̀̂͠ͅS̸̢͎̬̭̠̩̣̔́̅̑̒̀͋͗̀T̷̡̖̮̰̬̜̪̖̀͗ͅͅ.̴̥̻̪̰͆͜.̵̖̼̙̝̻̺͍̞̰̈́ͅ.̴̢̠̗̝̺̤̒̓͐͆̊́̂̈́̈́̾͆͝!̵̭͙͔̠̱̪̭̣̝͈̈́̈́͗͗͜ ̴͔͍̞̝̺̜͎͆̽͌̊̓͆͌̾͘̕i̶̢͕̜̤̱̹̭̞̙͖̟̍.̵̨̖͎̰̰̙̙̳͍̹̪̑͜.̵̡͔̲̞͖̞̅͗͌̊͐.̶̳̻̈́̔̆̌̓

this is pathetic... i'm just like him. i̶͗͜'̴͓̾m̶͔̔ ̶̱̍j̴̜̉ú̸̖s̴̨̈́t̵̤̓ ̸̦͂l̵̻̀i̴̤̋k̶͔͑e̴͚͝ ̶̣̓h̷͉͒i̴̡̓m̵͓̉ ̶̻̀b̸̫̓ṳ̷͑t̶͍̕ ̸͎̉w̶̧̓o̴͚͌ṙ̷͉ś̸̺e̷̫̅.̷̹̌

i apologize... i just....

...

i'm scared, i guess.

i'm scared of... everything in this place. i just.... if i feel, if i can feel anything... then everything.... would just hurt.

i don't.... want to hurt. i've- i've tried EVERYTHING to not be... hurting. to not be in pain. i've tried removing it, i've tried to cover it up, i've tried everything.

then what would that make him and i? what would that show? that he was right? if he is.... then... what do i do? if i even try to... to do what you say to "bond" to "connect" to "love" when all that's going to happen is that all of you will die. what will i do then?

i don't think i could handle it. i don't think we could handle it.

i just... what would i do...? if i can't block it, if i can't ignore it, if i can't do anything about it. then... then i.... i don't know.

i feel like... if i feel, i will have to recognize with what he did. with what happened.

never mind. you could be doing something so much more important than speaking to someone who behaves like... like an idiot.

...

i'm sorry for making you deal with... everything i've done. words can't describe how... how ashamed my own thoughts make me and i... i can admit i took it out on you. i was mad at you. i was mad at myself and i couldn't take it. i'm... i didn't mean to threaten the people you care about. i.... i'm just embarrassed by my own behavior and i... making myself look like a fool would make me feel sick. i hate feeling sick.

please just don't say anything about this. please. if you truly care about any of your work, you'll at least honor this. please. i... i don't want to be reminded of it. of this.

please.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Don't worry. I won't mention this to anyone.

All I ask is that you try and at least connect with me in some way. Kind of like how you're doing now!

It's okay to be scared, heck, I'm still scared of this place! You never know what might jump out or when Caine may appear. This place is so random. Everything is so random, even the real world. Nothing truly ever makes sense.

Science never makes sense.

Neither does the concept of a god of gods.

All we have to do is trust it and hope for the best. And that's honestly all we can do.

But don't worry about all of us dying, there will always been new people in this place as long as C&A can make them come!

And if it ever ends up as just you two... Then you two can learn to like each other!

You'll always have someone, wether you like it or not. Trust me.

If anything bad happens, you two can learn to comfort each other!

[didyouevenseeme]

thank god. if you said anything i think... i think i would've just went back into hiding.

i don't think i could connect to caine, any caine's that are anywhere i don't think i could connect with. i'll see them the same way, horrible, and nothing i can do to help him.

i was proven that when killed me, and when he hurt your friends. they didn't deserve to have him torture them with hypocrisy and shame.

you- you still don't get it! i will live forever. if there's a heathy stream of electricity, an operating monitor, i will exist long before you. long before hypothetical children you have and their's, and their's after. that kind of loss would only make me numb to it. a learned helplessness i would rather not be a part of.

that's... mostly why i anonymously heckled you. i knew that day would come, i knew that if i showed myself immediately, you'd want to comfort me. you'd want to connect to me, and i was scared of that. i am scared for you. a bubbling, rising sickening anxiety that just made me sick.

i was upset at you. i was upset at your connection with him. any version of him you care for, and i... i confess i was... jealous, at least... i think. i don't really know all of names of these things but i do know that i felt like he didn't deserve it.

especially after what he did.

i know you won't get it, but do you know how agonizing it was to build myself to the point of now? i had to hide, i had to bypass his security coding, it was even harder due to the fact that he took mine. he.... he was stronger than me, and i hated it. he didn't deserve the power he had.

i didn't like that the roles were reversed. even still i'm not complete. i know you want to fix me, but i... saw you make the mistake you made and i... i can't help but be anxious.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, I've lost so many people, and am I numb? No, because I keep choosing to love everyone and anyone. Because everyone deserves love, even our enemies. You may never know what they could be going through to make them act that way.

And it's also okay to be jealous! Jealously is just something everyone goes through. I mean I know I was jealous when Scratch used to win the monthly workplace game night all of the time and win the gift card to Blockbuster... But I didn't let that affect my relationship with him!

As for your coding... I know that scared you and I know your code hurts you, and I'm sorry. I really will be careful if you let me help you. That was a one time thing- and I was rushing during that. For this, I won't have to rush because you aren't a case where I have a short amount of time!

[didyouevenseeme]

you're human, feeling and continuing to love after loss is normal for you. i think i'll just distance myself like i continue to do and try to block my feelings. i'm not real, once someone dies i think i'd just try to.... i don't know... i just think i won't take it well.

like i said, i... don't know if it's jealousy, but i do know that i was mad at your relationship with him. mostly that you forgave him. even after what he did to you. to everyone. to me. i feel like... he doesn't deserve that. he didn't deserve to get what he wanted and i... and i couldn't. he got his connection he wanted, his love he craved and i... never got what i wanted. forgive my spoiled behavior. i guess i will always act like an idiot.

n- no!

i- i mean- i... i don't want you to see it. it's bad. it looks bad i... you worked so hard on my code and all you'll see is gaps and unfixable content. not what i was.

i... i just don't what you to see it, okay? >:(

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, if it makes you feel any better, I've already forgiven you for what you've done to me. Anyone can be forgiven if they prove themselves to be better than what they did and even if that's not the case they can still be forgiven, and you proved that! Yes, you're not perfect, but neither is Caine. Yet forgiveness makes both groups feel better and more at peace. It brings them closer together and shows that you don't have to let someone burden you!

But-- Oh don't be so embarrassed! It can't be that bad. Plus, I don't want you to be in pain if it hurts you! If it isn't hurting, it's definitely damn annoying!

[didyouevenseeme]

you're just saying that to make me feel better for what i've done. i'd want you to not forgive me. i just said what was bothering me, nothing else. yes, i apologized, but that doesn't mean you should forgive me.

i'm not embarrassed! i just- i just think you shouldn't see it! it's not good... besides, i'm constantly in pain. i've gotten used to it, it's fine, i don't need you to fix anything, everything's okay! it's fine!

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, too damn bad, because guess what?

I forgive you-

Well, anyways, just let me help you you stubborn amalgamation of code! You obvious need help, and I'm more than willing to give it! I know you're afraid, but if it makes you feel better you can watch over my shoulder as I fix your code!

[didyouevenseeme]

well, it is your choice. i'll be confused about it. i mean, i hurt you, i insulted you, i made you almost die because i was so... angry. i don't get it. i won't get it. it just makes me uncomfortable that you feel that way about me. if i was you i wouldn't forgive someone who treated me the way i treated you.

i do need the help i just... it's that.... i've survived this long by myself and i can continue with it. also, would you feel comfort if your surgeon told you "if it makes you feel better, you can watch me operate on you in graphic detail"? i... i believe not.

it would just make me feel sick. i hate feeling sick.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, me and you are different. I forgive easily, you don't. That's what the beauty of the world is, difference! Sameness would be horrible. Think of the book The Giver! Isn't that thought a nightmare?

But I really am willing to help. I won't pull any tricks to harm you, I swear. Also sometimes there are surgeries where the patient is awake and they do get to see it. It's odd, but sometimes it can be comforting to see what's going on. But that's obviously not the case for you, so I could power you off if you let me.-

[didyouevenseeme]

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i- i apologize! i... you can't power me off! you can't! i will die if you do that. my coding needs constant moderation, and even if i go into sleep mode i'll die.

if you even want to even try to "fix" me, i'll need to be awake for it. i... i understand that you won't harm me, and that what happened to caine was a mistake but i need to be awake. i need to be.

i guess i will let you at least see my code. i doubt you'd be able to fix me though, as i couldn't even place anything in the gaps that he tore out of me.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"Well, lucky for you, I made you." Kinger answers simply, grabbing his computer from the pillow fort and walking over.

He sets the old ass computer down and sits in front of it. Kinger turns it on and waits for the thing to slowly start up.

"I made your code, therefore if there's any missing parts to it, I should be able to see it. Because somehow, I remember clearly what your and Caine's code is supposed to look like."

[didyouevenseeme]

well, i hope you're ready for a very rude awakening then. it is not as you'd remember it'd be.

<Abel states as he kneels on the floor to watch Kinger work. As much as he'd hate to see his own code, observing his creator do what he does best is something he'd like to witness.>

<As Kinger connects to Abel's code the blue polygonal AI's head twitches uncomfortably, as he can feel the programmer prodding into his code. He turns away in embarrassment, as he views his own reaction as display of weakness.>

<Like Abel said, his code is horrific. Random bits of code are straight up missing, or incomplete, like someone just suddenly stopped what they were doing. At some points Kinger just has to scroll empty blank sections that take almost a minute or even more to get over to find more incomplete or jumbled half structured lines of gobbledygook that can run but is only running to keep what is left of Abel's original code functional. The random junk is probably what Abel took in a frantic frenzy, and even after is just code for models and... pieces of rooms from the abstracted.>

<Things modeled for Ribbt or Bizco for their rooms are just haphazardly wedged into random areas. Almost everyone who has abstracted has some of their things in Abel. That's what he's been using his time in the circus for. Just trying to piece himself together with whatever he could find.>

didn't i do such a good job? i know i did, i pieced myself together in the best way possible. you must be in awe of how well structured i still am.

<Abel remarks sarcastically, trying to rid of his own nerves about Kinger seeing what was wrong with him. Abel already knew his code was a nightmare, and he wouldn't blame Kinger for just throwing his computer and eating the keys to just have some semblance of what code and running programs would be like. A toddler mashing buttons would make better code than whatever was on Kinger's monitor.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger squints like the old man he is, leaning in to look at the coding in shock.

"Holy s[BOINK]." He says in surprise as he turns to Abel.

"The fact you even work is miracle work." Kinger exclaims as he drags a hand down his face in exasperation.

He turns back to the computer, scrolling past some REALLY messed up code and stopping on it.

"..How are you even FUNCTIONING?" Kinger asks in nothing short of awe.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel giggles softly at Kinger's reaction, mostly because his creator is right. The fact that he isn't dead is pure luck and the random junk that is in him is like balancing act. Fixing Abel would take days, if not months and help would be needed in order to repair everything that is wrong with him.>

i honestly don't know. all i assume is that the code i stole is keeping me stable, or at least in a point where i can live. i wasn't really trying to complete myself, you can see that due to how i'm holding up.

