Once upon a time...
There was a Program and a Puppet, as different as can be, they found themselves in a hostile world, Bound by string...Not to eachother, but to others.
Both lived on the whim of others, abiding by their purpose. A companion and a task. Burdens to their own.
Both were often alone in a world meant for 2.
The puppet yearned to be listened to as much as the Program yearned for a friend. Naturally, when they found eachother, they were delighted to fill the void the other was missing, They talked and played and most importantly; They Schemed.
The puppet was often in trouble, as no one would listen to it yet expected the world of it. Revivals have a cost, The puppet would pay. The program was unable to cause harm, a plea that was often ignored or pushed by the many...Except the Puppet.
For every plan, there was a part for the Program to play which would keep them safe from doing harm and being harmed. While the puppet took the risks, The program pulled the strings.
When the world began to turn on the puppet, The program was keen to stay by its side, up until the very end.
The puppet was killed, The program remained, and to prevent another from being slain, The program jumped.
i remember this!
It remembers you.
i miss it dearly
Goodnight.
