How Characters Would React: If you told them that you have a headache
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Characters:
~ Michael Thane ~ Enderman ~ Hermes ~ Tron ~ Ahkmenrah ~ V1 ~ Silent Salt Cookie ~
Multifandom ~ Headcanons ~ Fluff
Words: 881
Published: 11/29/2025
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Michael “Mike” Thane - Fallen Aces
“You have a headache? I have the perfect solution.”
The man would give his own mixture of alcohols and assorted medicine
You should probably refuse the drink
He has dealt with headaches enough through both of his careers, so he wouldn’t try to push you to work or force you to get better quick
Mike would actually be helpful, insisting you stay in his apartment if you guys live separate
He would take any work that you needed to finish, like another detective case or tending a bar or any career you have
Mike may be an ambitious and driven man, but he isn’t stupid
Enderman - Minecraft
Brother can’t speak any human languages, so they wouldn’t understand when you tell them what’s wrong
Enderman would probably be confused and worried about you when you get dizzy or irritated at the pain
They can’t understand your words, but they do recognize pain, a universal feeling
Prepare for multiple grass blocks to appear next to your bed
They would hover nearby your bed, if you have a tall enough roof, or outside your base
Confused but doing their best
Hermes - EPIC: The Musical
“A headache? Dahling, you mortals are so fragile…”
Hermes would offer to get Apollo to fix you right up immediately, making up some random excuse about owing a favor
If you’re on Apollo’s good side, you’ll be right as rain immediately
If not, or if the sun god is busy (or just mad at his half-brother), then I suppose you’re on your own with the other deity
Hermes would spend his time with you, offering ways to cure boredom without increasing the headache
Most likely rambles on about random stories to help you sleep and stop all thinking to lessen your headache
With his luck and favor, the headache should leave quick… unless he keeps talking /j
Tron - Tron
“A… headache? Like… buffering?”
This stoic program of strength of diligence… oh he is so amazing
Having a headache would assume that you are a User, or maybe just a faulty program
Tron wouldn’t understand the feeling, being a literal program
But goodness, he would try his best
He’s not obliviously idiotic with it, but rather curious and questioning
Before Legacy, Uprising, and Betrayal, Tron is more a gentle and protective program that isn’t fully briefed on the anatomy of Users
After being around Flynn for ages, though, he was given basic understanding of Users
Tron would follow your advice mostly, but would also urge you to take it easy and relax
He is a security program; of course he’ll make sure you are fully healthy and operational
Ahkmenrah - Night At The Museum
“A headache? Let’s get you some rest; I can arrange for anything you’ll need.”
He is so kind and careful with you, knowing that modern humans can’t be revitalized with ancient spells
Ahkmenrah makes sure that you have somewhere to lay down comfortably, already having the other exhibits sent out to get blankets, water, pillows, medicine, etcetera
Teddy can manage the museum dwellers for one night surely
He’ll lay next to you the whole night, humming quiet lullabies he remembered from eons ago, or whispering stories that he would never forget
Ahk will even take it upon himself to order the exhibits to return to their areas, with the help of the tablet, of course
By morning, he knows you’ll both have to go back to where you belong, with you returning home and him sitting back in the sarcophagus
But for the night, he could at least help you recover from cognitive pains
V1 - Ultrakill
He’ll give a whirl of beeps and code, not exactly understanding what you mean
Are you hurt? He can get you some blood!
Yeaahhh, expect a lot of blood and gore to be honest
You can’t blame the machine, though; he is programmed to rely on blood as fuel and a healing source
You can try to explain that you don’t need blood, but the insistent bot might not care or even attempt to comprehend your point
Well, it’s the thought that counts, right?
Silent Salt Cookie - Cookie Run Kingdom
“A headache? What caused this?”
Pre-corruption
Salt is protective; he cares for literally everyone
But with you, he indulges in just a little more favoritism
As much as he denounced the idea of playing favorites, the commander has always given you a little more care, subtly, of course
While he does help you lay down and relax, he also wants to know the cause too
What’s the use of a solution if you don’t know the origin?