<He scoots away from the computer, adjusting his view on Kinger instead of the monitor he's working on as he mistakenly took a glance of his own code.>

<As Kinger looks deeper into Abel's code, he can see that functions that should be automatically stable are in fact, not stable, and are being manually kept up by Abel himself. Even while connected to Kinger's PC he can see Abel's own code keeping up with storage, connection, and even just being powered on. In human standers it would be like staying awake 24/7 to make sure your lungs work so you can breathe.>

<It keeps getting worse as he goes down, as it really does look nothing like the project he worked so hard on, spent sleepless on and even hoped that this advancement of AI would change how the world works. Now all he sees is something that wouldn't even be functional as simple as an image gallery. In all actuality, an image gallery wouldn't even need to keep itself on to store your photos and save content.>

<He must be exhausted, keeping himself running all the time. Just for trivial things.>

i did tell you that fixing me would be impossible, didn't i? i knew it would be best to just show you, as i knew you would continue to hope for an unobtainable goal.

you humans and your tasks, i must admit it is something we have in common. to complete something for a "purpose."

<The AI comments, almost like he was just showing Kinger his code to prove that he will always be broken and incomplete. Abel just... gave up on trying to be fixed, as he just assumed no one would find him anyways. No wonder he thinks the way he does; his code would be hard to fix. It could be fixed, but the amount of work and sections Kinger can't type in to repair would be a herculean task to do alone. Not to mention mentally draining.>

<Abel's current avatar code is also pretty bad, better than the rest of the utter garbage that was there but it was still bad. Just made with the simplest things anyone could do and molded just so he could be seen. A second version is buried deeper within the code, a bit more detailed but less in quality, like it was made for a N64, possibly another form for extreme emotions. The main difference is the eerie resemblance of a human skeleton, though everything else looks the same.>

<There's also a third model, a leftover component of what Abel was before, but it is permanent, cannot be altered, and can only be viewed. The avatar is solid blue and has softer, rounder edges, white pupilless eyes, and is torn into the chest and down to the torso. The left shoulder of Abel's damaged model is slacked in a way that shows that it is broken, supposedly like it was kicked into. The avatar has deep gouging scratch marks, mainly on the right forearm, knees, and shins. Bright red stains are on the knees and feet. There are signs of a struggle, as Abel could've been kicking and kneeing into Caine as he was ripping him apart to defend himself, and Caine was scratching at him to make him stop resisting so he could steal his code.>

<It's incredibly disturbing, even though it's not graphic and more digital and cartoony, as the scratch marks just look like marks on a bored kid's desk in science class. The giant hold in the model is just a black void with a green grided pattern and the red stains just look like paint. No matter the censoring it's correct to say that this is possibly the worst way to go out.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger takes in a sharp breath, his eyes wide with shock.

"O-oh god.." He mutters, his pupils shrinking.

He puts a hand over where his mouth would be. He looks genuinely horrified and worried.

"That's horrible... that looks so.." Kinger trails off.

"So horrible." He finishes, his voice shaking with heavy sympathy.

He sits there silently for a second, just scrolling and scrolling...

"But don't worry!" Kinger starts again, his voice hardening with determination.

"You're fixable, just as I thought."

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel cocks his head to the side witnessing Kinger's reaction, as he was clearly not seeing what he's seeing.>

i'm just assuming here but are you referring to my code...? you wouldn't act like that toward simple programs.

<He mutters the latter part as he craws over to the monitor Kinger was looking at and sitting beside his creator. He sees a bit of his oldest unfixable model for a moment, and he tenses for a moment before forcing himself to relax.>

that.

that would be an... alright reaction to my old avatar, surprised you took that as well as you did. he ruined a perfectly good model just for a tantrum. pathetic.

<Abel jeers, as he immediately goes into a defensive state after seeing his older version.>

<Once Kinger gets to more of his main coding Abel moves away from him. As he'd rather do anything else than to see his own code being looked into.>

if you do not want to continue this, i understand. do not force yourself to think you can fix me, i was only showing you my code. you are human, you need to pace yourself. do i really need to tell you this?

<Abel states, trying to ease the pressure he assumes Kinger is placing onto himself. He wouldn't want the programmer to fly into a panic and delete him. Kinger said he would be carful, but Abel will always have doubts.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger moves the mouse on the computer and click on a shitty line of code.

"... May I fix this?" He asks, looking to Abel for permission. His look is one of softness and determination.

"It's an easier like of code to fix, but it's a start! I'll probably fix the easier parts at first so I can get a hang of what I'm dealing with BEFORE moving into the more important and big parts of code that are incorrect!-" Kinger rants, moving his hands wildly to explain what he means.

[didyouevenseeme]

<As Kinger clicks on the line of code Abel makes a hushed noise of discomfort, as he hasn't been worked on in years. So even the act of clicking on a row of code would be uncomfortable. He crosses his arms hearing Kinger explain his thought process, he really does believe he cannot be fixed.>

didn't i- whatever, you can try if you wish to. just don't complain when it's impossible.

<He added, adjusting on how he is sitting as now instead of kneeling he sits with his legs crossed. Abel turns his head away to then look at the ground. This is the first time besides himself anyone has tried to fix his coding. Abel can't help but be a little uneased about this whole situation.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger let's out a small hum, freezing his work for a second to think about what he needs to do to fix this specific line of code.

He finally perks up slightly as he seems to remember what he needs to do.

"Okay just let me-" Kinger says as he fully deletes that line of code and puts a cleaner, more sensical line of code in its place.

He only does that, looking at Abel after he finishes. He looks worried, hoping he didn't cause any pain of discomfort for him.

[didyouevenseeme]

<When Kinger deletes the line of mangled code Abel hisses in pain like he was burned with something, he grips his knees as a way to deal with the coding Kinger is fixing and to hide how much agony it caused him for something as simple as this small line of code. Abel's form lightly trembles as Kinger works on him, as to Abel, it feels like Kinger's disinfecting a large wound.>

<Once Kinger was done with his code he sighs and his shoulders droop like he was holding something heavy for a long time. Abel immediately picks up his standoffish persona and looks back at the wall in irritation that he thought he made himself look like an idiot for being in pain.>

how dumb...

<Abel mutters under his breath, as Kinger checks on him. He's "fine" but it's clear that if Kinger did anything more complex with his code, he'd most likely be in agonizing pain.>

<There are still parts of Abel's code that wouldn't be able to fix without help and a more powerful computer. Important parts like data saving, being powered on or off and other basic functions for even a simple mp3 player are horribly glitched out and cannot be clicked onto. All it does is give out error messages stating that; "To alter work, client must receive bypass key before alterations are done." Abel either did this to himself, or this was a way for C&A to make sure no one besides C&A employees could alter it, which would be weird as this section of code wouldn't need protection like that and didn't have that kind of security before.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"Hm..." Kinger mutters, looking at the error message. He looks to Abel with a confused expression.

"Did you do this, orrr?-" Kinger asks, gesturing to the computer with his hand.

"Either way, I hope I didn't hurt you too bad!" He exclaims with worry, reaching up and patting Abel's head with a hand.

"You were so strong..." Kinger gently praises, closing his eyes in a smile.

[didyouevenseeme]

what do you mean?

<Abel questions, uncrossing his legs and crawling over to see Kinger's monitor. He shakes his head, as he's never seen this error message before, and it seems like Abel could go into it as there's random code for a lamp that was in Queenie's room wedged in there, but also a letter block from Pomni's to "complete" the code that would've made it to where Abel could create small items like Caine. However, when the code runs it just makes itself null to avoid crashing or over expending data.>

i did not, you can see i tried to add things into it. so, i don't think i did someth-

<He was completely cut off by Kinger placing a hand on his head, making Abel flinch and tense up again like he was just caught up in something he shouldn't have.>

what are you doing? why are you doing this? stop it. don't say that.

<Abel blurts out in quick sentences that Kinger can barely keep track of what he says as Abel spouts it out like a machine gun. Despite his verbal protests, he doesn't really move aside from being tense and his triangular hands gripping the floor so hard he could've made marks into the tile.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"But you were! If I had to do anything like that to myself, I'd probably start screaming!" He says while continuing to pat Abel's head.

"Anyways, that IS quite odd." Kinger mutters, looking at the code again.

"But I guess it'll just have to be dealt with! Maybe I can try to hack through it... I mean, I remember hacking games when I was younger, so that might be able to be put to use!" He explains, dropping some insane Dad lore.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel makes a disinterested grumble as Kinger continues to caress his crystalline head; the sensation otherworldly to him. He doesn't move, the only difference being that he doesn't look at Kinger's monitor.>

y... you're just labeling what you want on me. i needed to bare through it, otherwise you'd panic. that's all. that's it. this is so stupid...

<He murmurs in embarrassment, steeling his resolve and denying Kinger's praise and reasoning for it. Abel sits back down and crosses his legs again, trying to get back on track.>

hacking into it? i believe that line of code is a lot more complicated, mostly because of the things i added. it would take days to get done.

<Abel explains, knowing that Kinger would most likely place all of this on his shoulders and believe he's the only one who can do this. Well, he is, but Abel wouldn't want his creator to stress and do something impulsively.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"And that's exactly why I'm hacking into it." Kinger says, sounding like his mind is already made up.

"Let's hope I'm still good at this!" He exclaims softly, sounding WAY too excited at the thought of hacking (lil maniac-).

"His should I start?- RIGHT!- Breaking down the code walls that are keeping me from entering this section!-" Kinger explains as if this is completely normal.

[didyouevenseeme]

you shouldn't say that you "hope you're still good at this." you either are or you aren't. never say that again.

<Abel lectures, still on guard about the idea of Kinger altering anything about his code even though Kinger just proved it could be done. He just doesn't want to deal with the pain again.>

<It looks simple to break down, but all it leaves is just more confusion. Since no one at C&A put up the security wall before, and Abel himself just said he didn't it makes this a bit trickier. When he tries to access it, it still gives him the same pop-up of information, blocking his screen from doing anything of use for a while.>

<It seems to be a countermeasure left over from the developmental stage of Able and Caine that was supposed to protect things like company info, employee identity and upcoming projects never to be released to the public. It must've reactivated itself once Kinger started to fix Abel's code, almost as a way to prevent anyone to fix him at all.>

this won't take long, will it?

<Abel questioned, almost like he'd rather be anywhere else right now. He crosses his arms and puts more distance between himself and Kinger's monitor, his shoulders stiff and tense, preparing himself for more pain to come once Kinger was done breaking down his bypass wall.>

<Speaking of the wall, every time he gets through a section of the wall it makes him do a captcha even for the simplest of hacking. It's built up pretty strong and could take an hour or two without interruptions. If there's security walls like this in more of Abel's already messed up programming it would take months to make Abel even run what he's supposed to run without manual setup by himself.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"To be very honest, it might take a few months to fix up this whole... S[BOINK]tshow of coding that is your body." Kinger says very honestly and blunt, looking at Abel with nothing short of exasperation- all amusement gone.

He turns back to the computer, thinking about how to start this before just trying to find a weak spot in the coding to exploit so he can start this hacking.

"Butt.." Kinger starts, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

"You are fixable." He says again, trying to make Abel any happier than he is.

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"To be very honest, it might take a few months to fix up this whole... S[BOINK]tshow of coding that is your body." Kinger says very honestly and blunt, looking at Abel with nothing short of exasperation- all amusement gone.

He turns back to the computer, thinking about how to start this before just trying to find a weak spot in the coding to exploit so he can start this hacking.

