The Inventor

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[thedrjackal]

The Inventor is deceased.

[thedrjackal]

The door to the lab collapses to the floor. Toji leans himself to the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest.

yo.

Alright, fine, he's showing off a bit, what about it? He just broke through a security system and slammed down a huge ass metal door with his bare hands - he's got all the right to show off.

The Inventor squeaks in surprise, jumping up. The lab room is dark, lit by computer lights. One of the screens has red text on it.

'Primary Objective: Kill Toji Fushiguro.'

Nanami of all people is trapped in a cage in the corner.

The Inventor adjusts his tie.

"I presume this means 006 has failed in its mission. How pathetic."

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

Toji just looks at Dr. Jackal for a long moment before snorting.

ay, seven-three, you remember power rangers? don't he look like the goons that come with villains, the ones that blow up?

Nanami pushes his glasses back up his nose.

I've been saying, the colour scheme is off putting.

[thedrjackal]

"Power rangers?"

The Inventor huffs before pressing a button, causing a hook to rapidly descent from the ceiling and pick Toji up by the back of his shirt claw machine style.

"How rude."

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

hey, no, don't–

Toji's feet don't even get off the floor. The shirt rips off immediately though, making him groan and rub his face. He's already taking a sword out of his worm.

Nanami simply looks away.

Great, you just destroyed his only outfit.

[thedrjackal]

Jackal huffs, sitting back on another piece of machinery that lifts him up, out of Toji’s reach.

“Even my art is pathetic. You’re all muscles, and weight. 006 is an even bigger disappointment than 004.”

The floor starts to buzz with electricity, sending jolts through the two men.

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

ah, so you're but a pathetic piece of shit, huh? no wonder you'd hide your fa–

He's cut off by his own short yelp. The electricity doesn't affect Toji as much as it hurts Nanami, but somehow he just grits his teeth and keeps it in. How creepy.

motherfucker.

Out of reach his ass. Nothing is out of Toji's reach, specially after Belial's 'modification'. He sets himself in a stance. One moment he's there, the next he's in the air, and further next he's stabbing the Inventor's side.

this ain't gonna kill you, don't you dare whine.

[thedrjackal]

The Inventor topples off the rope to the floor, inadvertently shocking himself for a few seconds before quickly turning the electricity off. A knife sticks out of his side as he pushes himself up, gasping for air. His mask had cracked open on impact. Blood slowly leaks down his face, matting his hair.

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

gross.

Toji groans and grimaces. He crouches down to an eye level with Jackal, face dead serious.

listen very carefully. i'm gonna kill ya, that's a final. if you do as i say, im'ma make it very, very quick. if you don't fuckin' cooperate, you and i are both staying here for a weak. you'll beg for death, and won't get it. i'll keep you alive until you do as asked anyway. so go ahead, asshole. choose. your. fate.

[thedrjackal]

The Inventor scrambles back before wincing at the pain of the knife in his side.

“Fuck, no no no no no, fucking magic FREAK!”

He moves back again, but there’s nowhere left to go but the metal walls of the room. He scrambles for his handgun, pointing it at Toji.

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

that's pretty fuckin' disrespectful.

He has to move maybe a couple foots to kick the handgun away. No need of that, he's got a bigger gun. Heh.

you done yet?

[thedrjackal]

The Inventor winces again before getting woozy from pain. For such a ‘powerful man,’ he seems quite weak.

“Fine, what do you need me to build?”

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

fix Vi.

He lets the worm on a table so it can regurgitate Vi. Kento grimaces in disapproval.

You stored it in the worm?

well, where else would i shove it, my ass?

Toji looks at Jackal again.

give it everything you prevented it from having. freedom. feelings. empathy. choice. and don't even try to monologue again or i'll slit your damn tongue.

[thedrjackal]

The robot glitches weakly on the table, sparking.

Jackal grumbles, but starts to code, wincing every few seconds. He hates this, but maybe his plans for 007 will be better. And 004 is still on the back burner.

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

Kento and Toji are having a stare off in the background.

...where's your clever?

Home.

what's it doin' at home?

Well, forgive me for not carrying a bottomless cursed pit in my stomach.

not forgiven.

Tell him to let me out.

i think you look plenty good in an electric cage.

Tell him to keep Vi's memories and return the erased ones.

Toji would toy with the brat more if he himself wasn't an erased memory.

ya hear that, Sheldon?