If you have a genuine answer, he’ll solve it as quickly as possible
Too bright? You can pull tapestries over the windows of the upper rooms
Too loud? He’ll walk you to a quiet room deep in the keep and away from any bright lights
Stressed? You can leave training early just this once to take a walk and a breather
If you don’t have an answer immediately or you just don’t know, that’s alright too
Salt will do what he can to help you out while not being overbearing or becoming the cause to a second headache
He truly cares for you; it’s just difficult to prove it sometimes
Summary: You try to offer a reward to the machine that kept you entertained as it descended deeper and deeper into Hell… too bad you underestimated its own desire.
English is not my first language, I apologize if it is not understandable.
To do this, I had to use the translator.
The last circle of Hell was silent, although it wasn’t the typical silence that came before a battle, nor the heavy silence that lingered when everything was dead. It was an imposed silence, supernatural, an absolute halt of the movement of time, of the natural flow that usually existed in that abyss. Everything was frozen by a single will—yours, the will of the entity that had paused Hell itself in order to speak to a machine in the best possible way.
The snow floated in the air without falling, suspended, as if an invisible hand had frozen its descent halfway; nothing dared to move, not even the wind that should have been freezing.
And at the center of the scene were two beings who didn’t seem affected by what was happening around them.
You, raised, imposing, even in the more compact form you were currently using instead of the one you were accustomed to, observed the machine standing before you. Your body, composed of the void of the abyss, made you a more striking figure within the deserted, pale circle of Treachery. Some tendrils of your form shifted slowly, revealing a bit of your current state.
And just as you were observing the machine, it was doing the same with you.
V1 kept its visor fixed on your figure; the yellow glow of it reflected the faint radiance of your own expressionless eyes. The eight bright yellow protrusions, similar to wings emerging from its back, were raised higher than usual—probably still on alert, though you didn’t know if it was due to the stillness you had imposed or simply your presence, now visible to it. The metal of its body had a few dents, and it still held in its hands the gun it had used to defeat the archangel for the third consecutive time, but curiously, it hadn’t been used to end your life.
It didn’t matter; that follower of the Father was going to die anyway. His end could have been taken from him by any being after V1 had left him alone. The ruthless cold of Betrayal could have buried him, or perhaps some machine or demon might have taken advantage of his vulnerability to attack him. You wouldn’t deny that seeing Gabriel and V1 fight again the way they had before was truly entertaining to watch, although of course the victor had been obvious from the start—there was a reason Hell kept V1 on a pedestal.
But even so, you still had the question of why V1 had spared the follower of God. After absorbing so much blood during its descent, had a feeling of pity toward Gabriel been born? Did it hold some affection for him? Had it grown bored of him?
There were too many questions and not a single answer, although you decided not to satisfy that curiosity of yours— it was for the best. You instead chose to take Gabriel with you. It was something ironic for anyone: that you had saved his life. The God he worshipped so much hadn’t saved him—another had. And that “other” was you.
Maybe—if you were lucky—he would be of some use to you. Just as V1 was Hell’s favorite, you could have the archangel, although after those embarrassing defeats, you doubted his fragile pride would ever recover from them.
You narrowed your eight eyes as you continued keeping your gaze fixed on V1. Its posture had changed a little now; it no longer seemed as alert as it had been at the beginning. Maybe it was because you hadn’t attacked it so far, or perhaps it was because it had already recognized you. Some tendrils curled calmly in the air as you prepared to speak.
“You have already gone through everything Hell has to offer…”
Your voice came out just as deep and resonant; the very layer of Hell seemed to tremble slightly because of it. But V1 didn’t seem surprised at all. It didn’t take its eyes off you, even if it had to lift its visor a little more to look at you properly.
“And you have reached the end of the path.”
One of your eyes focused on the gray, motionless landscape surrounding you. Beneath your figure and V1’s, there was a thin layer of ice; beneath both of you, some sinners were buried. Although it depended directly on how treacherous they had been in life for it to be deemed necessary to bury them alive in ice—or at least that was what Hell had told you about its last circle.