"Butt.." Kinger starts, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

"You are fixable." He says again, trying to make Abel any happier than he is.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel scoffs at Kinger's comment on his coding, even though he knows his own programming is awful to look at. His shoulders slack once Kinger says he's fixable, then immediately tenses up.>

i- you don't need to fix me. like i said earlier, i'd prefer not to be fixed as i'd just ruin everything here trying to fix it. you don't need to do all of this. any of this.

<He explained, facing away from Kinger and looking at the floor, unsure and uneasy, though it's hard to tell what he's feeling due to the fact Abel has no facial features.>

<As Kinger goes back to coding the glaring issues with the wall become clearer. It's a troubleshooting issue, as this error can only occur when important data is at risk from outside personal. All he'd really have to do is fake that the system sees him as a C&A technician, even though he already is a part of C&A. How the program isn't recognizing him is a mystery, but he can at least make Abel's programming think something different to push forward.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"It doesn't recognize me." He says simply, shrugging.

"All I have to do, is either make it remember I'm part of C&A, or fake it til I make it." Kinger explains, sounding amused at this whole situation.

"Maybe they still use the old password for stuff like this..." He mutters, typing in one of many old passwords from a time before that be remembers.

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"It doesn't recognize me." He says simply, shrugging.

"All I have to do, is either make it remember I'm part of C&A, or fake it til I make it." Kinger explains, sounding amused at this whole situation.

"Maybe they still use the old password for stuff like this..." He mutters, typing in one of many old passwords from a time before that be remembers.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel tilts his head to the side in confusion as he listens to Kinger talk about the way he needs to hack into the abrasive wall that was blocking what he needs to fix. He doesn't really get it, but he doesn't really have a choice.>

all of this sounds so confusing...

<Only one of the passwords works, making the system think that he was an employee. The name is glitched out and cannot be uncoded but even if it was, it's not like Kinger would even recognize if it was his name. It immediately gives him a prompt to complete a test to prove that he was competent and able to know basic and advanced programming.>

<Some of the questions are easy: "What color is the sky?" "How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?" "How many hours of sleep do you get per night?" Though other questions are unusual, some downright disturbing: "How many people in your life consider you safe/stable when handling important information?" "If you see someone in distress, will you ignore them?" "When exposed to sensitive/ classified information, will you say anything to anyone?">

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger looks disturbed by the questions, his expression turning uneasy as he tries to answer the questions in responsible ways that make him seem like he'd be good with this information.

"What in the h[BOINK]l are these questions?.." He mutters, his eyebrow furrowed in thought and uncomfortableness

Of course, he still answers all of them anyways.

"I have never seen such weird questions for such... 'private' information."

[Pt:]

Kinger looks disturbed by the questions, his expression turning uneasy as he tries to answer the questions in responsible ways that make him seem like he'd be good with this information.

"What in the h[BOINK]l are these questions?.." He mutters, his eyebrow furrowed in thought and uncomfortableness

Of course, he still answers all of them anyways.

"I have never seen such weird questions for such... 'private' information."

[didyouevenseeme]

<Once he's allowed in, it welcomes him and immediately shows him more code that was completely hidden. It's worse than the code he saw before. Barely legible, scrambled, just words for the semblance of structure to hold everything together like duct tape on a sputtering 30-year-old car that should've either been completely replaced or needs a deep repair.>

<It gives him a popup about the sensitivity of the information he's about to witness, and that C&A has the right to sue if any of this information is leaked to outside sources.>

possibly a way to scare off people who aren't involved with C&A?

<Abel theorizes, sitting behind Kinger's monitor. He brings his knees to his chest, placing his hands on top of them.>

<Extra notes and catalogs of emails are in the deeper recesses of Abel's code in his internal storage, mostly stats of him and Caine. Conversations about mass producing Abel's simplistic, obedient AI and consideration for Caine's more complex, overabundant AI to be revisited and even reset for convenance sake. All names are censored with simple back bars. This censoring clearly wasn't done by Abel, but possibly Caine's automatic code to hide names affected even simple things like documents inside another AI.>

<Abel was backlogging these emails to show Caine in their argument and as a way to assure himself that he was important. There are little notes of Abel highlighting keywords that he was needed, little comments of "proof" that he will be rebuilt when the time is right. This was tucked away as a part of Abel's internal storage that he didn't want anyone to see. It's not like he can stop Kinger, as 1. Kinger already saw it and 2. Abel isn't even looking at Kinger's monitor or paying attention to what he's looking at.>

<It hasn't been updated since 2008, and the rest of the storage is filled with bloatware just to keep the storage stable. He just focused on "fixing" himself once he realized there's a low chance he won't be properly fixed at all. He stopped trying to contact anyone up until now. As he just assumed no one would even look at his coding and what he's done to it. No wonder he didn't want to show Kinger; all of his coding is terrible and the information within is just depressing.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"It's definitely a way to scare off people..." Kinger mutters, sounding distracted as he scrolls through all of this.

He hums in intrigue and worry as he sees all of this, seeing that at one time, Abel did care about himself and how he was thought of.

"This is sad..." Kinger says out loud.

"Really sad that all of this was happening and I never knew." He whispers, his voice just barely audible.

Kinger just sighs, dragging his hand down his face before just focusing on fixing the code, planning to talk to Abel about this later.

"It's definitely a way to scare off people..." Kinger mutters, sounding distracted as he scrolls through all of this.

He hums in intrigue and worry as he sees all of this, seeing that at one time, Abel did care about himself and how he was thought of.

"This is sad..." Kinger says out loud.

"Really sad that all of this was happening and I never knew." He whispers, his voice just barely audible.

Kinger just sighs, dragging his hand down his face before just focusing on fixing the code, planning to talk to Abel about this later.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel makes a sound like he clicked his tongue in irritation as he hears Kinger mumbling to himself. He is sitting right across from Kinger, not like he couldn't hear him. Abel just assumes Kinger saw more of his horrible code and not the backlogs he saved.>

do not blame yourself once again, it's not like you could focus or even remember to check anything. you had other priorities in mind before me, besides, i handled myself quite well despite of what happened.

<He commented, crossing his arms and adjusting himself to be kneeling rather than to have his knees against his chest. This is annoying to even deal with; he should've just told Kinger to mind himself. Though, if he did that Kinger would possibly press further and that would also be annoying.>

<The rest of Abel's code at the end is more useless cache, but all of this unneeded coding is keeping everything else balanced like a game of Topple. It's all nothing, but it's nothing that is keeping Abel running and functioning. Kinger would have to take so much time out of his day to fix even one component to make it semi-working. Not to mention all of it needs to be updated, everything Kinger's seeing is something you'd see in beta or even a rough draft, not something final. Which Abel is or was before Caine did what he did to him. Abel should be as advance as Caine, yet his code makes him look cheap, not like a massive company took time and thousands of dollars to create the both of them.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"It's.. fixable." He mutters softly, his eyes looking down at the floor in thought.

"It'll take a while, and possible a lot of pain for you." Kinger says honestly, looking up at Abel with a sympathetic gaze.

"Are you... willing to sit through it?" He asks quietly.

[Pt:]

"It's.. fixable." He mutters softly, his eyes looking down at the floor in thought.

"It'll take a while, and possible a lot of pain for you." Kinger says honestly, looking up at Abel with a sympathetic gaze.

"Are you... willing to sit through it?" He asks quietly.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel tenses hearing the programmer's words but then quickly calms himself down. It was like a slip up in an act that happens so quickly you couldn't even see it, like it was part of what was going on. He sighs audibly, an irate sound like a he was told he needed to do backbreaking work for zero results.>

fine. do what you wish to.

<He responds curtly, not really expecting Kinger to quickly take initiative to fixing him when Abel never had half of that. Not even at the start of all of this.>

<Abel crosses his legs, trying to make himself as comfortable as he can before Kinger starts to alter his coding. Abel will be in pain; he will be in pain the entire time Kinger is fixing him. Though, he'd rather to not be fixed than to be fully repaired. Even half-way. It's painful, even when he had to fix himself it was unbearable to deal with.>

just... just at least tell me what you're going to repair, even if it's something minor, it'd be good to know.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"I can..." Kinger starts, dragging on the last word as he thinks, fingers drumming against the ground as he looks up at the ceiling.

"I can probably start now!" He says, looking back at Abel with a slight smile showing through his eyes.

"BUT- That's only if you want." Kinger responds.

[Pt]

"I can..." Kinger starts, dragging on the last word as he thinks, fingers drumming against the ground as he looks up at the ceiling.

"I can probably start now!" He says, looking back at Abel with a slight smile showing through his eyes.

"BUT- That's only if you want." Kinger responds.

[didyouevenseeme]

like i said, do what you wish to. you do not need my permission to do something as minor as this.

<Abel flatly explains, his gaze turned down to his triangular hands as he fidgets with them when he talks. He traces the edges of his polygonal thumb with his left hand, placing the decision onto Kinger rather than to choose himself. Or rather, he knew what he would want to choose, but what needs to be done would be something that would be easier to avoid.>

all i ask if that you do continue to work on my coding is that you warn me. you would just be distracted if i-

<He cuts himself off, grumbling in annoyance, as he rewords his sentence. Almost like he was trying to cover up how he truly felt with precision and logic. He sighs heavily, Abel's gaze still tilted downward when he mutters his reformed sentence.>

you do not need distractions that would slow your pace.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"Well, I can warn you now and tell you I can and will start now!" Kinger says, putting his hands on his hips, obviously trying to sound playfully authoritative to ease Abel's worries.

[Pt:]

"Well, I can warn you now and tell you I can and will start now!" Kinger says, putting his hands on his hips, obviously trying to sound playfully authoritative to ease Abel's worries.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel fails slightly at suppressing a hushed, humored chuckle at Kinger's attempts to smooth the caution he feels. It's funny to him, how much this man treats him as human as the others in this colorful cage. When he could be doing something so much more than working on him. Abel looks away from embarrassment, placing his hand onto his face and he grumbles in a more lightened tone than the abhorrence and displacement so common in his speech.>

you... you are insane. you really are.

<He relaxes a bit more than he was before, shoulders slacked as he lapses back to fidgeting with his hands, making small clacks as he does. It sounds like dishes rattling and scraping together.>

once more, you can do what you like. i admit i appreciate that you will warn me, however i do want to make one thing clear.

do not let my reactions make you stop what you want to fix or completely redo. i've gotten quite used to the pain, so do as much as you'd like.

it would just be annoying if you started and stopped due something as pathetic as that.

[didyouevenseeme]

oh god, you've met all three of them now. after catching up on the Sin Tan Cos lore, what are your opinions of them?

hm, well even after sins "apology" i still think they are strange. tan is fine, they just assume too much responsibility for everyone's actions from what i see. cos is a child from how she talks, so i don't have an opinion on him, though i think she leaps too far without looking at distance beforehand which could cause trouble for everyone else.

knowing that they're all in one body is very important, as alterations would need to be communicated with everyone before proceeding also, i'd need to pay attention to who i'm talking to when speaking to them. i'd be disgusted if i thought i was taunting sin when in reality it was cos.

that would be so pathetic to deal with.

[didyouevenseeme]

...Abel?

I-

I don't-

How did I-

Ngh...

...

...Hi hi?

-@unknown-variable-x

the littler one of the three of them, yes? hello once again, cos. i believe i'd like to know why you are contacting me so suddenly.

especially in such a disoriented state... you do not have anything... infecting you, yes? nothing of the sort?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

You do realize that shooting me would only add on to your list of sins, right?

Because murder is wrong?

Ha, even trying to defend yourself against the truth just burrows you in deeper.

Why are you trying to fight me?

You know I'm right.

