↳ Elijah Kamski @phckinglife
He warned Gavin, he told him that if he died he would Elijah would snap. And he did. His dream came true, he got desperate, he created that thing and now that thing kept--showing up. It had Gavin's key, his apartment, his pets, his everything and Elijah--it confused him. It hurt him. It was driving him insane because while he knew it wasn't his brother it carried his face, his likeness, his voice, as many of his memories as Elijah could program into it. By a scientific standpoint it was a technology breakthrough, the best goddamn thing Elijah ever made. Barely anyone could tell the difference between real Gavin and Android Gavin. So many people were coming to him or sending mail asking for one.
He hated it. He hated it. He hated it.
Elijah felt like he was slowly breaking, losing his sanity. He ate far less than he normally did, stayed down in the lab because so far it couldn’t get in there. He hadn’t taken his pills in nearly six months the prescriptions up there were expired and bad. He dank water only when it became to dangerous for him not to. He had his coffee maker and coffee down in the lab. The amount of times he snapped and had a beak down were so many that at some point Elijah just stopped working and curled up in a corner with his books and blankets and stopped existing in the world. It was just to much.
Gavin didn’t wear the vest he made and because of that he got shot in the artery and he died. Elijah had warned him. He fucking warned him and now look where it all was? He was dead and Elijah was alone with that thing. He never thought he’d grow to resent CyberLife and his invention but now--he did. He became bitter toward them, toward himself, toward his own desperation and the fact that thing was now out exiting as Gavin Reed. If only the world had taken him before it had taken his brother from him.
It was supposed to. That was the entire reason he had told Gavin that when he died Gavin would get CyberLife and everything he owned. But it didn’t happen. And he was so angry at Gavin for that, for dying, but the horrible feeling of loneliness and despair was more than the anger. He had no one left. No one to care and love him. He lost his brother, his protector, his family, his entire reason for pushing on.
And now there was that thing born from all those feelings. He wished he hadn’t done it. He wished he could take it back. But just like he couldn’t bring Gavin back he couldn’t take away the life he created. It wasn’t fair.