“I am impressed by everything you’ve managed to show me.”
Then you made a brief pause as you thought carefully about your next words, trying to consider possible future consequences that could implicate you in things you didn’t want to be associated with…
. . . .
What did it matter anyway? V1 was trapped for life in a loop of constant eternal suffering where he was both executioner and victim, and that was only because he had caught the attention of Hell itself. You wouldn’t care if that sadistic madman tried to claim you had defiled his precious gladiator—he didn’t truly have any real strength to take reprisals against you, because you surpassed him in everything.
“I suppose it would be appropriate for me to give you a proper reward for all the entertainment you’ve given me.”
“So go on, ask me for whatever you want.”
There was a long and even uncomfortable silence between the two of you. V1 had tilted its head slightly, camera-like, as if it didn’t understand what you had said, and meanwhile you waited patiently for its response…until you realized that V1 didn’t speak. Like the vast majority of machines created during the war, V1 didn’t have a special box that allowed it to modulate speech. Some machines had it, but they almost always chose to discard it for more efficient resource management.
You let out a brief exhalation—more theatrical than natural for you.
“I’m sorry… I forgot that little detail about you…”
And as you said that, a snap of your fingers echoed followed by a vibration in the air. There was no visible change in V1, but you had clearly done something to it. The yellow light of its visor seemed to intensify a bit more as it remained still in place—it was no longer just observing you, but also evaluating you.
The tendrils, the dark particles that drifted off you as if you were made of fire, despite your divine form being as cold as its metal… the dead, pure white of your eyes that could easily be mistaken for the monotonous white of the snow in the layer of Treachery. Every part of your body was impossible and incomprehensible, your form surely held every secret of the universe—secrets you were certainly not willing to reveal.
And yet, despite all of that, you were right there, in front of it, offering it anything it had never dreamed of but could now allow itself to think about.
“What is it that you desire, V1…?”
What does it truly want? More blood? More power? A larger —or even infinite— arsenal of weapons to entertain itself with for a while before moving on to the next?
There was no doubt you could grant anything it asked of you. If you could freeze an entire layer just to speak without interruptions, then by default you could do more—much more.
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. . .
“I want you.”
You made your luminous eyes blink all at once when you heard that… you hadn’t expected it, not coming from that machine built by mortals, and even less from an efficient and seemingly unchanging killer like it. That’s what it wanted? It wanted you?
You weren’t going to mock what it said;if anything, you would ignore it and ask the question again. There was no way the machine wanted you as a reward, because you weren’t actually part of what could be considered a reward… Had one of Gabriel’s blows really affected its system? Or had Hell taken possession of V1’s body and was pretending to be it just to annoy you?
Once again, there were too many questions, and you didn't plan on getting an answer to what the machine was asking for. Did it really think it could have you? Was it stupid?
“Think your answer through.”
You murmured in a lower tone than usual, as if you were truly tempting it to take back the decision it had made.
“Very few have this kind of privilege…you have an entire world of possibilities, machine.”
“You hold so much power in the palm of your—”
“I want you.”
This time, V1 had been firmer,or at least that new voice box you had given him made it sound as though he had used a firmer tone—it wasn’t a repetition but a confirmation of something you still didn’t fully understand.
You were trying to decipher it—a machine, of all things, had said that to you, and because of it you kept going over it again and again. Maybe you had misheard, or maybe those very words held some hidden meaning, a trick or a secret code, something that had to be deciphered by you.
Your body began to slide forward, some of your tendrils shifting a little more—almost restlessly—while others curled against the ice on the ground. Your form leaned in further to speak even closer to V1’s visor, even though he could hear you perfectly well from his previous position.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
You stated with a sharp, almost tense voice, like a string on the verge of snapping. Your eyes narrowed almost as if you were frowning while you stared directly at the machine, and it wasn’t falling behind either, keeping its gaze on you and you alone. Of course V1 had noticed the blade-like edge in your tone, but it also registered another change—it wasn’t a sound or a movement from you; it was in temperature.