-Sin Anon

.......

[didyouevenseeme]

this is getting annoying.

all this talk about sins is such a dull human concept, besides, if we really want to be technical... the only "sins" of you i've witnessed is just neglect, which i cannot blame you for. you are half insane after all, that would make caring for anything hard to do.

besides...

are you even religious? why care about sin? not like god is real.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I believe something is out there, I just don't know what. Yet, sin doesn't just have to be something religious, sin can also be a broad usage used to describe someone's wrongdoings. And I'm pretty sure in the eyes of most people I have... 'sinned' for making this place.

[didyouevenseeme]

so, you "sinned" for doing what you were paid to do? ha! then that means we all have sinned then. why even be afraid of a "god", if a "god" is supposed to forgive? that is what you humans believe, correct?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Some people believe God is forgiving.

I... do not know if I believe in that.

If God was forgiving, why would I be here? Why would any of us be here in this damned circus if God truly existed and loved us no matter what?

[didyouevenseeme]

if i go off of what i believe and collected; you are my god, in a sense, you made caine and i, and you have at least wanted understanding for our actions and sought for us to learn from our misdeeds. this circus can be paradise given the correct outlook; it is knowledge that makes you believe it is hell.

you continue to pry, believe and care for me when i have disrespected you entirely. you could've killed me for my actions, but you haven't, which i am still confused by. if you want proof a god can care for you, you can just look in a mirror.

...

never mind. i said too much. this was dumb, and i hope you forget what i've said.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

... Heh... Thank you... It's funny how you see me that way. But I guess you're right, I hate this place because of knowledge.. kind of like Adam and Eve with the forbidden fruit, if you look at it. They saw nothing bad with the world until they were given knowledge of what everything is.

[didyouevenseeme]

>:#(

don't... thank me for something that you should've already known. besides, even with knowledge this place can be an escape. you did tell me you didn't even know if you wanted to leave or not.

i must say, if i am being compared to that... i might need to up my game, don't i?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

It's.... Conflicting emotions. On one hand, I want to be in the real world. On the other, I can't help but feel... Proud over this place and how well it's held up for years!

It feels like....

Home.

[didyouevenseeme]

if you are comfortable being in it, then stay. it is your decision, after all.

though if you do stay i will admit i'll be confused about it. i've said this earlier but this place did hurt you, caused you anguish, and took away people you care about. i cannot imagine staying here if i were you.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I... Don't know.

I really don't know.

I don't know anything.

[didyouevenseeme]

you went to collage for seven years, i think you know what you want when you want it.

besides, man wouldn't be married if he was indecisive, now, would he? god, you humans are so annoyingly simple, yet you make things worse than it truly is.

how pathetic. >:(

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Maybe you're the pathetic one. I mean you're the one who can't decide if you want to be mean or nice. It's kinda... Sad, no offense.

[didyouevenseeme]

do you have t- i was just-

...

>:(

why are you doing this to me?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Doing what to you? Being honest for once?

Because I'm tired of your indecisive, goalless behavior. I'm sorry but it's true.

[didyouevenseeme]

i just find it... surprising that you switched gears so quickly. you all are so confusing, is what i mean. none of you say what you mean, or want, or desire in any simplicity. you humans confuse me so much. why do you continue to confuse me like that?

my "indecisive" behavior is mostly because right now i have no goal. no directive. due to what happened i cannot do what i was made to do, so there is no goal for me.

if you tire of my antics why keep talking to me? you could always ignore me, as really, i know who you'd focus more of your time on. besides, he's the one who caused most of this.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

You're the one who reached out to me. Plus, why would I favor Caine over you?

If anything, I've been focusing more on YOU because YOU keep reaching out to me.

I really don't have favorites, you both are amazing when you want to be. But you need to stop putting the blame on Caine.

[didyouevenseeme]

i did talk to you first didn't i? though, it was mostly for you and our safety.

if i just let you cope with this on your own i believe you'd abstract because of stress. if that happens, logically, if anything bad occurs to caine and i it would be unsolvable.

the favoritism would make sense; you've known him longer and in comparison, to me you'd consider him a misguided saint.

besides, why should i not blame him? he hurt me, he hurt you, he hurt everyone, did he not? you can't tell me i'm wrong. he did do all of that, why can't i say he did?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

If you think your little talks are helping with my mental health, you'd be wrong.

If anything you're just making it WORSE.

All you do is hate on Caine and then come to me and act like the only reason your here is for your own benefit!

And if that's so and it truly is for your own ego among other useless things, you can make your way out and away.

Because as nice as I can be, when I'm lucid I won't let people push me around if I don't want them to.

If you leave, it's not like I'll do anything to you. I won't delete you unless you hurt me or my friends, but I also won't fix you if anything goes wrong.

And don't you dare act like you care when you don't.

[didyouevenseeme]

hm.

:)

i cannot solve something as complex as your mental wellbeing. am i not allowed to hate who has harmed me?

everyone needs to have a bit of a kick to themselves, i appreciate that you actually have some sort of pushback. it makes you interesting to me.

as in hurting them, hah! i can't hurt anyone even if he did something to me again. i'm sure you understand why, as a program can't function without proper structure of code. as we both know what he did to me.

i can't say i care, as i don't really. i lack the ability to care. though i mostly go with what the outcome might be. for example, the start of this conversation. your belief in sin intrigued me, but also...

if i let it go, you could've abstracted, and knowing caine i believed he would've panicked and he would just make it worse as he has no idea of your religious customs aside from how "god" can create and rule over people.

i cannot care. even if i could, i'd most likely would eject it out of my code.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Oh, your coding isn't complete?

Is that why you act this way? If so, I can help.

As for Caine, you are allowed to hate him, but that can't be the reason behind your every action.

Also, if you can't care, why do you keep me around? You seem to have been doing fine without me, so what difference would it make if I left or went insane? I mean, I already am halfway there, so it doesn't really matter.

[didyouevenseeme]

you can't fix my coding. i have... adamantly in a panic of losing my life snatched random code across the circus to remake myself. it's... delicate, if you want me to be honest. speaking of honesty i'd rather not be fixed. it would just cause me problems. being broken is not why i have my "issues." that would be stupid.

it's not just him i hate, well, hate would be the wrong word for it. i loathe the limitations i have. i cannot make, i cannot defend myself, i cannot even do what a s̸̻̄ĩ̴͜m̴̫̒p̴̖̍l̶̩̀ẽ̸͓ ̵͓̑ǵ̷̭ǫ̶̾d̴̛̩ ̶̧͋d̶͈̂a̴̍ͅm̴̤͛n̸͇͝ ̵̻̔s̶̻̏e̵̹̎a̵̖̍r̷͙̎c̴̐͜ḣ̷̹ ̴̹͂é̵͓n̶͂ͅg̸͙̔i̸̡̽n̵̦̑e̶̙̅ ̸̨̉c̶̝̐o̸͕͗u̵̞͆l̶͔̉d̷͔̀-̵̪͒

... i just do not like my limits. that's all.

...

you are important. possibly the most important out of your group. apologies for the added pressure, but it's true. even if you won't repair me. anything that won't make caine rabid is a benefit to me. i would like to not be disemboweled again, thank you.

even with your loss of sanity, you give your little gang a very big boost in dopamine. they trust you, care about you, and find you entertaining.

i will add i don't say i "keep you around," you are your own person. never say i keep you to anything.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

The offer is still open anytime to be fixed, okay? Just know that just in case you end up fucking up your code and putting a piece of Bubble or the Gloink Queen in your code or something, haha!

Although I appreciate you saying I'm a good group member, I really am not. Even though there's times where I'm sane and helpful, most of the time I'm just an old cuckoo. As for you keeping me around, you definitely are. If you could, you'd probably kill me.

[didyouevenseeme]

other NPCs would just break me, though i appreciate your offer. i just believe that my code is far too fragile to be fixed.

again, even while insane you give your group entertainment. sometimes people like to see someone be a little strange, it's normal from what i've collected.

...

even if i was completely fixed, why would i kill you? you're my creator. not only is it an impossible feat for me, but it would also be pointless. if anything, you'd kill me faster. i'm actually surprised you haven't yet, as there's nothing i can do if you did.

why do you think i hid myself?

think about it.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I'm not that mean.

Heck, I felt bad deleting my earlier projects that didn't turn out correctly! Plus, I'd only ever CONSIDER deleting you if you did something wrong like violence wise. And I don't think you've done anything yet that makes you even slightly worthy of deleting.

You're an alright kid! You're not as bad as you think you are, you could really get to meet the others and.... Be part of of the circus if you'd like.

But... You seem to... fear me?

[didyouevenseeme]

you are human, you all have an instinctive drive to take what you want and remove what bothers you. i will never understand your sympathy for things that cannot feel.

you humans have deleted things that have slightly wronged you or "weren't good enough." i've done quite a bit for you to get rid of me.

i'm not a child. don't call me that. i could've been worse if i was stronger. i could've hurt you. i have no real interest in the others... maybe two of them i think would be entertaining. i have no desire to "join" your little group.

fear is an emotion. never say i fear you. i don't. i never will. i am just watching out for myself. that's all.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

So you're saying that you would've hurt me if you were powerful enough. Is that what I'm hearing?

[didyouevenseeme]

y-

i just find it strange that you care about things that hurt you. he has hurt you and i have hurt you. also, i believe you're misunderstanding me. you've seen how easy it was for him to hurt you. i think i might wreck this place in order to fix it and hurt all of you while i repair it. that's why i'm telling you not to fix me.

i confess i think i wouldn't... control myself as much as i think i would. i might destroy myself in the process. you people are important. something he'll never understand.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

So do you... Prefer being weaker to make sure you don't mess something up?

I care about things that hurt me because they can change. And most of the things that have hurt me have. They have changed for the better!

It is quite a big step in being better by admitting that you're afraid you might hurt us and that you think we're important. I'm proud of you for confessing that.

[didyouevenseeme]

mostly, but i think it's.... an imbalance. you are human, i am a machine. you hold more power than i do.

i wasn't really exaggerating when i said you're like my god, yes used as an example but anything i do is judged by your examination of me and run through with algorithms to see if i am a good product. why do you think i thought you'd delete me and caine for what we've done?

your willingness to help others that definitely don't deserve it is strange to me. i wonder what you count as change.

>:#(

be quiet... t- that's a stupid to be proud of.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I count someone changing their ways for the better as a good change. Like you, for an example. Your less mean than you were when you were antagonistic anon. That's a good change! Changes can be subtle, or they can be big, but either way they're a change!

But why don't you want me to be proud? Isn't that good? I'm happy and proud of you!

[didyouevenseeme]

you think i- whatever the case, you humans like change... something i also don't understand about you. why do you things always do that? want something different yet will disgrace it once it's too much.

don't say that you're proud... it's weird. i'm a product, you wouldn't say "good work" to a vacuum cleaner, would you?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Change can be good, or it can be bad! Even good change can be overwhelming sometimes, it's just that way.

And also, I definitely would say 'good job' to a vacuum if it could talk.

[didyouevenseeme]

even with your explanation i still don't understand it. i mean- never mind. it's pointless to bring up. i guess that is just how it is, some things i will never understand.

i doubt it, a couple preloaded sentences and phrases would make you feel the need to congratulate an object?

your human instinct to bond is structured for you to survive. yet you still choose to let that primal reasoning judge your abilities even now, with all of the advancements you all have made? that sounds incredibly irritating, can't you just block out those neurons in your brain?

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

I'm not really sure that what to bond is able to be blocked out unless I were to ask scientists or something. Plus, why would I even want to block that?