'Sheldon' like in Big Bang Theory?

no. Sheldon like in spongebob.

[thedrjackal]

The screens shut down for a few seconds before a little graphic of a top hat appears on all the screens, inside a loading wheel.

The Inventor tries to code, but he’s just been locked out of the system.

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

Toji blinks and looks back at the screen. Nanami looks at it too. Neither of them understand shit. Toji is already drawing out a blade again.

....what the fuck did you do..?

[thedrjackal]

“I deleted 006’s primary objective, and the damn thing locked me out of the system!”

The Inventor slams his fist into the table.

Another thing pops up at the bottom of the screen.

Estimated time for download: 00:01:17

[thedrjackal]

The door to the lab collapses to the floor. Toji leans himself to the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest.

yo.

Alright, fine, he's showing off a bit, what about it? He just broke through a security system and slammed down a huge ass metal door with his bare hands - he's got all the right to show off.

The Inventor squeaks in surprise, jumping up. The lab room is dark, lit by computer lights. One of the screens has red text on it.

'Primary Objective: Kill Toji Fushiguro.'

Nanami of all people is trapped in a cage in the corner.

The Inventor adjusts his tie.

"I presume this means 006 has failed in its mission. How pathetic."

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

Toji just looks at Dr. Jackal for a long moment before snorting.

ay, seven-three, you remember power rangers? don't he look like the goons that come with villains, the ones that blow up?

Nanami pushes his glasses back up his nose.

I've been saying, the colour scheme is off putting.

[thedrjackal]

"Power rangers?"

The Inventor huffs before pressing a button, causing a hook to rapidly descent from the ceiling and pick Toji up by the back of his shirt claw machine style.

"How rude."

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

hey, no, don't–

Toji's feet don't even get off the floor. The shirt rips off immediately though, making him groan and rub his face. He's already taking a sword out of his worm.

Nanami simply looks away.

Great, you just destroyed his only outfit.

[thedrjackal]

Jackal huffs, sitting back on another piece of machinery that lifts him up, out of Toji’s reach.

“Even my art is pathetic. You’re all muscles, and weight. 006 is an even bigger disappointment than 004.”

The floor starts to buzz with electricity, sending jolts through the two men.

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

ah, so you're but a pathetic piece of shit, huh? no wonder you'd hide your fa–

He's cut off by his own short yelp. The electricity doesn't affect Toji as much as it hurts Nanami, but somehow he just grits his teeth and keeps it in. How creepy.

motherfucker.

Out of reach his ass. Nothing is out of Toji's reach, specially after Belial's 'modification'. He sets himself in a stance. One moment he's there, the next he's in the air, and further next he's stabbing the Inventor's side.

this ain't gonna kill you, don't you dare whine.

[thedrjackal]

The Inventor topples off the rope to the floor, inadvertently shocking himself for a few seconds before quickly turning the electricity off. A knife sticks out of his side as he pushes himself up, gasping for air. His mask had cracked open on impact. Blood slowly leaks down his face, matting his hair.

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

gross.

Toji groans and grimaces. He crouches down to an eye level with Jackal, face dead serious.

listen very carefully. i'm gonna kill ya, that's a final. if you do as i say, im'ma make it very, very quick. if you don't fuckin' cooperate, you and i are both staying here for a weak. you'll beg for death, and won't get it. i'll keep you alive until you do as asked anyway. so go ahead, asshole. choose. your. fate.

[thedrjackal]

The Inventor scrambles back before wincing at the pain of the knife in his side.

“Fuck, no no no no no, fucking magic FREAK!”

He moves back again, but there’s nowhere left to go but the metal walls of the room. He scrambles for his handgun, pointing it at Toji.

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

that's pretty fuckin' disrespectful.

He has to move maybe a couple foots to kick the handgun away. No need of that, he's got a bigger gun. Heh.

you done yet?

[thedrjackal]

The Inventor winces again before getting woozy from pain. For such a ‘powerful man,’ he seems quite weak.

“Fine, what do you need me to build?”

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

fix Vi.

He lets the worm on a table so it can regurgitate Vi. Kento grimaces in disapproval.

You stored it in the worm?

well, where else would i shove it, my ass?

Toji looks at Jackal again.

give it everything you prevented it from having. freedom. feelings. empathy. choice. and don't even try to monologue again or i'll slit your damn tongue.

[thedrjackal]

The robot glitches weakly on the table, sparking.