The layer of Treachery was, in itself, the coldest layer its systems had been able to register so far a sterile environment, yet one so hostile that its processors had to work overtime just to maintain basic functionality… but this new cold was different. Very different.
The cold had intensified, but it wasn’t because of the air or the snow… and V1 felt it—for the first time in its existence, it truly felt it. Its internal systems quickly calculated the temperature drop, adjusting the ventilation; a faint squeal slipped through one of the vents in its cooling systems. It was operating within margins, but barely.
Your closeness was dangerous, but not because it considered you a threat… but because of the reaction you provoked in it. It was as if you were heating up its system, even though the environment around you was the complete opposite a ridiculous warmth, almost organic in a way. Its systems also detected that the accumulated blood inside might be the reason its temperature was rising.
You kept watching V1 in silence. You knew exactly what it was going through, but you didn’t say a word about it.
"I'm going to keep watching you."
Your voice was still low and sharp, then you relaxed your posture—slowly, almost theatrically—uncurling your frame until you regained your full height, though your gaze never left the blue machine.
"Until you decide something appropriate."
And not even a second passed before your figure vanished not fading, not dissolving you simply disappeared, as if you had never been there at all. You left no trace. The gray tint vanished with you, as though it had followed you in your brief departure. Snow began to fall again, slowly, and the air resumed its work, shifting the frost and deepening the cold.
V1 was alone now. The warmth in his system still lingered, and he couldn’t shake the sensation that you were watching him… from everywhere. You were keeping your promise. You were observing him. The ice beneath V1 trembled faintly, and a few meters away a hatch began to rise from the frozen ground. It was time to leave.
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[5-S: I Only Say Morning]
You weren’t entirely sure how you had ended up on the machine’s lap. Things had happened far too quickly—even for someone of your nature, whose existence could be measured in eons. All you could do was curl forward slightly as you heard the silent laughter of Hell, mocking you, whispering that you had grown soft because of its gladiator…
As if... You weren't as obsessed as him to go modifying such vast areas of your own being just for V1 to run through them in one go. The guy literally even created the secret level you were currently in when the machine was just in the Circle of Lust, fighting the corpse of Minos... but no... you're not the soft and crazy one, it's the other guy. It's Hell.
And yet, despite Hell’s silent laughter—mockery that only you could hear—everything in this level was relatively calm… Too calm for your liking.
The large bonfire in the middle of everything briefly illuminated the small area where you both sat. The machine had spent the entire time fishing—an obvious fact, considering the sun was already setting. It didn’t need many more fish to finish the level again.
You watched the fire in silence, and the machine said nothing either. Despite having granted it full capability to express itself, it chose not to, and you found that perfectly fitting… No useless words. No foolish, absurd questions to answer. Only the crackling of wood in the fire… and the two of you.
“Have you thought about what you desire?”
You asked, your voice sounding like the echo of a thought—soft, yet impossible to ignore. Your gaze remained fixed on the flame dancing before your dead eyes before you shifted it toward the machine’s yellow visor. A long silence stretched between the two of you, so long that you prepared to repeat the question when the lack of response dragged on far more than necessary.
And that was when the answer finally came…
“I want you…~”
You immediately interpreted the machine’s words as confirmation that it still hadn’t put any real thought into what it desired. Your eyes lowered again as you could only shake your head—more a gesture of resignation than mockery… because someone else was already laughing hysterically at what V1 was wishing for. You shifted slightly on its lap, your form and a few of your tendrils barely brushing against the machine’s bluish metal.
“I suppose I’ll keep waiting until you decide on something real.”
But then you felt it a hand that clearly wasn’t yours… but the machine’s… sinking into your body…
The laughter echoing in your mind came to an abrupt halt, so suddenly that it almost confused you. Your gaze had been fixed on the fire when you told the machine you would continue waiting until it made a real decision, and when you felt its hand sink into you…If you’d been human, you would have snapped your neck with how fast you turned to look at it.