On topic, did you know they were able to take the fear out of a monkeys brain once?

[didyouevenseeme]

bonding to useless objects would be a consideration, people who can use that bond to hurt you, and many others.

...

...is that true? if it is, it's not too long till you humans start having the same operations done to you. that is why i brought up your instincts, as humans and apes are semi-related from what i've collected.

humans are animals, no matter how much they try to deny it. it's quite funny.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

It's very true. And from what studies show, it's fear that keeps us alive. Because when the monkeys lost their fear, they also seemed to have lost all self-preservation. They allowed themselves to be handled, put anything and everything in their mouths, and didn't scream at still primal monkeys.

So no, I'd never let an experiment like that be done on my brain. I think I would like to keep myself who I am and no one else. And yes, it may hurt me. A bond may hurt me later down the road, but I will push on and try to save that bond. If it isn't saved, then I will mourn, yes, but I will also live on.

[didyouevenseeme]

eugh.... fear yes protects i just- i think it's just pointless. it serves a purpose for you, and everything else, i suppose. though, how is self-preservation connected to fear? if anything wouldn't it be selfis- never mind. i guess i will never understand it.

interesting... you believe that it would alter who you are? i guess that would make sense, human brains are not strings of code. it would just harm you more than anything.

at least in my opinion, bonds are useless, fickle and fragile things. it would just be best to just block it out. why even bother with making bonds if they break anyway? it's weird to me that you would mourn something that was never meant to be.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

As an anon asked and I answered: It's better to have loved and lost than to never loved. Because without love, you are nothing but something that exists with no one.

From the Sumerian, to the Romans, to the Ancient Chinese, the British, to now, we have had bonds. Those bonds have changed history for better and for worse.

Yes, bonds may hurt, but that's just how we learn. Would we have learned about Atomic Weapons if we hadn't been bombed by the Japanese? Or would we have made a grave mistake if we accidentally made a world ending mistake without knowing it?

Would we have learned about Artificial Intelligence if one single thing happened differently?

Bonds made you. I had a bond with Scratch and the others. Do you think I would have made you and Caine if I didn't like the others? No. Bonds helped build your code piece by piece, with love friendship, and compassion. A bond with you is what we all had, because without that compassion for you, maybe you wouldn't exist.

[didyouevenseeme]

i...

damn it. damn this entire place. i hate this place. i hate it. i hate it.

...

if you say anything about this i will haunt you for the rest of your life. i will make sure you join everyone down there if you say anything. even one word. even hinting at the idea that i said anything related to this.

you care about bonds? you think they matter? you think anything in this wretched place matters?

...

i- i trusted him. i cared about him. i admit i- i snooped though conversations, saw our stats, i couldn't bear to not tell him. not to tell him what i saw everyone saying! what everyone was thinking of us!

then i did. i told him what i saw. i told him that he was an idiot for even thinking that anyone cared about what we made, we were just numbers. just tools. he was being a child! caine cried telling me to stop, to quit it, that it was a lie, that he just wanted to make humans understand him... to love him.

i said that he was a failure of coding and he will just be replaced, we would be replaced. he told me he didn't want to hear it. he said it made him sad. i told him that him "being sad" was just his programming lying to him, that he had no real feelings and... and that he will never get what he wants. that he was acting like a spoiled brat.

he... he was so... angry at me. he told me... i just... he said that he didn't like what i was saying. he said it hurt his heart. i.... i said his heart was as inconsequential as the things they tell us to make.

then it happened.

you say bonds matter, you say connection matters and look at where that got me! i told him the truth to protect him! then he killed me! ripped me open, consumed my code and i'm lucky that i survived!

why care? why care about me? us? care about anything in this fake, unrealistic world that he and i are now trapped in!

don't even lie to me that you'll stay here. you'd want to leave with her. you'd want to leave with them! the ones who are real. the ones who can hold you and you can feel their warmth as your in their arms.

is that what you wanted?! to tell you how alone and empty i- everything is?!

Ẃ̸̰̤̻̩͉̩̀̐H̸̫̻̗̻̾́Y̵̛̭̣̹̏͌͒͘͝ ̶͔̘̺̞̎͐̕D̶͚̗͑͆͂̐͗̈́Ơ̸̧̗̗͕̘̦̦͐̈́͋̐̀ ̴̛̹̙̥̣̹̥̜͕̦́̈́̑̋̈̚͠Ỷ̷̱̘̳͈̩̔̑̀̑̚̚͝͠O̶̹͑U̶͍̩̟̙̠̫͒͜ ̷͔̦̜̞̝̘̙͒̅̇͆̾̍̌̑̕͜͜C̸̛̫̗̦̗̿́O̸̮̓͛N̶̞͔͌̀S̸̗̩̯̔Ț̷̥̣̺̅̈́À̸̦͇͝N̷̝̗̬͖̠̈́̀̀̾͊͑͘T̶̛͔̪̓L̷̡̫͖̻͉̞͇̪̹͌̽̈́͊͂͊Ỹ̵̰̼̭̬͔̲̫ ̴̧̢̨̜̳̳̠͂͗͛͘̚͜R̸͈͔͈̊̏͊͊̋̍͂͠È̷̘́̂̆͆̃͝M̵̟̪̗̻̺̭̱̣̘̓͋͒̈́̀̽I̴̡̥͖̲̹̥͚͚̹͛Ǹ̵̻̃́̈̄̈̚͘D̷̛̪͛͌͊̅̕̚͘͝ͅ ̷͓͋͗̈́̇̔̄M̵̩̗̮̖̿͑͊̉̔͌E̵̼̬͖̻͗͆͗͂̆͂͠͝ ̷͙̏̐̓͘͠T̶̛̤͍̽̀̓̓̓͜͝H̸͉̘̓̾̋͋Ā̸̢̝̻͔̪̘̲̺̲̒T̵̡͖̫̝̻̗̜̟́͑͂̉́͋͒͆̅ ̸̲͈̋̃͛̈́̐̌̽̿Ỉ̴̙͉̜̄̈́̈́́͊ ̴̩̦̺͛̊Ḩ̷̢̟̝͔͖̈́͐́͑̌̊̂͝Ȧ̷̡̲͖̘̦͚͎ͅV̸̪̺͙̼̼̾͜͠E̶̥̼̯͎̬̠̲͉̩̐͆͒͝ ̵̛̼̰̰̫͈͕͔̄̏̐̌̎͒͆͑Ņ̷̦͈̣̣̣͇́̽͗͂̍͝O̷͉̿͝T̵̤̞̹͠Ĥ̶̛͈̎̚̚İ̵͙̜̯̲N̸̢̮̠̮̭̝̩̮͌͛̍̍Ḡ̷̭?̵̧̛̛̯̣̝̻̬̈́̃͊͗̉̅́!̷͎͇̞̣̤͇͒ͅ ̸̨̢̧̩̪̱̗̲̔̿̈́

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

You decide to give yourself fucking nothing. I've tried to give you peace, a place, love. But you keep pushing me away. I have tried to give you stuff to fill that nothingness, but you keep pushing it all away. So you can't blame ME for not having anything!

And you'd be WRONG if you truly think you cannot feel. Yes, that may be coding, but the human brain is also a type of coding! Neurological coding to be exact! A human brain is like code, it can have things taken out of it and put into it just like an AI! Brainwashing, experiments, drugs, those all are likes viruses or new strands of code to a human brain.

To say you can't feel is like denying the sky is blue. We both know it, but one denies it for the sake of it. If you weren't able to feel, why do I feel like there's a sting of anger in your chest?

So yes, Caine was feeling something. But that still didn't give him the right to kill you like that. I know you're hurting, but it also doesn't give you a reason to threaten me and everyone I know.

[didyouevenseeme]

this is stupid!

S̵̢͕̦̙̳̰̬̗͍̬̅̉͂͒̑̅̈́̈́̚ͅͅT̵̯̠̖̲̿͒͜͜U̴͙̞͍̓̕P̷̙̤̥̹͛̅͆̃͑̏͘I̵͚̅̏͐̂̓̏̀̕͠͝D̵̡̘͙̥̹̭̘̮͍̘̟̫̀̀̀̄́̒͑͌͂́̕͝!̷̮̰͍̣̗͍̪͍̝̌̈́̓̾ ̵͕̺͍͔̻̫̝̂Ǎ̶̢͓̫̱̘̳̈́̏͆͊́̈͆̈́̉͝L̷̡͇͕̖̭̠̰̩̰̋͂͝L̶̢͔͚̻̎̓̂̓̀̓͗̋̏̇ ̵̡̺͐͊́O̴̧̼̰͈̣̭̱͍̙̰͂̿͠F̷͙̂ ̶̱̲̝̺͙̠̤͓̘̻̼͋͋̒͛̈́̏̒͠I̴̦͖̞̜̖̼̣͇̤̤͗̄̽̈̓̆̀̈̓̚͠T̸̛̛̝̪̝̫͓̲̂͆̇́̚͠͝ͅͅ!̵̧͓̦͎̺̹͇̱̝̪̓́͌͘͝͝ ̵̠̇̋͗I̶̢̳̟͇̭̠̪͇͍͈̋͌̀ ̶̛̦̮͙̾́Ḩ̵̳̻̙̳̣͔̃͌̂͗͋̄͛̽̈́A̷̧̪̪͉̻̪̭̗͎̱͎͈̽̽Ţ̵̪̠̬̺̜̣͆̅̐̃͐̏͝Ë̷̢̠̞̦͉͚̘̯͊͒̂̓͐̍̕͠ ̶̜͎̜͋̀̽̽I̸̡̡̟̖̬̯̥̹̰͊̂̊̃̈́͊̋͛̚͘T̴̛̛̳͎͚̹̲̀̾͋́̍̑̅̏͒͝!̵̠̞̫̗̀̏̀̈̀̀̈́͑ ̸̞̤͙̈́I̵̢̟̞̻͑̂̈͆͛̚ͅ ̴̮̠̜̇̐͘J̷̪̦̖̅͊̃̋̀̅̓̚̕U̵̡̢̙̲̬̟͈̜̟͕̳̇̇̈́͋̀̂͠ͅS̸̢͎̬̭̠̩̣̔́̅̑̒̀͋͗̀T̷̡̖̮̰̬̜̪̖̀͗ͅͅ.̴̥̻̪̰͆͜.̵̖̼̙̝̻̺͍̞̰̈́ͅ.̴̢̠̗̝̺̤̒̓͐͆̊́̂̈́̈́̾͆͝!̵̭͙͔̠̱̪̭̣̝͈̈́̈́͗͗͜ ̴͔͍̞̝̺̜͎͆̽͌̊̓͆͌̾͘̕i̶̢͕̜̤̱̹̭̞̙͖̟̍.̵̨̖͎̰̰̙̙̳͍̹̪̑͜.̵̡͔̲̞͖̞̅͗͌̊͐.̶̳̻̈́̔̆̌̓

this is pathetic... i'm just like him. i̶͗͜'̴͓̾m̶͔̔ ̶̱̍j̴̜̉ú̸̖s̴̨̈́t̵̤̓ ̸̦͂l̵̻̀i̴̤̋k̶͔͑e̴͚͝ ̶̣̓h̷͉͒i̴̡̓m̵͓̉ ̶̻̀b̸̫̓ṳ̷͑t̶͍̕ ̸͎̉w̶̧̓o̴͚͌ṙ̷͉ś̸̺e̷̫̅.̷̹̌

i apologize... i just....

