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Thehwns - Murder Meme (If you dont like this kind of thing you have been warned)
Pain.
That was all she could feel. A sharp, undeniable pain that rushed through her systems.
Flashes of her vision kept going in and out, tormenting her with sights of the footsteps she was trying to escape from.
“Whats wrong doll? Are you done already?”
Cello glanced up to see the face of what was once two separate robots. One she loved and one she hated.
Her brother looked to be gone now. Long since suppressed by Sand’s wicked intent.
The bullet holes in her right arm and left leg were testament to that fact.
In a flash she went blind once more to the effects of his attack. She could feel as it ate away at her cpu like a gnawing itch in the back of her mind that she couldnt scratch.
When her vision was returned to her Jazz was nowhere to be seen. Leading to more fear than comfort. With Presto’s cape he could be anywhere and with nobody around to grant her access to the only weapon that could stop him she could only sit there and wait for the attack.
She was right to worry that he didnt go far.
Another storm of the smaller plasma shots tore through the ground towards her. Leaving her helpless to watch the line of fire ripping up the soil until she felt it strike against her torso.
“There’s a reason this style of gun its called a trench sweeper.” Jazz’s voice rang out in a matter of fact tone.
He was getting bored though. The longer he kept this up the more that nagging portion of of his cpu that begged him to stop was silenced.
He could barely hear it now.
A grin was spread on his face as he reemerged and walked up to the fallen robot.
“Don’t worry doll it’s almost over.” he cooed out. “I’ll make sure there isn’t anything left for them to rebuild so you’ll never have to go through this pain again. At least you got to see your brother one last one time.”
Cello could feel the sharp heel of his boots falling down on her back and digging in deeply to the holes that ran along her back.
The hum of charging plasma filled the air before his tommy gun like blaster started its merciless attack on her shoulder. The raw amount of bullets started to tear the limb free before he moved to the other.
The feel of the red hot barrel of his blaster pressed against the back of her head, lining up with her cpu. “Goodnight Doll.”
The sound of a single small plasma charge was enough to finally silence what was left of Presto.