And it didn’t stop there V1 practically buried the Feedbacker, with no apparent resistance, all the way up to the elbow, as if your figure were a liquid space disguised as a solid shape…
You moved quickly, abandoning your calm state, and faced the machine head-on. One of your hands rose to grasp the back of V1’s camera-shaped head. It wasn’t a gentle gesture it was a warning, and a very serious one.
“What are you trying to do, machine?”
The machine didn’t answer you with words. Its visor was fixed on the white of your eyes, until the lower eyelid lifted, creating an expression that reminded you of a smile… a playful, complicit, shamelessly satisfied smirk…
(For anyone who didn’t get it, V1 just grabbed what would essentially be your ass… good night.)
Okay so I was the anon that shared the idea of V1 and player/us. I just got another hehe.
So V1 didn't know that they got jealous when you give others attention. Like when we meet V2 we were like "OMG they look like V1! So cutee." And suddenly V1 sees V2 as a threat. They relentlessly attacked V2 that scored Ultrakill. We just watched the whole thing and like 'what? O_O'
This is especially with gabe. We are so amazed because that's a literal angel right there. We were gushing but V1 really didn't like that. They are so used that we are gushing about them that when we show interest with others they just become violent about it.
V1 kept dying from gabe and we kept reviving them. When they finally beat him, they look at us, smug and all. Just ignore how many times he died right there.
Just shower them with affection.
v1 being the jealous type is so cute, but also a little bit freaky
- Like if V1 takes over to fight V2 or Gabriel, would automatically assume it’s like a bug or something idk
- But seeing V2 bowing before their fight, and going “aww they seem polite” or something also kinda feels like something V1 might try to mimic (even though we can’t see them properly)
- Considering the fact that V1 probably doesn’t have much human interaction and just craves attention and intimacy of someone is a bit sad :(
- If you point out V2 at the end of greed (where they are sitting on the throne) V1 will be hitting those shots against V2
- the second part of the phase (where you are sliding down the pyramid), it’s easier for V1 to just slide up to V2, and hit them with the knuckleblaster (why are you hitting yourself?)
- At the end of the fight, V2 falls, and V1 remains victorious, standing tall. If they could, they would be smiling like crazy over this victory, and maybe with this your approval will be given
- Actually would it be ironic for V1 and V2 to basically have a personality swap in a way? Because if it’s a self aware au, assuming only V1 is aware, then V1 would have the superiority complex and be a bit more petty for attention?
- This would definitely come into play more with Gabriel, if we go with the belief that V1 sees you as a god, then V1 will definitely think Gabriel is following a false god, therefore a false prophet
- But your interest in Gabriel seems like a betrayal, but V1’s bias falls with you, and Gabriel is beating V1 to a pulp, so it won’t stand.
- Luckily for V1, the more deaths the more frustration with Gabriel you will have, but don’t worry, V1 is capable to learn, the move-set of Gabriel becomes a little more predictable, easier, and with enough time, Gabriel is defeated
- Gabriel talking about perfect hatred honestly could go the same way for V1 if Gabriel is taking your attention. It’s a one sided offense but to V1 it’s still a big deal.
- All V1 needs is your attention as you two descend deeper into depths of hell. Your praise and love will keep the machine alive.
may i request v1 x reader somehow being the last human? idk?? i just want ultrakill stuff.... im famished, parched...... there's a wasteland of x readers here.... ill take legit anything
It's like Greed out here. A dry desert..burning sand,,,but I shall provide an oasis <3
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Hell was alive.
And unfortunately, it was much too late for humanity to realize that after they built a facility within its very mouth. They were doomed the moment they tried exploiting it for more energy...and mankind's extinction was inevitable.
But whether by cruel fate or divine intervention, you survived and decided to descend down into the fiery plane, straight into the factory.