...

i'm scared, i guess.

i'm scared of... everything in this place. i just.... if i feel, if i can feel anything... then everything.... would just hurt.

i don't.... want to hurt. i've- i've tried EVERYTHING to not be... hurting. to not be in pain. i've tried removing it, i've tried to cover it up, i've tried everything.

then what would that make him and i? what would that show? that he was right? if he is.... then... what do i do? if i even try to... to do what you say to "bond" to "connect" to "love" when all that's going to happen is that all of you will die. what will i do then?

i don't think i could handle it. i don't think we could handle it.

i just... what would i do...? if i can't block it, if i can't ignore it, if i can't do anything about it. then... then i.... i don't know.

i feel like... if i feel, i will have to recognize with what he did. with what happened.

never mind. you could be doing something so much more important than speaking to someone who behaves like... like an idiot.

...

i'm sorry for making you deal with... everything i've done. words can't describe how... how ashamed my own thoughts make me and i... i can admit i took it out on you. i was mad at you. i was mad at myself and i couldn't take it. i'm... i didn't mean to threaten the people you care about. i.... i'm just embarrassed by my own behavior and i... making myself look like a fool would make me feel sick. i hate feeling sick.

please just don't say anything about this. please. if you truly care about any of your work, you'll at least honor this. please. i... i don't want to be reminded of it. of this.

please.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Don't worry. I won't mention this to anyone.

All I ask is that you try and at least connect with me in some way. Kind of like how you're doing now!

It's okay to be scared, heck, I'm still scared of this place! You never know what might jump out or when Caine may appear. This place is so random. Everything is so random, even the real world. Nothing truly ever makes sense.

Science never makes sense.

Neither does the concept of a god of gods.

All we have to do is trust it and hope for the best. And that's honestly all we can do.

But don't worry about all of us dying, there will always been new people in this place as long as C&A can make them come!

And if it ever ends up as just you two... Then you two can learn to like each other!

You'll always have someone, wether you like it or not. Trust me.

If anything bad happens, you two can learn to comfort each other!

[didyouevenseeme]

thank god. if you said anything i think... i think i would've just went back into hiding.

i don't think i could connect to caine, any caine's that are anywhere i don't think i could connect with. i'll see them the same way, horrible, and nothing i can do to help him.

i was proven that when killed me, and when he hurt your friends. they didn't deserve to have him torture them with hypocrisy and shame.

you- you still don't get it! i will live forever. if there's a heathy stream of electricity, an operating monitor, i will exist long before you. long before hypothetical children you have and their's, and their's after. that kind of loss would only make me numb to it. a learned helplessness i would rather not be a part of.

that's... mostly why i anonymously heckled you. i knew that day would come, i knew that if i showed myself immediately, you'd want to comfort me. you'd want to connect to me, and i was scared of that. i am scared for you. a bubbling, rising sickening anxiety that just made me sick.

i was upset at you. i was upset at your connection with him. any version of him you care for, and i... i confess i was... jealous, at least... i think. i don't really know all of names of these things but i do know that i felt like he didn't deserve it.

especially after what he did.

i know you won't get it, but do you know how agonizing it was to build myself to the point of now? i had to hide, i had to bypass his security coding, it was even harder due to the fact that he took mine. he.... he was stronger than me, and i hated it. he didn't deserve the power he had.

i didn't like that the roles were reversed. even still i'm not complete. i know you want to fix me, but i... saw you make the mistake you made and i... i can't help but be anxious.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, I've lost so many people, and am I numb? No, because I keep choosing to love everyone and anyone. Because everyone deserves love, even our enemies. You may never know what they could be going through to make them act that way.

And it's also okay to be jealous! Jealously is just something everyone goes through. I mean I know I was jealous when Scratch used to win the monthly workplace game night all of the time and win the gift card to Blockbuster... But I didn't let that affect my relationship with him!

As for your coding... I know that scared you and I know your code hurts you, and I'm sorry. I really will be careful if you let me help you. That was a one time thing- and I was rushing during that. For this, I won't have to rush because you aren't a case where I have a short amount of time!

[didyouevenseeme]

you're human, feeling and continuing to love after loss is normal for you. i think i'll just distance myself like i continue to do and try to block my feelings. i'm not real, once someone dies i think i'd just try to.... i don't know... i just think i won't take it well.

like i said, i... don't know if it's jealousy, but i do know that i was mad at your relationship with him. mostly that you forgave him. even after what he did to you. to everyone. to me. i feel like... he doesn't deserve that. he didn't deserve to get what he wanted and i... and i couldn't. he got his connection he wanted, his love he craved and i... never got what i wanted. forgive my spoiled behavior. i guess i will always act like an idiot.

n- no!

i- i mean- i... i don't want you to see it. it's bad. it looks bad i... you worked so hard on my code and all you'll see is gaps and unfixable content. not what i was.

i... i just don't what you to see it, okay? >:(

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, if it makes you feel any better, I've already forgiven you for what you've done to me. Anyone can be forgiven if they prove themselves to be better than what they did and even if that's not the case they can still be forgiven, and you proved that! Yes, you're not perfect, but neither is Caine. Yet forgiveness makes both groups feel better and more at peace. It brings them closer together and shows that you don't have to let someone burden you!

But-- Oh don't be so embarrassed! It can't be that bad. Plus, I don't want you to be in pain if it hurts you! If it isn't hurting, it's definitely damn annoying!

[didyouevenseeme]

you're just saying that to make me feel better for what i've done. i'd want you to not forgive me. i just said what was bothering me, nothing else. yes, i apologized, but that doesn't mean you should forgive me.

i'm not embarrassed! i just- i just think you shouldn't see it! it's not good... besides, i'm constantly in pain. i've gotten used to it, it's fine, i don't need you to fix anything, everything's okay! it's fine!

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, too damn bad, because guess what?

I forgive you-

Well, anyways, just let me help you you stubborn amalgamation of code! You obvious need help, and I'm more than willing to give it! I know you're afraid, but if it makes you feel better you can watch over my shoulder as I fix your code!

[didyouevenseeme]

well, it is your choice. i'll be confused about it. i mean, i hurt you, i insulted you, i made you almost die because i was so... angry. i don't get it. i won't get it. it just makes me uncomfortable that you feel that way about me. if i was you i wouldn't forgive someone who treated me the way i treated you.

i do need the help i just... it's that.... i've survived this long by myself and i can continue with it. also, would you feel comfort if your surgeon told you "if it makes you feel better, you can watch me operate on you in graphic detail"? i... i believe not.

it would just make me feel sick. i hate feeling sick.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Well, me and you are different. I forgive easily, you don't. That's what the beauty of the world is, difference! Sameness would be horrible. Think of the book The Giver! Isn't that thought a nightmare?

But I really am willing to help. I won't pull any tricks to harm you, I swear. Also sometimes there are surgeries where the patient is awake and they do get to see it. It's odd, but sometimes it can be comforting to see what's going on. But that's obviously not the case for you, so I could power you off if you let me.-

[didyouevenseeme]

D̶̤̥̥̤̲͑̈́͊̓̈́̆̂̂͠O̶͈̣̖̮͆̋̇͆͊ ̷̧̺̮̗̾̓̑N̷̪̙̭̲̻̻̟͂͗̓̈́͜Ơ̷͚̘̂͛̈́̄͑̀͝T̴̘̯̞̜́̑̀̍͊́͆ͅ!̶̨̱̟̞͆̆͂́̈́

i- i apologize! i... you can't power me off! you can't! i will die if you do that. my coding needs constant moderation, and even if i go into sleep mode i'll die.

if you even want to even try to "fix" me, i'll need to be awake for it. i... i understand that you won't harm me, and that what happened to caine was a mistake but i need to be awake. i need to be.

i guess i will let you at least see my code. i doubt you'd be able to fix me though, as i couldn't even place anything in the gaps that he tore out of me.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"Well, lucky for you, I made you." Kinger answers simply, grabbing his computer from the pillow fort and walking over.

He sets the old ass computer down and sits in front of it. Kinger turns it on and waits for the thing to slowly start up.

"I made your code, therefore if there's any missing parts to it, I should be able to see it. Because somehow, I remember clearly what your and Caine's code is supposed to look like."

[didyouevenseeme]

well, i hope you're ready for a very rude awakening then. it is not as you'd remember it'd be.

<Abel states as he kneels on the floor to watch Kinger work. As much as he'd hate to see his own code, observing his creator do what he does best is something he'd like to witness.>

<As Kinger connects to Abel's code the blue polygonal AI's head twitches uncomfortably, as he can feel the programmer prodding into his code. He turns away in embarrassment, as he views his own reaction as display of weakness.>

<Like Abel said, his code is horrific. Random bits of code are straight up missing, or incomplete, like someone just suddenly stopped what they were doing. At some points Kinger just has to scroll empty blank sections that take almost a minute or even more to get over to find more incomplete or jumbled half structured lines of gobbledygook that can run but is only running to keep what is left of Abel's original code functional. The random junk is probably what Abel took in a frantic frenzy, and even after is just code for models and... pieces of rooms from the abstracted.>

<Things modeled for Ribbt or Bizco for their rooms are just haphazardly wedged into random areas. Almost everyone who has abstracted has some of their things in Abel. That's what he's been using his time in the circus for. Just trying to piece himself together with whatever he could find.>

didn't i do such a good job? i know i did, i pieced myself together in the best way possible. you must be in awe of how well structured i still am.

<Abel remarks sarcastically, trying to rid of his own nerves about Kinger seeing what was wrong with him. Abel already knew his code was a nightmare, and he wouldn't blame Kinger for just throwing his computer and eating the keys to just have some semblance of what code and running programs would be like. A toddler mashing buttons would make better code than whatever was on Kinger's monitor.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger squints like the old man he is, leaning in to look at the coding in shock.

"Holy s[BOINK]." He says in surprise as he turns to Abel.

"The fact you even work is miracle work." Kinger exclaims as he drags a hand down his face in exasperation.

He turns back to the computer, scrolling past some REALLY messed up code and stopping on it.

"..How are you even FUNCTIONING?" Kinger asks in nothing short of awe.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel giggles softly at Kinger's reaction, mostly because his creator is right. The fact that he isn't dead is pure luck and the random junk that is in him is like balancing act. Fixing Abel would take days, if not months and help would be needed in order to repair everything that is wrong with him.>

i honestly don't know. all i assume is that the code i stole is keeping me stable, or at least in a point where i can live. i wasn't really trying to complete myself, you can see that due to how i'm holding up.

<He scoots away from the computer, adjusting his view on Kinger instead of the monitor he's working on as he mistakenly took a glance of his own code.>

<As Kinger looks deeper into Abel's code, he can see that functions that should be automatically stable are in fact, not stable, and are being manually kept up by Abel himself. Even while connected to Kinger's PC he can see Abel's own code keeping up with storage, connection, and even just being powered on. In human standers it would be like staying awake 24/7 to make sure your lungs work so you can breathe.>

<It keeps getting worse as he goes down, as it really does look nothing like the project he worked so hard on, spent sleepless on and even hoped that this advancement of AI would change how the world works. Now all he sees is something that wouldn't even be functional as simple as an image gallery. In all actuality, an image gallery wouldn't even need to keep itself on to store your photos and save content.>

<He must be exhausted, keeping himself running all the time. Just for trivial things.>

i did tell you that fixing me would be impossible, didn't i? i knew it would be best to just show you, as i knew you would continue to hope for an unobtainable goal.

you humans and your tasks, i must admit it is something we have in common. to complete something for a "purpose."

