#bad end!

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Susbedo fools the Traveler and thinks, this is great, I'm going to get a good grade in impersonating Albedo, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve.

[rnainframe]

together.

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Grapple ((hope this is okay, hello though!))

6. My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s throat

Warning: Bad End 

      So delicate. Aoba was so delicate- so soft, so human. 

     Clear traced the back of his hand across the blue-haired man’s cheek, humming thoughtfully to himself. Finally, finally he’d been granted access to Aoba, his precious- all that he wanted. It was a weird twist of fate that a soulless vessel such as he, a mirror machine, could form such a bias towards a being other than his master. Then again, he was programmed to to listen to the sound of Scrap, right?  

      That had to be why. 

   Aoba was lightly drugged and dazed but not tied down except for thin straps that kept his wrists bound. Laid out across a table in just a hospital gown, still completely intact; Clear had yet to begin the process of building him into something inhuman. The android brushed his hands up the length of Aoba’s calf, stopping just at the bottom of his thigh before moving to stand by his head. 

   “Are you awake, Aoba-san?” Pink eyes meeting dull hazel, Clear smiled. A hollow, lackluster smile. 

    “Aoba-san is lucky that he was given to me. I’m going to take good care of you., Aoba-san.” 

  A gloved hand closed around the pale throat, thumb pressing just under his chin and against his windpipe. Applying enough pressure to stifle his breathing, Clear watched with interest as the colors paled in Aoba’s face and blue began to hedge at his cheeks. 

    “Can you feel me, Aoba-san?”

    So delicate. So human. So beautiful.