Why? At this point, you don't even know. Maybe you wanted some thrills? Bloodshed? Revenge against the beasts of flesh and metal (and sometimes both) who took everything from you? Perhaps you were chasing after the slim hope that somehow another human could be alive down here?
Considering all the bodies you've passed thus far...that possibility had dropped to zero. Nada.
It might seem foolish to think you'd stand a chance against those monsters with the weapons you had. But you felt more than capable with your grappling hook and rifle.
In fact, many of the husks were able to be cut down with ease.
You started to think that almost nothing could stop you...
Until you crossed paths with a V1 machine who left even more carnage in their wake. Painting the walls with blood and gore, riddled with bullet holes.
Of course. Blood is all those machines craved nowadays. You pitied them. Their creators died, leaving them without purpose. Their depravity has caused them to turn on their own kind, as you discovered the hacked-up remains of a Swordsmachine near the elevator drop.
You fashioned the parts that weren't somehow damaged into armor for yourself, believing it would keep you well-protected.
But maybe that wasn't the best idea, considering that you met V1 face-to...erm..lens in Limbo, and their first instinct was to attack you.
After watching you snipe their gold coin out of the sky, they detect that you're actually human and not another Swordsmachine. So they give you a chance to explain your reasons for being here.
They were never given a voice, but simple gestures with their hands/wings and the whirring of their inner mechanisms helped them communicate to you that you're welcomed to accompany them.
Least to say..it starts off rocky.
They claim one of your kills, and you scowl, almost feeling insulted. You know they needed the blood, but...
"What the hell?!"
"They were aiming for your head." V1 gestures, not understanding what got you so upset.
"I would've got them first. Let's just get one thing straight: I may look like a soft and weak human to you, but I'm not. I don't need your protection all the time-"
Immediately after that statement, they grab you as a Cerberus comes to life and nearly crushes you flat.
Once it's dead, they look at you....but you just huff and say nothing more.
When they try to leave the corpse, however, you sigh and call them back over, teaching them how to utilize the blood better--and not just whatever happens to splatter onto them.
"If you feel like being my guard dog, fine. But it annoys me that you're willing to let all this blood go to waste. You'll definitely need more for the layers below."
V1 just nods and listens.
From there on, the alliance is more concrete. They do their part in protecting you when it really mattered, and you hold onto plenty of pints of blood in case they felt rundown.
The other machines have gone so rogue that they were willing to kill you, the last human alive, for temporary fuel. But they won't let that happen.
The only one who recognized you was V2, but honestly? She may as well be just as irrational as them, since she despises V1 with every wire in her body and she's NOT gonna listen to your attempts to resolve this peacefully.
Imagine how terrifying a yandere V1 would be. I feel like the existence of an afterlife would make this worse actually. His version of love would probably be so alien and terrifying to a normal human.
Like imagine dying to this lovesick machine that didn't know any better. He wants you so bad. So bad. and what better way to connect than by blood?
And that's all he knew, this obsession with you and the warm red substance in you. maybe he thought it would be sweet of him to have some to carry. A union of flesh and machine. If only for awhile.
So why are you screaming? Why is the light in your eyes fading? Why are you so cold....?
Its ok. it'll be fine. Humans have souls right? He can see you again! Whether it be heaven or hell he will find your soul, he will find it and make sure you will never leave him <3
[WARNING: ANGST, GN! READER, READERS TYPE(HUSK, HUMAN, MACHINE, ETC) IS NOT SPECIFIED, coding language from someone who doesnt code, A LITTLE MORE THAN CANON TYPICAL VIOLENCE, IMPLIED SUICIDE ATTEMPT ON V1’S PART, ROMANCE(?), HURT/LITTLE COMFORT, THIRD PERSON POV(terminals if u want to interpret it that way) it/its V1, Somewhat open ending]
V1 is in the cybergrind. Countless hours have been spent in this realm, if not training itself then keeping its mind idle. Radiance was stacked so high it could only discern its enemy by a loose shape.
Weapons fired and changed so quickly it could nearly imagine the heat if not for the virtual setting.