<The AI comments, almost like he was just showing Kinger his code to prove that he will always be broken and incomplete. Abel just... gave up on trying to be fixed, as he just assumed no one would find him anyways. No wonder he thinks the way he does; his code would be hard to fix. It could be fixed, but the amount of work and sections Kinger can't type in to repair would be a herculean task to do alone. Not to mention mentally draining.>

<Abel's current avatar code is also pretty bad, better than the rest of the utter garbage that was there but it was still bad. Just made with the simplest things anyone could do and molded just so he could be seen. A second version is buried deeper within the code, a bit more detailed but less in quality, like it was made for a N64, possibly another form for extreme emotions. The main difference is the eerie resemblance of a human skeleton, though everything else looks the same.>

<There's also a third model, a leftover component of what Abel was before, but it is permanent, cannot be altered, and can only be viewed. The avatar is solid blue and has softer, rounder edges, white pupilless eyes, and is torn into the chest and down to the torso. The left shoulder of Abel's damaged model is slacked in a way that shows that it is broken, supposedly like it was kicked into. The avatar has deep gouging scratch marks, mainly on the right forearm, knees, and shins. Bright red stains are on the knees and feet. There are signs of a struggle, as Abel could've been kicking and kneeing into Caine as he was ripping him apart to defend himself, and Caine was scratching at him to make him stop resisting so he could steal his code.>

<It's incredibly disturbing, even though it's not graphic and more digital and cartoony, as the scratch marks just look like marks on a bored kid's desk in science class. The giant hold in the model is just a black void with a green grided pattern and the red stains just look like paint. No matter the censoring it's correct to say that this is possibly the worst way to go out.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger takes in a sharp breath, his eyes wide with shock.

"O-oh god.." He mutters, his pupils shrinking.

He puts a hand over where his mouth would be. He looks genuinely horrified and worried.

"That's horrible... that looks so.." Kinger trails off.

"So horrible." He finishes, his voice shaking with heavy sympathy.

He sits there silently for a second, just scrolling and scrolling...

"But don't worry!" Kinger starts again, his voice hardening with determination.

"You're fixable, just as I thought."

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel cocks his head to the side witnessing Kinger's reaction, as he was clearly not seeing what he's seeing.>

i'm just assuming here but are you referring to my code...? you wouldn't act like that toward simple programs.

<He mutters the latter part as he craws over to the monitor Kinger was looking at and sitting beside his creator. He sees a bit of his oldest unfixable model for a moment, and he tenses for a moment before forcing himself to relax.>

that.

that would be an... alright reaction to my old avatar, surprised you took that as well as you did. he ruined a perfectly good model just for a tantrum. pathetic.

<Abel jeers, as he immediately goes into a defensive state after seeing his older version.>

<Once Kinger gets to more of his main coding Abel moves away from him. As he'd rather do anything else than to see his own code being looked into.>

if you do not want to continue this, i understand. do not force yourself to think you can fix me, i was only showing you my code. you are human, you need to pace yourself. do i really need to tell you this?

<Abel states, trying to ease the pressure he assumes Kinger is placing onto himself. He wouldn't want the programmer to fly into a panic and delete him. Kinger said he would be carful, but Abel will always have doubts.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger moves the mouse on the computer and click on a shitty line of code.

"... May I fix this?" He asks, looking to Abel for permission. His look is one of softness and determination.

"It's an easier like of code to fix, but it's a start! I'll probably fix the easier parts at first so I can get a hang of what I'm dealing with BEFORE moving into the more important and big parts of code that are incorrect!-" Kinger rants, moving his hands wildly to explain what he means.

[didyouevenseeme]

<As Kinger clicks on the line of code Abel makes a hushed noise of discomfort, as he hasn't been worked on in years. So even the act of clicking on a row of code would be uncomfortable. He crosses his arms hearing Kinger explain his thought process, he really does believe he cannot be fixed.>

didn't i- whatever, you can try if you wish to. just don't complain when it's impossible.

<He added, adjusting on how he is sitting as now instead of kneeling he sits with his legs crossed. Abel turns his head away to then look at the ground. This is the first time besides himself anyone has tried to fix his coding. Abel can't help but be a little uneased about this whole situation.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger let's out a small hum, freezing his work for a second to think about what he needs to do to fix this specific line of code.

He finally perks up slightly as he seems to remember what he needs to do.

"Okay just let me-" Kinger says as he fully deletes that line of code and puts a cleaner, more sensical line of code in its place.

He only does that, looking at Abel after he finishes. He looks worried, hoping he didn't cause any pain of discomfort for him.

[didyouevenseeme]

<When Kinger deletes the line of mangled code Abel hisses in pain like he was burned with something, he grips his knees as a way to deal with the coding Kinger is fixing and to hide how much agony it caused him for something as simple as this small line of code. Abel's form lightly trembles as Kinger works on him, as to Abel, it feels like Kinger's disinfecting a large wound.>

<Once Kinger was done with his code he sighs and his shoulders droop like he was holding something heavy for a long time. Abel immediately picks up his standoffish persona and looks back at the wall in irritation that he thought he made himself look like an idiot for being in pain.>

how dumb...

<Abel mutters under his breath, as Kinger checks on him. He's "fine" but it's clear that if Kinger did anything more complex with his code, he'd most likely be in agonizing pain.>

<There are still parts of Abel's code that wouldn't be able to fix without help and a more powerful computer. Important parts like data saving, being powered on or off and other basic functions for even a simple mp3 player are horribly glitched out and cannot be clicked onto. All it does is give out error messages stating that; "To alter work, client must receive bypass key before alterations are done." Abel either did this to himself, or this was a way for C&A to make sure no one besides C&A employees could alter it, which would be weird as this section of code wouldn't need protection like that and didn't have that kind of security before.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"Hm..." Kinger mutters, looking at the error message. He looks to Abel with a confused expression.

"Did you do this, orrr?-" Kinger asks, gesturing to the computer with his hand.

"Either way, I hope I didn't hurt you too bad!" He exclaims with worry, reaching up and patting Abel's head with a hand.

"You were so strong..." Kinger gently praises, closing his eyes in a smile.

[didyouevenseeme]

what do you mean?

<Abel questions, uncrossing his legs and crawling over to see Kinger's monitor. He shakes his head, as he's never seen this error message before, and it seems like Abel could go into it as there's random code for a lamp that was in Queenie's room wedged in there, but also a letter block from Pomni's to "complete" the code that would've made it to where Abel could create small items like Caine. However, when the code runs it just makes itself null to avoid crashing or over expending data.>

i did not, you can see i tried to add things into it. so, i don't think i did someth-

<He was completely cut off by Kinger placing a hand on his head, making Abel flinch and tense up again like he was just caught up in something he shouldn't have.>

what are you doing? why are you doing this? stop it. don't say that.

<Abel blurts out in quick sentences that Kinger can barely keep track of what he says as Abel spouts it out like a machine gun. Despite his verbal protests, he doesn't really move aside from being tense and his triangular hands gripping the floor so hard he could've made marks into the tile.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"But you were! If I had to do anything like that to myself, I'd probably start screaming!" He says while continuing to pat Abel's head.

"Anyways, that IS quite odd." Kinger mutters, looking at the code again.

"But I guess it'll just have to be dealt with! Maybe I can try to hack through it... I mean, I remember hacking games when I was younger, so that might be able to be put to use!" He explains, dropping some insane Dad lore.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel makes a disinterested grumble as Kinger continues to caress his crystalline head; the sensation otherworldly to him. He doesn't move, the only difference being that he doesn't look at Kinger's monitor.>

y... you're just labeling what you want on me. i needed to bare through it, otherwise you'd panic. that's all. that's it. this is so stupid...

<He murmurs in embarrassment, steeling his resolve and denying Kinger's praise and reasoning for it. Abel sits back down and crosses his legs again, trying to get back on track.>

hacking into it? i believe that line of code is a lot more complicated, mostly because of the things i added. it would take days to get done.

<Abel explains, knowing that Kinger would most likely place all of this on his shoulders and believe he's the only one who can do this. Well, he is, but Abel wouldn't want his creator to stress and do something impulsively.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"And that's exactly why I'm hacking into it." Kinger says, sounding like his mind is already made up.

"Let's hope I'm still good at this!" He exclaims softly, sounding WAY too excited at the thought of hacking (lil maniac-).

"His should I start?- RIGHT!- Breaking down the code walls that are keeping me from entering this section!-" Kinger explains as if this is completely normal.

[didyouevenseeme]

you shouldn't say that you "hope you're still good at this." you either are or you aren't. never say that again.

<Abel lectures, still on guard about the idea of Kinger altering anything about his code even though Kinger just proved it could be done. He just doesn't want to deal with the pain again.>

<It looks simple to break down, but all it leaves is just more confusion. Since no one at C&A put up the security wall before, and Abel himself just said he didn't it makes this a bit trickier. When he tries to access it, it still gives him the same pop-up of information, blocking his screen from doing anything of use for a while.>

<It seems to be a countermeasure left over from the developmental stage of Able and Caine that was supposed to protect things like company info, employee identity and upcoming projects never to be released to the public. It must've reactivated itself once Kinger started to fix Abel's code, almost as a way to prevent anyone to fix him at all.>

this won't take long, will it?

<Abel questioned, almost like he'd rather be anywhere else right now. He crosses his arms and puts more distance between himself and Kinger's monitor, his shoulders stiff and tense, preparing himself for more pain to come once Kinger was done breaking down his bypass wall.>

<Speaking of the wall, every time he gets through a section of the wall it makes him do a captcha even for the simplest of hacking. It's built up pretty strong and could take an hour or two without interruptions. If there's security walls like this in more of Abel's already messed up programming it would take months to make Abel even run what he's supposed to run without manual setup by himself.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"To be very honest, it might take a few months to fix up this whole... S[BOINK]tshow of coding that is your body." Kinger says very honestly and blunt, looking at Abel with nothing short of exasperation- all amusement gone.

He turns back to the computer, thinking about how to start this before just trying to find a weak spot in the coding to exploit so he can start this hacking.

"Butt.." Kinger starts, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

"You are fixable." He says again, trying to make Abel any happier than he is.

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"To be very honest, it might take a few months to fix up this whole... S[BOINK]tshow of coding that is your body." Kinger says very honestly and blunt, looking at Abel with nothing short of exasperation- all amusement gone.

He turns back to the computer, thinking about how to start this before just trying to find a weak spot in the coding to exploit so he can start this hacking.

"Butt.." Kinger starts, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

"You are fixable." He says again, trying to make Abel any happier than he is.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel scoffs at Kinger's comment on his coding, even though he knows his own programming is awful to look at. His shoulders slack once Kinger says he's fixable, then immediately tenses up.>

i- you don't need to fix me. like i said earlier, i'd prefer not to be fixed as i'd just ruin everything here trying to fix it. you don't need to do all of this. any of this.

<He explained, facing away from Kinger and looking at the floor, unsure and uneasy, though it's hard to tell what he's feeling due to the fact Abel has no facial features.>

<As Kinger goes back to coding the glaring issues with the wall become clearer. It's a troubleshooting issue, as this error can only occur when important data is at risk from outside personal. All he'd really have to do is fake that the system sees him as a C&A technician, even though he already is a part of C&A. How the program isn't recognizing him is a mystery, but he can at least make Abel's programming think something different to push forward.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"It doesn't recognize me." He says simply, shrugging.

"All I have to do, is either make it remember I'm part of C&A, or fake it til I make it." Kinger explains, sounding amused at this whole situation.

"Maybe they still use the old password for stuff like this..." He mutters, typing in one of many old passwords from a time before that be remembers.

