"David look! I got my Kagune finally!" "Nice one dork. Only took you 8 years." "Get at least mines cool! I got wings, like mama!"
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"David look! I got my Kagune finally!" "Nice one dork. Only took you 8 years." "Get at least mines cool! I got wings, like mama!"
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[ ... ]
[ ...thud......thud....thud... ]
[ thud- thud thud- THUD THUD-! ]
[ pk- shhhhhh... ]
[ fwump-! ]
*̢ ̸H̵-hg-.͢.͠.
[ Something was wrong. ]
[ Blap-! ]
[ In some sort of horrific scene, Ridley forces himself out of the body through the mouth, the body now unnervingly slumped over the side of the capsule. He recomposes himself from his more liquid like form and skitters away from the now empty socketed skeleton. His plan certainly worked but... ]
[ ...he would not dare return to the body for some time. ]
[ The Capsule room, though unused and untouched for so long, was still just as pristine as it had been on the day he had come to retrieve the body. The white capsule in the middle of the room lay open, showing the interior lined with a white, soft plush material that had cradled the body for many years. There were monitors of all kinds showing all sorts of data, some surveillance footage was also shown, though the screens were now showing the empty and desolate poppy fields generated by the Good Dream Program. ]
[ Something shimmered in the odd white mist that shined off the white tiles in the room. Bright red flecks, like floating glitter winked in and out of existence like stars...determination...or at the very least, the safer version Mittens had created, a word such as diluted could properly describe it, infused with magic. The tubes that came down from the ceiling where the pump circulated the fluid like a large mechanical heart, hadn’t passed any of the substance in quite some time however. ]
[ He had stopped briefly on Level B, having obtained two patches Mittens had once used on Rewind to send him briefly into the Good Dream Program. He had never tried it himself, but the process would take long, and unfortunately, he himself would need to be present in the body for it to work. ]
[ Maintenance, well, he wasn’t exactly lying. There was a leak, some kind of residue of the previous owner that had begun to leak and take root into Ridley’s mind. He could feel it integrate itself into his psyche like water spreading across a paper towel, and he couldn’t allow that. If there was one thing he was proud about himself was his discipline, how he had stayed loyal...until...that is............ ]
[ He wouldn’t see it be tarnished or taken away, not against his own will it wouldn’t. He started up the life support system once more, the large mechanical heart on the ceiling whirring to life quietly, generating a white noise. He removed the large data storing boxes out from the machine, the boxes containing the digital copies of Righteousness’s memories in vivid detail, just as he would have remembered them from the moment he died. In doing so, the machine would have no data for the memory portion of it’s corruption check, and would erase any remnant of those residing in the body, taking it and any influence Righteousness might be having on him...including emotions. ]
[ He would not be disturbed, he refused to be...”A man chooses, a slave obeys...” well, this was his choice. He laid down in the capsule, the lid quietly gliding shut on smooth mechanical hinges. He would not be locked inside but kept safe from outside disturbances, as it was designed that if a slight pressure was placed upon the inside of the lid, the lid would open. He shifted a bit, one arm holding the bear to his chest, putting on the patches on each side of his head... ]
[ ...and he drifted off to sleep as the machines whirred to life and began the process... ]
[ ...RWDG heads down to the Capsule Room, where he first found the body. ]
* ...
* .......
[ He still has the bear with him though. ]
You know, people tend to need contact and to bond with others after time. The bear might tide you over for a bit, but you need more if you want to keep up with this body, and a potentially better life. Don't fear it.
* Ye̵s.̢.̷.*͝ Alr̴ight.[ But he wanted none of this. ]
You. Uh. Just hug it for comfort. Or don't. Whatever you like
[ ...he’s only more unsure. ]
*offers RWDG a soft cuddly bear toy*
[ ...he takes it, but doesn’t do anything with it... ][ ...he’s waiting for instruction, twice already he’s messed up- if that isn’t enough reason to not trust himself what is? ]