{ You float slightly, eyes glowing as soon as you enter the room. Your hair falls around your head as you look into the red-glassy eyes of the robot. You’d promised there would be a body of sorts to deliver, so the soulbot would do. You just have to deliver her over to be obliterated. You put out your hands, glowing clocks forming in the air beneath your fingertips as you freeze the time in the room, making the effect spread out and wash over the doomed Aradiabot.
If you froze her, she wouldn’t be able to speak or move until she had been delivered to the young lord. This was ideal for you, because she wasn’t the trap you were intended to setting up. She was just a doomed timeline that you were giving away, wrapped up in a soulbot to be obliterated. You weren’t sure you could destroy a ghost, but you could at least watch her die her second death. Double death had only been spoken of to you before. You hadn’t witnessed it actually occur. The prospect was exciting to you to say the least. Once she was bound by time, Doc’s lightening cracked once, making the lights in the room go dim just before the two of you disappeared through space and time. You cease floating, letting yourself hit the ground and bow. “I know you are not my own, but I hope my offering pleases you. I am to serve.” }
He stands once again on the beach, listening to the waves, tempering Himself. He would enjoy breaking the Handmaid, but she needs to be healthy for what’s to come. He notices when the other Handmaid appears and turns, one eyebrow arching up. His annoyance turns to delight when He sees who the Handmaid has brought Him.
“Mine or not, you serve Me in all times. You’ve done well. Your master ought to be quite happy with you.”
He approaches the time-locked robot and inspects her, reaching up to feel the odd steel hair. What manner of waste was this? All good metal, put into the form of some useless bitch. He scoffs and gestures. “Let her free. She won’t escape between the two of us.”
The Handmaid frees you and you stand before Him, fully aware of what you have to do and hoping to hell you can pull this off, for the sake of your alternate. This is your moment to save her and you only have this one chance. "So taking Karkat from me wasn't enough? You had to go after me as well?" you say flatly, tapping into some of your hidden vitriol to make it more emotional. "I can't say I'm surprised, really; nothing less from a cheap imitation of Lord English himself."
At this point you're just sassing the fuck out of him, but it feels... good. You use your psionics to float in the air in front of him, crossing your legs and raising a metal eyebrow at him.
"Well?"