Jul 22, 2016
Ayaka gives yoga her best attempt.
You're sort of sore, but you're trying your best. You just end up doing the downward dog for the rest of the class.
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Ayaka gives yoga her best attempt.
You're sort of sore, but you're trying your best. You just end up doing the downward dog for the rest of the class.
I'm so sorry when I saw the thing I was like "oh I know I'll write some gay cherose" but lOOK WHAT HAPPENED
You are simotaniously really sweet and REALLY scary. (Awesome writing though)
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
VIRUS PURGED. SYSTEM REBOOTING…
The little eyes on the LED display blinked once, twice, no longer a piercing gold but a subtler shade of crimson. Mecha instantly ran a diagnostic on his systems and body. Why were his weapons equipped? Had they been attacked?
The eyes flicked from side to side as he tried to comprehend what had happened. He’d felt like his OS was being forced out of his chassis, something menacing overcoming him, filling him with a sense of dread he’d never known. But now he was back. The virus was gone.
His audio input wasn’t picking up anything, so Mecha raised the volume of his speakers. “Mack?”
It didn’t echo. He was in a small room after all. He turned around, and would have been frowning if he had a mouth-
There was red. Everywhere. Slathered on the walls, painting the floor, shining like it was still wet. Despite not needing air, Mecha choked.
The tall, slender one, the demon, the whore, she was slumped over the little spitfire. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her glasses shattered, her claws slowly stiffening around the smaller. Rigor mortis, Mecha thought, then immediately shoved the idea away. They weren’t dead. That couldn’t be.
He prodded the demon. “Hey. You. Get up.”
She did not stir.
The little robot shook harder. Something terrible was overloading his systems, making it hard to focus, his visual and auditorial inputs were blurring and skipping. “Hey. HEY! WAKE UP!”
Closed eyes, a crimson fluid dripping from her mouth. Crimson to match his eyes.
“No! Stop it, wake up! Demon! ROSES!”
Little green appendages pried her hands away, prodded at the girl, shaking her roughly, hitting her shoulders.
“Look at me. Cheryl, look at me. Get up. We can’t stay here.”
Neither of them were moving. Mecha didn’t know what was going on. For some reason, his systems were desperately rejecting what was glaringly obvious. He looked around, trying to find something to stop the bleeding.
And he saw him.
Slumped against the wall, eyes still open, jaw hanging in a soundless scream, arms limp, limp like a ragdoll, drenched in red with little leaves sticking from his chest and stomach-
His jets ignited and he flew up to his face. Slammed his shoulders into the wall. His voice skipped (choked?) as he cried out.
“Mack! MACK!”
His sensory inputs no longer supplied data. Mecha was alone in the dark, unable to process, unable to understand, unable to accept. The images were burned in his memory banks, playing on repeat over and over.
Then Mack shifted.
Something swelled within Mecha like a balloon, but it popped when he saw the strings.
The puppet that wasn’t Mack stood up, waved at Mecha, spoke with a voice that was not that of his friend.
“How does it feel to know you killed me, Mecha? How does it feel to know you did this?”
“Shut up.” The words almost didn’t come out. His chassis trembled as Mecha tried to regain control of his system. “Yeh… How could yeh…”
A sharp cackle, and the puppet raised a hand to its face. “How could I?? I don’t think that’s how dear Mack would put it-”
“SHUT UUUUP!!!”
The cry was so loud it damaged his speakers. Mecha didn’t care. He flew forward and up, tracing the strings to their source, firing everything he had at the vile menace who dared mock him, who dared laugh at him, who dared blame him for THIS.
They were going to pay. They were both going to pay.
He hated this. Mack wouldn’t have wanted this.
…but Mack was gone now.
And Mecha craved vengeance.
Alex: *reads this* DEAR GOD I AM MORE THAN A LITTLE DISTURBED RIGHT NOW
Kirby: Abilities are a lot of fun to play with! Sometimes I get abilities from certain items, too.
When they take axes to your beliefs, stand tall and strong until they become exhausted. No one can chop down a wall of steel.
I’ll use the chains you trapped me with to choke the life out of you like you did me.
Each of these stars has a story behind it 🌌
You are who you are, not who they say you should be