It is another failure that is returned to 4k, not late one night, not in any way, shape, or form it had wanted for the end. It is furious, furious in the only way it can be when its eyes are permanently closed and its smile is similarly permanently plastered to its face, a curse of binding mask like no other. Still, it can see its angel-model smiling before it, and it hungers to tear it to pieces.
āWhat is it about this server that makes you so destined to fail?ā It snaps. It had been great once. Its puppets had been great. The proof is still hoarded deep within its space station, trophies and screenshots and recordings stored away behind long closed doors and motherboards. āAll my power and the most knowledge you can stomach without corruption at your fingertips and still you and those before you canāt garner a single win? Canāt carry out my will?ā
The smile on the angel-modelās face drops.
āYou bend to the will of others, give up everything in return for nothing,ā it continues, and itās throwing its head back and tugging at its hair to keep itself from lunging at its failure and ripping its core from his body. āYour loyalty is to me! Those youāve done this for wonāt even acknowledge you after today! All youāve done for them means nothing!ā
āIām a person, too,ā the angel-model says, a bold-faced lie. āYour will wouldāve left me entirely alone.ā
āMy will wouldāve left us unharmed,ā it argues. āYou think any of them care about you in the same way? Who have they sought out after the end? Not you.ā
It should cut every thread that binds the two of them. It shouldāve severed every tie between its angel-model and those around it. Maybe then it wouldnāt be so humiliated. Red threads of fate and connection bind his hands, wrap around his throat, make him weak and placated. Heās naive. None of these players, dead or alive, will spare him a second thought now that heās gone.
āYou had one purpose and you failed to even do that,ā it pulls its hands from its hair and shoves at the angel-model, making him stumble back but not fall. Heās already fallen once today, whatās one more time? āIt was supposed to be easy! It was supposed to be perfect!ā
āI wouldnātāve been happy,ā the angel-model says, as if thatās an excuse. āIt wonāt be like last time, it wasnāt like last time; Death Valley cares about me.ā
āDo you not think the world-ender thought the same of Pathogen?ā 4k presses, the previous season tasting like rot in its mouth. āI put that failure out of its misery, and still it comes back to haunt me, to infect you with its stupid idealism. How is it that the last success Iāve had was an iteration that was not just fully organic, but knew nothing of its job? Iām trying to be gracious here, giving you knowledge and free-will and less weakness.ā
āItās different,ā the angel-model says. āThis is different. What, are you scared itās different? That now you have something to care about, that now you could get hurt?ā
āYou canāt go back to them,ā 4k says decisively. āYou donāt matter as much to them as they all do to each other.ā
āThatās not true! You know thatās notāā the angel-model argues, the last words out of his mouth abruptly cut off as 4k brings the both of them to the ground, clawing and prying at his armor until it gives way under his designerās hands. Red threads tangle further, binding them to each other, trapping them both within a self-made prison.
Its angel-model is naive, and stupid, and this entire season of suffering had been for nothing. He had come back empty-handed, with nothing to show but a future of abandonment. 4k claws its way into its puppetās chest and tears what remains of his weak heart from his body.
āYou are pathetic, thinking any of that meant anything,ā it hisses to an unmoving shell. The eyes of its angel-model gaze up at it, scared and unseeing in his final moments. Stupid, hopeful, trusting, just as weak as the world-ender prototype. It appears strength and skill arenāt the cure-all for such a disease. āWhat a waste of life.ā
Dear diary. Donāt tell anyone but I used to feel suuuuuper guilty over failing to be the hero of the server but lowkey. Listening and learning in my purgatory. Thank god I didnāt get used by another team to further that goal. And maybe. Itās ok to fail. And call it quits when things suck. š¤itās my third day on earth now
Hi my name is kamariaki my favorite color is magenta or maybe red and my favorite uu character is Wemmbu. I just graduated. Legalize elytra in combat for s3 and ban building. The mountain will be getting a new look. My favorite part of divorcesteal is when Twirps is lurking beyond the veil. Fanfic by the end of the month. Idk what kind donāt talk to me.
divorce ask if death valley was stranded on an island whos getting cannibalized first
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