Jackal grumbles, but starts to code, wincing every few seconds. He hates this, but maybe his plans for 007 will be better. And 004 is still on the back burner.

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

Kento and Toji are having a stare off in the background.

...where's your clever?

Home.

what's it doin' at home?

Well, forgive me for not carrying a bottomless cursed pit in my stomach.

not forgiven.

Tell him to let me out.

i think you look plenty good in an electric cage.

Tell him to keep Vi's memories and return the erased ones.

Toji would toy with the brat more if he himself wasn't an erased memory.

ya hear that, Sheldon?

'Sheldon' like in Big Bang Theory?

no. Sheldon like in spongebob.

[thedrjackal]

The screens shut down for a few seconds before a little graphic of a top hat appears on all the screens, inside a loading wheel.

The Inventor tries to code, but he’s just been locked out of the system.

[thedrjackal]

The door to the lab collapses to the floor. Toji leans himself to the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest.

yo.

Alright, fine, he's showing off a bit, what about it? He just broke through a security system and slammed down a huge ass metal door with his bare hands - he's got all the right to show off.

The Inventor squeaks in surprise, jumping up. The lab room is dark, lit by computer lights. One of the screens has red text on it.

'Primary Objective: Kill Toji Fushiguro.'

Nanami of all people is trapped in a cage in the corner.

The Inventor adjusts his tie.

"I presume this means 006 has failed in its mission. How pathetic."

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

Toji just looks at Dr. Jackal for a long moment before snorting.

ay, seven-three, you remember power rangers? don't he look like the goons that come with villains, the ones that blow up?

Nanami pushes his glasses back up his nose.

I've been saying, the colour scheme is off putting.

[thedrjackal]

"Power rangers?"

The Inventor huffs before pressing a button, causing a hook to rapidly descent from the ceiling and pick Toji up by the back of his shirt claw machine style.

"How rude."

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

hey, no, don't–

Toji's feet don't even get off the floor. The shirt rips off immediately though, making him groan and rub his face. He's already taking a sword out of his worm.

Nanami simply looks away.

Great, you just destroyed his only outfit.

[thedrjackal]

Jackal huffs, sitting back on another piece of machinery that lifts him up, out of Toji’s reach.

“Even my art is pathetic. You’re all muscles, and weight. 006 is an even bigger disappointment than 004.”

The floor starts to buzz with electricity, sending jolts through the two men.

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

ah, so you're but a pathetic piece of shit, huh? no wonder you'd hide your fa–

He's cut off by his own short yelp. The electricity doesn't affect Toji as much as it hurts Nanami, but somehow he just grits his teeth and keeps it in. How creepy.

motherfucker.

Out of reach his ass. Nothing is out of Toji's reach, specially after Belial's 'modification'. He sets himself in a stance. One moment he's there, the next he's in the air, and further next he's stabbing the Inventor's side.

this ain't gonna kill you, don't you dare whine.

[thedrjackal]

The Inventor topples off the rope to the floor, inadvertently shocking himself for a few seconds before quickly turning the electricity off. A knife sticks out of his side as he pushes himself up, gasping for air. His mask had cracked open on impact. Blood slowly leaks down his face, matting his hair.

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

gross.

Toji groans and grimaces. He crouches down to an eye level with Jackal, face dead serious.

listen very carefully. i'm gonna kill ya, that's a final. if you do as i say, im'ma make it very, very quick. if you don't fuckin' cooperate, you and i are both staying here for a weak. you'll beg for death, and won't get it. i'll keep you alive until you do as asked anyway. so go ahead, asshole. choose. your. fate.

[thedrjackal]

The Inventor scrambles back before wincing at the pain of the knife in his side.

“Fuck, no no no no no, fucking magic FREAK!”

He moves back again, but there’s nowhere left to go but the metal walls of the room. He scrambles for his handgun, pointing it at Toji.

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

that's pretty fuckin' disrespectful.

He has to move maybe a couple foots to kick the handgun away. No need of that, he's got a bigger gun. Heh.

you done yet?

[thedrjackal]

The Inventor winces again before getting woozy from pain. For such a ‘powerful man,’ he seems quite weak.

“Fine, what do you need me to build?”

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

fix Vi.

He lets the worm on a table so it can regurgitate Vi. Kento grimaces in disapproval.

You stored it in the worm?

well, where else would i shove it, my ass?

