leaves hellbot here.
“Hm?”
A repulsed look crosses the robots face as he eyes his counterpart. He’s less than pleased, angered, rather, by the appearance of yet another impostor.
“It’s you. I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of fighting before, my loathsome counterpart,” 2.5 gives his sleeker counterpart a dismissive glance before hopping to his feet. There is no opportunity he gives for any opposition or compliance before he is on his copy.
He envies him, yet despises him all the same. This robot is too alike to himself.
He must be eliminated.