Wave 29
Wave 34
Wave 41
Wave 48
It was about to reach a new highest wave.
With a railcoin to an enraged cerberus’s head, the new round began.
Yet, as the world shifted to a rather flat terrain one would grow to expect, a chorus of noises began, bullets firing all around, a virtues beam hummed atop it. It immediately took to a hideous mass on a corner. When it had begun to convulse, a prelude to its demise, V1 turned its attention back to the enemies nearby.
V1 had registered it’s partner and the objective immediately became defending Y/N, leaping over the horde then using itself as a shield while it cut through the enemies. Red puddles had formed around V1 but Y/N was still standing on clean ground. Eventually all the enemies, which were focused on V1 regardless of the second being nearby, were slain. Those which had not been pulverized strung across the ground.
V1 turned to Y/N who was clearly frightened. How did they even get here? Surely they weren’t foolish enough to actually join V1’s intense battle.
V1 switched the revolver it held in one hand to the other, touching the side of Y/N’s face. They leaned into it, looking up at it like it’d provide some sign everything would be ok, that they could leave. When V1 seemed just as confused, Y/N came forward and hugged the machine. More a tactic to be protected than to be comforted.
Currently they were in stagnation. It wasn’t paused, the timer at the top still ticked. V1 saw the cause right beneath.
TIME: 29:39.879
WAVE: 49
ENEMIES LEFT: 1
There were no enemies, V1 could see all around. Only bodies remained.
There was no one but Y/N.
There was no internal conflict. There was no moral conflict. V1’s objective returned to the one before, reach the highest wave possible. Kill all enemies, and now Y/N was apart of that group.
V1 wrapped its arms around Y/N, its gun weilding hand rose to the back of their head.
…
They were a particularly weak enemy, it only took one bullet.
The voices of the terminals viewing V1’s performance began to start. Laughing and clapping, an entertained crowd.
It only took a millisecond of seeing the body on the ground for clarity to set in. V1 shot its partner without a second thought, suddenly it jumped away as if the sudden surge of feelings it was experiencing was attached to them.
Is that all it took? Just a small redirection of motive? Of course this wasn’t real but V1’s actions were not affected in the slightest.
The laughter only got louder, V1 backed against a wall, it attempted to throw its weapons away from itself but its core programming wouldn’t allow it. It shook its hands around wildly but its grip only tightened around the weapon. It wanted to make itself safe, it couldn’t hurt them if it had nothing to hurt themselves with.
The new wave had begun, V1 was extremely ill prepared and thus torn apart by demons and husks.
A scoreboard was displayed in its vision, V1 quickly disregarded it and returned to actuality
It was hooked up to a terminal in a small room, in a corner the true Y/N was asleep. It hastily unplugged itself, failed to access its weapons on the terminal screen then turned back to Y/N
It began quietly moving over to them before crawling into their arms. They clumsily placed an arm over the machine which curled up beside them.
They were peaceful, weak and timid in V1’s eye. V1 could rip them to shreds without a second thought and technically it did.
Silently V1 attempted something it hadn’t considered before. It had to make itself safe, it could not hurt Y/N, it could not allow itself to make a mistake like that.
note: i have not written fanfic in so long, so i am sorry if this sucks. it just hit me that a lot of people headcanon v1 to sound like the s.a.m voice synthesizer and i do love daisy bell sung by that same synthesizer. i use he/they for v1 in this fanfic as well. reader does not speak/is gender neutral. can also be read as either platonic or romantic. enjoy!
It saddened you whenever those memories came back. They were crucial to who you were now, a soul left to wander in the in-between; Limbo. But as much as you tried to remember anything, it was nothing pleasant. Just the bloody, somber remnants of a life that was cut short. You shake your head, looking at the fake digital sky. You weren't sure how technology worked this well; you were born much, much earlier before V1's creation. He had tried to explain it as well as he could but it was hard to grasp such advanced information, like what was a "photon".