Toji looks at Jackal again.

give it everything you prevented it from having. freedom. feelings. empathy. choice. and don't even try to monologue again or i'll slit your damn tongue.

[thedrjackal]

The robot glitches weakly on the table, sparking.

Jackal grumbles, but starts to code, wincing every few seconds. He hates this, but maybe his plans for 007 will be better. And 004 is still on the back burner.

[thedrjackal]

The door to the lab collapses to the floor. Toji leans himself to the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest.

yo.

Alright, fine, he's showing off a bit, what about it? He just broke through a security system and slammed down a huge ass metal door with his bare hands - he's got all the right to show off.

The Inventor squeaks in surprise, jumping up. The lab room is dark, lit by computer lights. One of the screens has red text on it.

'Primary Objective: Kill Toji Fushiguro.'

Nanami of all people is trapped in a cage in the corner.

The Inventor adjusts his tie.

"I presume this means 006 has failed in its mission. How pathetic."

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

Toji just looks at Dr. Jackal for a long moment before snorting.

ay, seven-three, you remember power rangers? don't he look like the goons that come with villains, the ones that blow up?

Nanami pushes his glasses back up his nose.

I've been saying, the colour scheme is off putting.

[thedrjackal]

"Power rangers?"

The Inventor huffs before pressing a button, causing a hook to rapidly descent from the ceiling and pick Toji up by the back of his shirt claw machine style.

"How rude."

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

hey, no, don't–

Toji's feet don't even get off the floor. The shirt rips off immediately though, making him groan and rub his face. He's already taking a sword out of his worm.

Nanami simply looks away.

Great, you just destroyed his only outfit.

[thedrjackal]

Jackal huffs, sitting back on another piece of machinery that lifts him up, out of Toji’s reach.

“Even my art is pathetic. You’re all muscles, and weight. 006 is an even bigger disappointment than 004.”

The floor starts to buzz with electricity, sending jolts through the two men.

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

ah, so you're but a pathetic piece of shit, huh? no wonder you'd hide your fa–

He's cut off by his own short yelp. The electricity doesn't affect Toji as much as it hurts Nanami, but somehow he just grits his teeth and keeps it in. How creepy.

motherfucker.

Out of reach his ass. Nothing is out of Toji's reach, specially after Belial's 'modification'. He sets himself in a stance. One moment he's there, the next he's in the air, and further next he's stabbing the Inventor's side.

this ain't gonna kill you, don't you dare whine.

[thedrjackal]

The Inventor topples off the rope to the floor, inadvertently shocking himself for a few seconds before quickly turning the electricity off. A knife sticks out of his side as he pushes himself up, gasping for air. His mask had cracked open on impact. Blood slowly leaks down his face, matting his hair.

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

gross.

Toji groans and grimaces. He crouches down to an eye level with Jackal, face dead serious.

listen very carefully. i'm gonna kill ya, that's a final. if you do as i say, im'ma make it very, very quick. if you don't fuckin' cooperate, you and i are both staying here for a weak. you'll beg for death, and won't get it. i'll keep you alive until you do as asked anyway. so go ahead, asshole. choose. your. fate.

[thedrjackal]

The Inventor scrambles back before wincing at the pain of the knife in his side.

“Fuck, no no no no no, fucking magic FREAK!”

He moves back again, but there’s nowhere left to go but the metal walls of the room. He scrambles for his handgun, pointing it at Toji.

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

that's pretty fuckin' disrespectful.

He has to move maybe a couple foots to kick the handgun away. No need of that, he's got a bigger gun. Heh.

you done yet?

[thedrjackal]

The Inventor winces again before getting woozy from pain. For such a ‘powerful man,’ he seems quite weak.

“Fine, what do you need me to build?”

[thedrjackal]

The door to the lab collapses to the floor. Toji leans himself to the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest.

yo.

Alright, fine, he's showing off a bit, what about it? He just broke through a security system and slammed down a huge ass metal door with his bare hands - he's got all the right to show off.

The Inventor squeaks in surprise, jumping up. The lab room is dark, lit by computer lights. One of the screens has red text on it.

'Primary Objective: Kill Toji Fushiguro.'

Nanami of all people is trapped in a cage in the corner.

The Inventor adjusts his tie.

"I presume this means 006 has failed in its mission. How pathetic."

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

Toji just looks at Dr. Jackal for a long moment before snorting.

ay, seven-three, you remember power rangers? don't he look like the goons that come with villains, the ones that blow up?