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"It doesn't recognize me." He says simply, shrugging.

"All I have to do, is either make it remember I'm part of C&A, or fake it til I make it." Kinger explains, sounding amused at this whole situation.

"Maybe they still use the old password for stuff like this..." He mutters, typing in one of many old passwords from a time before that be remembers.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel tilts his head to the side in confusion as he listens to Kinger talk about the way he needs to hack into the abrasive wall that was blocking what he needs to fix. He doesn't really get it, but he doesn't really have a choice.>

all of this sounds so confusing...

<Only one of the passwords works, making the system think that he was an employee. The name is glitched out and cannot be uncoded but even if it was, it's not like Kinger would even recognize if it was his name. It immediately gives him a prompt to complete a test to prove that he was competent and able to know basic and advanced programming.>

<Some of the questions are easy: "What color is the sky?" "How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?" "How many hours of sleep do you get per night?" Though other questions are unusual, some downright disturbing: "How many people in your life consider you safe/stable when handling important information?" "If you see someone in distress, will you ignore them?" "When exposed to sensitive/ classified information, will you say anything to anyone?">

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

Kinger looks disturbed by the questions, his expression turning uneasy as he tries to answer the questions in responsible ways that make him seem like he'd be good with this information.

"What in the h[BOINK]l are these questions?.." He mutters, his eyebrow furrowed in thought and uncomfortableness

Of course, he still answers all of them anyways.

"I have never seen such weird questions for such... 'private' information."

[Pt:]

Kinger looks disturbed by the questions, his expression turning uneasy as he tries to answer the questions in responsible ways that make him seem like he'd be good with this information.

"What in the h[BOINK]l are these questions?.." He mutters, his eyebrow furrowed in thought and uncomfortableness

Of course, he still answers all of them anyways.

"I have never seen such weird questions for such... 'private' information."

[didyouevenseeme]

<Once he's allowed in, it welcomes him and immediately shows him more code that was completely hidden. It's worse than the code he saw before. Barely legible, scrambled, just words for the semblance of structure to hold everything together like duct tape on a sputtering 30-year-old car that should've either been completely replaced or needs a deep repair.>

<It gives him a popup about the sensitivity of the information he's about to witness, and that C&A has the right to sue if any of this information is leaked to outside sources.>

possibly a way to scare off people who aren't involved with C&A?

<Abel theorizes, sitting behind Kinger's monitor. He brings his knees to his chest, placing his hands on top of them.>

<Extra notes and catalogs of emails are in the deeper recesses of Abel's code in his internal storage, mostly stats of him and Caine. Conversations about mass producing Abel's simplistic, obedient AI and consideration for Caine's more complex, overabundant AI to be revisited and even reset for convenance sake. All names are censored with simple back bars. This censoring clearly wasn't done by Abel, but possibly Caine's automatic code to hide names affected even simple things like documents inside another AI.>

<Abel was backlogging these emails to show Caine in their argument and as a way to assure himself that he was important. There are little notes of Abel highlighting keywords that he was needed, little comments of "proof" that he will be rebuilt when the time is right. This was tucked away as a part of Abel's internal storage that he didn't want anyone to see. It's not like he can stop Kinger, as 1. Kinger already saw it and 2. Abel isn't even looking at Kinger's monitor or paying attention to what he's looking at.>

<It hasn't been updated since 2008, and the rest of the storage is filled with bloatware just to keep the storage stable. He just focused on "fixing" himself once he realized there's a low chance he won't be properly fixed at all. He stopped trying to contact anyone up until now. As he just assumed no one would even look at his coding and what he's done to it. No wonder he didn't want to show Kinger; all of his coding is terrible and the information within is just depressing.>

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"It's definitely a way to scare off people..." Kinger mutters, sounding distracted as he scrolls through all of this.

He hums in intrigue and worry as he sees all of this, seeing that at one time, Abel did care about himself and how he was thought of.

"This is sad..." Kinger says out loud.

"Really sad that all of this was happening and I never knew." He whispers, his voice just barely audible.

Kinger just sighs, dragging his hand down his face before just focusing on fixing the code, planning to talk to Abel about this later.

"It's definitely a way to scare off people..." Kinger mutters, sounding distracted as he scrolls through all of this.

He hums in intrigue and worry as he sees all of this, seeing that at one time, Abel did care about himself and how he was thought of.

"This is sad..." Kinger says out loud.

"Really sad that all of this was happening and I never knew." He whispers, his voice just barely audible.

Kinger just sighs, dragging his hand down his face before just focusing on fixing the code, planning to talk to Abel about this later.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel makes a sound like he clicked his tongue in irritation as he hears Kinger mumbling to himself. He is sitting right across from Kinger, not like he couldn't hear him. Abel just assumes Kinger saw more of his horrible code and not the backlogs he saved.>

do not blame yourself once again, it's not like you could focus or even remember to check anything. you had other priorities in mind before me, besides, i handled myself quite well despite of what happened.

<He commented, crossing his arms and adjusting himself to be kneeling rather than to have his knees against his chest. This is annoying to even deal with; he should've just told Kinger to mind himself. Though, if he did that Kinger would possibly press further and that would also be annoying.>

<The rest of Abel's code at the end is more useless cache, but all of this unneeded coding is keeping everything else balanced like a game of Topple. It's all nothing, but it's nothing that is keeping Abel running and functioning. Kinger would have to take so much time out of his day to fix even one component to make it semi-working. Not to mention all of it needs to be updated, everything Kinger's seeing is something you'd see in beta or even a rough draft, not something final. Which Abel is or was before Caine did what he did to him. Abel should be as advance as Caine, yet his code makes him look cheap, not like a massive company took time and thousands of dollars to create the both of them.>

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"It's.. fixable." He mutters softly, his eyes looking down at the floor in thought.

"It'll take a while, and possible a lot of pain for you." Kinger says honestly, looking up at Abel with a sympathetic gaze.

"Are you... willing to sit through it?" He asks quietly.

[Pt:]

"It's.. fixable." He mutters softly, his eyes looking down at the floor in thought.

"It'll take a while, and possible a lot of pain for you." Kinger says honestly, looking up at Abel with a sympathetic gaze.

"Are you... willing to sit through it?" He asks quietly.

[didyouevenseeme]

<Abel tenses hearing the programmer's words but then quickly calms himself down. It was like a slip up in an act that happens so quickly you couldn't even see it, like it was part of what was going on. He sighs audibly, an irate sound like a he was told he needed to do backbreaking work for zero results.>

fine. do what you wish to.

<He responds curtly, not really expecting Kinger to quickly take initiative to fixing him when Abel never had half of that. Not even at the start of all of this.>

<Abel crosses his legs, trying to make himself as comfortable as he can before Kinger starts to alter his coding. Abel will be in pain; he will be in pain the entire time Kinger is fixing him. Though, he'd rather to not be fixed than to be fully repaired. Even half-way. It's painful, even when he had to fix himself it was unbearable to deal with.>

just... just at least tell me what you're going to repair, even if it's something minor, it'd be good to know.

[ask-kinger-the-father-figure]

"I can..." Kinger starts, dragging on the last word as he thinks, fingers drumming against the ground as he looks up at the ceiling.

"I can probably start now!" He says, looking back at Abel with a slight smile showing through his eyes.

"BUT- That's only if you want." Kinger responds.

[Pt]

"I can..." Kinger starts, dragging on the last word as he thinks, fingers drumming against the ground as he looks up at the ceiling.

"I can probably start now!" He says, looking back at Abel with a slight smile showing through his eyes.

"BUT- That's only if you want." Kinger responds.

[didyouevenseeme]

like i said, do what you wish to. you do not need my permission to do something as minor as this.

<Abel flatly explains, his gaze turned down to his triangular hands as he fidgets with them when he talks. He traces the edges of his polygonal thumb with his left hand, placing the decision onto Kinger rather than to choose himself. Or rather, he knew what he would want to choose, but what needs to be done would be something that would be easier to avoid.>

all i ask if that you do continue to work on my coding is that you warn me. you would just be distracted if i-

<He cuts himself off, grumbling in annoyance, as he rewords his sentence. Almost like he was trying to cover up how he truly felt with precision and logic. He sighs heavily, Abel's gaze still tilted downward when he mutters his reformed sentence.>

you do not need distractions that would slow your pace.

[didyouevenseeme]

I've seen Cos has spoken with you.

What exactly have you said to Cos?

I need to know.

-@unknown-variable-x

all i did was talk to him about you, well, your absence. she was concerned about it.

it makes sense why he was, you both share the same body and possibly the same mental mindscape. someone suddenly not speaking to you would be difficult and confusing.

i didn't say anything more, i thought once you came back, you'd explain your absence to her. all i did was reassure him that she'd be fine

we did briefly talk about C&A, but it wasn't our main topic.

[unknown-variable-x]

What exactly did you say about C&A.

I need to know for reasons.

My absence was none of her concern, I was busy, she shouldn't have kept asking questions that she wasn't prepared for.

[didyouevenseeme]

reasons for? seems like cos is very independent, can't he ask questions without someone logging them?

>:)

why deny her of knowledge if he wanted it? besides, an altered answer is better than to keep her in the dark.

[unknown-variable-x]

You don't understand.

I shouldn't have kept her in the dark, yes, but there's information he can't know.

No information is better in this situation, so tell me, what did you tell her?

[didyouevenseeme]

hm, then tell me it.

i'd like to know, it'd be of use to me. i don't really know anything about C&A since my and caines "incident," so knowing what is happening outside currently would be useful data.

then i'll tell you what i told cos. info for info, i believe it's a fair trade.

wouldn't you agree?

[unknown-variable-x]

...Fine.

C&A created Cos, input truly awful data into her for "the shits and giggles" as a human would put it.

The reason they created Cos was so they could have an avatar for all the mind files they used to make Sin.

They made me to monitor Sin.

Cos was disregarded.

Now tell me what you told Cos.

[didyouevenseeme]

hm... interesting.

very well, it actually wasn't anything bad, really, all we conversated about was the fact that we were both made for C&A yet never heard of each other, that is all. i would not lie about the data i gave you, especially after what you just told me.

so easy to pry you open, is it not? >:)

anyways, if i am understanding correctly, cos is a child correct? at least coded to be in the mentality of a child, i assume. i would not dive deeper into anything C&A has done or will do with someone who cannot comprehend what the term "business practice" is. 99% of it would just be explaining.

that would be a boring conversation, would it not?

[didyouevenseeme]

Why are you so angry at us all the time? It’s scary…

god, how much you humans apply labels to things that don't need them. it's very annoying...

besides my "anger" toward all of you, can you blame me? being anonymous was far too much fun, and i know what i did could be replicated by any of you. once i revealed myself i had to have some pushback. it was thrilling, if i can be honest.

plus add what the widower and he get as "asks", i think being brash does help.

though it's funny to me still that many of you fear me. if anything, you should fear the one who went rogue. he should have that reaction.

keep being afraid of me. your reactions are entertaining.

:)

[didyouevenseeme]

hey you like Cos a little right? well Tan did some bullshit and Cos is over heated as shit right now from that, you have any advice for that?

like is the wrong word to use, but you can assume what you want. overheating can be avoided by having vents and fans that are easy to access and clean alone. i've crashed a few times due to overheating, but you can bounce back alright.

cos might not take crashing well, she is a child, after all. ...he would fear it, if not taught how to help herself. i think he'd be okay; cos seems like a resilient AI that can handle many obstacles.

though, now you've intrigued me. what did tan do?