Comedic Justice?
@grinnames for the possession event!
The bot sat at their desk working away on their scripts in silence. Time ticked by as they typed up line after line.
Putting characters into scenarios that leave them with lessons learned but at what cost.
Was it cruel or just simply good story telling?
What blurred the lines of just simply psychologically torturing one person over and over to mental growth and change?
Michael sure didn't know that line.
Or at least they pretend not to.
The door creaked open yet Michael did not move their head away from their screen.
The sound of heels clicked against the cold tiled floor before stopping behind the robot.
Looming.
Waiting..
Studying…
“Hello Three.”
The bot stops typing on their keyboard as they turn their head slightly to see the barely lit figure standing behind them.
They save their work before turning off the computer and turning fully to face the shell of SMG3.
The guardian stood there with an unreadable expression. Their eyes focused on the bot with a seeming hunger laced into their slitted eyes.
Michael crosses their arms and lowers their head before softly chuckling and shaking their head.
“Guess I stalled long enough, huh?”
The robot looks up to stare into the eyes of the version of a man Michael had given the worst treatment towards. No version of Three was safe in this cruel writer's hands.
No, there would be no deal.
No fighting.
No struggle.
Just an acceptance of fate.
Of karma.
“Let's get this over with, shall we old friend?”
Michael stands up and puts their hand out to the man in front of them.
“We aren't friends…”
The guardian takes their wrist harshly bending the metal arm beneath the sleeve.
“But whatever helps you sleep at night.”
The halls echo with pained screams from a man who had hurt countless guardians for the entertainment of others.
What is better than comedic justice?