Nanami pushes his glasses back up his nose.

I've been saying, the colour scheme is off putting.

[thedrjackal]

"Power rangers?"

The Inventor huffs before pressing a button, causing a hook to rapidly descent from the ceiling and pick Toji up by the back of his shirt claw machine style.

"How rude."

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

hey, no, don't–

Toji's feet don't even get off the floor. The shirt rips off immediately though, making him groan and rub his face. He's already taking a sword out of his worm.

Nanami simply looks away.

Great, you just destroyed his only outfit.

[thedrjackal]

Jackal huffs, sitting back on another piece of machinery that lifts him up, out of Toji’s reach.

“Even my art is pathetic. You’re all muscles, and weight. 006 is an even bigger disappointment than 004.”

The floor starts to buzz with electricity, sending jolts through the two men.

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

ah, so you're but a pathetic piece of shit, huh? no wonder you'd hide your fa–

He's cut off by his own short yelp. The electricity doesn't affect Toji as much as it hurts Nanami, but somehow he just grits his teeth and keeps it in. How creepy.

motherfucker.

Out of reach his ass. Nothing is out of Toji's reach, specially after Belial's 'modification'. He sets himself in a stance. One moment he's there, the next he's in the air, and further next he's stabbing the Inventor's side.

this ain't gonna kill you, don't you dare whine.

[thedrjackal]

The Inventor topples off the rope to the floor, inadvertently shocking himself for a few seconds before quickly turning the electricity off. A knife sticks out of his side as he pushes himself up, gasping for air. His mask had cracked open on impact. Blood slowly leaks down his face, matting his hair.

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

gross.

Toji groans and grimaces. He crouches down to an eye level with Jackal, face dead serious.

listen very carefully. i'm gonna kill ya, that's a final. if you do as i say, im'ma make it very, very quick. if you don't fuckin' cooperate, you and i are both staying here for a weak. you'll beg for death, and won't get it. i'll keep you alive until you do as asked anyway. so go ahead, asshole. choose. your. fate.

[thedrjackal]

The Inventor scrambles back before wincing at the pain of the knife in his side.

“Fuck, no no no no no, fucking magic FREAK!”

He moves back again, but there’s nowhere left to go but the metal walls of the room. He scrambles for his handgun, pointing it at Toji.

[thedrjackal]

The door to the lab collapses to the floor. Toji leans himself to the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest.

yo.

Alright, fine, he's showing off a bit, what about it? He just broke through a security system and slammed down a huge ass metal door with his bare hands - he's got all the right to show off.

The Inventor squeaks in surprise, jumping up. The lab room is dark, lit by computer lights. One of the screens has red text on it.

'Primary Objective: Kill Toji Fushiguro.'

Nanami of all people is trapped in a cage in the corner.

The Inventor adjusts his tie.

"I presume this means 006 has failed in its mission. How pathetic."

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

Toji just looks at Dr. Jackal for a long moment before snorting.

ay, seven-three, you remember power rangers? don't he look like the goons that come with villains, the ones that blow up?

Nanami pushes his glasses back up his nose.

I've been saying, the colour scheme is off putting.

[thedrjackal]

"Power rangers?"

The Inventor huffs before pressing a button, causing a hook to rapidly descent from the ceiling and pick Toji up by the back of his shirt claw machine style.

"How rude."

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

hey, no, don't–

Toji's feet don't even get off the floor. The shirt rips off immediately though, making him groan and rub his face. He's already taking a sword out of his worm.

Nanami simply looks away.

Great, you just destroyed his only outfit.

[thedrjackal]

Jackal huffs, sitting back on another piece of machinery that lifts him up, out of Toji’s reach.

“Even my art is pathetic. You’re all muscles, and weight. 006 is an even bigger disappointment than 004.”

The floor starts to buzz with electricity, sending jolts through the two men.

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

ah, so you're but a pathetic piece of shit, huh? no wonder you'd hide your fa–

He's cut off by his own short yelp. The electricity doesn't affect Toji as much as it hurts Nanami, but somehow he just grits his teeth and keeps it in. How creepy.

motherfucker.

Out of reach his ass. Nothing is out of Toji's reach, specially after Belial's 'modification'. He sets himself in a stance. One moment he's there, the next he's in the air, and further next he's stabbing the Inventor's side.

this ain't gonna kill you, don't you dare whine.