You sighed as you continued to watch the clouds on the faux grass, a nagging feeling residing in your heart; lodged deep into the flesh like V1's bullets when they shoot their gun at a husk. You shake your head; you feel those memories come up again. You want it to stop, you tell yourself to stop, but it doesn't. You clutch your head, face contorted in slight pain, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" You hear a familiar robotic tone from above, that voice being the much needed clarity to separate you from those memories. You open your eyes to meet V1's singular eye, his camera lens that shined with a amber glow. He's back from one of his regular trips around Hell. You briefly relax for a moment before that same tenseness sinks into you once more. you softly frown and sigh, shaking your head "no" against the faux grass.
"WHAT IS... THE MATTER?" V1 tilted his head at you slightly in curiousity; he isn't exactly equipped to handle... the intricacies human nature provides. At least he is willing to try for your humanly sake. You sit up, V1 moving back to give you space. His elongated head gave you shade from the fake sun, making it easier to gaze up at him. You explain quietly that you keep getting flashbacks of your life when you were alive. It was driving you crazy, you just wanted it to stop. All you wanted was to remember something good from your life then.
And that's when it hit you; V1 should be equipped with a database of human civilization's history, no? Deciding to test this.. theory out, you ask him sheepishly if he could sing a song for you. In hopes of jogging your memories, that is. A faint blush resides on your face. He tilts his head at you once more, although you cannot read exactly how he feels about your daring question. "I CANNOT SING LIKE A HUMAN DOES." He stated. You shake your head, explaining to him it's alright if he can't sing as well as a human.
"WHAT SONG DO I SING?" He asks, not sure what to do. Not like anyone before you asked a machine meant for killing to sing for them. You can't remember the title of the song, only that it had to do with a bicycle... and a carriage. So you tell V1 those two words and they immediately start looking for a song, paragraphs upon paragraphs showing on his camera lense.
You look at his lense in awe; you might have known him for some time now, but it never ceases to amaze just how advanced technology became decades upon decades past your time. Eventually his lens clears up; it seems the song has been found. He starts to sing your request.
"DAISY, DAISY,
GIVE ME YOUR ANSWER, DO."
Your face contorts in an gentle expression of bitterness sadness; the nostalgia hitting you hard in your heart. You turn your head away from V1, not wanting to bother him more than you already feel you are. This melody sounds so familiar, yet you can't put your finger on it.
"I'M HALF CRAZY,
ALL FOR THE LOVE OF YOU."
You close your eyes, trying to get a sense of why you feel this way over a song. You can feel something vague in your mind, something that was locked up deep in your mind. You try to focus on that memory, trying to force it to show itself.
"IT WON'T BE A STYLISH MARRIAGE,
I CAN'T AFFORD A CARRIAGE."
V1 continues to sing that sweet, cursed melody as you struggle to figure out why. it affects you so. But then it hits you. Oh, how it hits you. A young child witnessing on tv the first computer to sing a song: Daisy Bell. You remember swaying to the gentle melody the computer sings, a faint smile on your face as you danced in front of your broken down tv. A small star within the endless night sky that was the war.
"BUT YOU'LL LOOK SWEET UPON THE SEAT
OF A BICYCLE BUILT FOR TWO."
V1 finishes and he looks at you blankly, but you could tell he was concerned. You tell him it's alright, you just remembered something that wasn't about the war. You tell him that song he sang was a song from your childhood, how it was the first ever song to be sung by a computer. You smile faintly yet warmly at the rather cute realization; the voice synthesizer the computer uses is just like V1's synthesizer. You tell him that.
"MY VOICE SOUNDS... LIKE THAT?" He asked as he points at himself, sitting down next to you. You nod your head, smiling faintly. You have a faint blush on your face; another idea passes you. You ask him once more if he could sing that song for you once more. You enjoyed it quite so.
He tilts his head once more; you could tell there was slight affection in the tilting of his head, the way he sits next to you. He lets out a beep of approval, singing the melody once more. Except this time, you sing along with them. The memories of the war don't bother you as much anymore.