[thedrjackal]

The Inventor topples off the rope to the floor, inadvertently shocking himself for a few seconds before quickly turning the electricity off. A knife sticks out of his side as he pushes himself up, gasping for air. His mask had cracked open on impact. Blood slowly leaks down his face, matting his hair.

[thedrjackal]

The door to the lab collapses to the floor. Toji leans himself to the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest.

yo.

Alright, fine, he's showing off a bit, what about it? He just broke through a security system and slammed down a huge ass metal door with his bare hands - he's got all the right to show off.

The Inventor squeaks in surprise, jumping up. The lab room is dark, lit by computer lights. One of the screens has red text on it.

'Primary Objective: Kill Toji Fushiguro.'

Nanami of all people is trapped in a cage in the corner.

The Inventor adjusts his tie.

"I presume this means 006 has failed in its mission. How pathetic."

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

Toji just looks at Dr. Jackal for a long moment before snorting.

ay, seven-three, you remember power rangers? don't he look like the goons that come with villains, the ones that blow up?

Nanami pushes his glasses back up his nose.

I've been saying, the colour scheme is off putting.

[thedrjackal]

"Power rangers?"

The Inventor huffs before pressing a button, causing a hook to rapidly descent from the ceiling and pick Toji up by the back of his shirt claw machine style.

"How rude."

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

hey, no, don't–

Toji's feet don't even get off the floor. The shirt rips off immediately though, making him groan and rub his face. He's already taking a sword out of his worm.

Nanami simply looks away.

Great, you just destroyed his only outfit.

[thedrjackal]

Jackal huffs, sitting back on another piece of machinery that lifts him up, out of Toji’s reach.

“Even my art is pathetic. You’re all muscles, and weight. 006 is an even bigger disappointment than 004.”

The floor starts to buzz with electricity, sending jolts through the two men.

[thedrjackal]

The door to the lab collapses to the floor. Toji leans himself to the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest.

yo.

Alright, fine, he's showing off a bit, what about it? He just broke through a security system and slammed down a huge ass metal door with his bare hands - he's got all the right to show off.

The Inventor squeaks in surprise, jumping up. The lab room is dark, lit by computer lights. One of the screens has red text on it.

'Primary Objective: Kill Toji Fushiguro.'

Nanami of all people is trapped in a cage in the corner.

The Inventor adjusts his tie.

"I presume this means 006 has failed in its mission. How pathetic."

[unlessyoupayme-deactivated20251]

Toji just looks at Dr. Jackal for a long moment before snorting.

ay, seven-three, you remember power rangers? don't he look like the goons that come with villains, the ones that blow up?

Nanami pushes his glasses back up his nose.

I've been saying, the colour scheme is off putting.

[thedrjackal]

"Power rangers?"

The Inventor huffs before pressing a button, causing a hook to rapidly descent from the ceiling and pick Toji up by the back of his shirt claw machine style.

"How rude."

[thedrjackal]

The door to the lab collapses to the floor. Toji leans himself to the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest.

yo.

Alright, fine, he's showing off a bit, what about it? He just broke through a security system and slammed down a huge ass metal door with his bare hands - he's got all the right to show off.

The Inventor squeaks in surprise, jumping up. The lab room is dark, lit by computer lights. One of the screens has red text on it.

'Primary Objective: Kill Toji Fushiguro.'

Nanami of all people is trapped in a cage in the corner.

The Inventor adjusts his tie.

"I presume this means 006 has failed in its mission. How pathetic."

[thedrjackal]

OOC: just put the ask here @unlessyoupayme the askbox is a bitch today

[belialthehighest-deactivated202]

admin for @thedrjackal here. his base is located at 33.966701, 131.508974, on saba island

Ah, thank you.

@unlessyoupayme

[thedrjackal]

OOC: lowkey i just picked some random ass little island in japan 💀🙏

[ratiomin]

[it's happening again chat nanami is having a tea party with cute animals on one hand and is locked in an electric cage on the other 🔥🔥🗣️🗣️]

[thedrjackal]

OOC: shi that's my bad fr

[ratiomin]

A rip in reality forms, and Vi reaches out and swipes Nanami's cleaver off the table. That's odd, it just sharpened the thing a couple of weeks ago.

-⚙️

He notices but doesn't think much of it, assuming it just wanted to pass time and will drop the cleaver back soon enough. Maybe pay a little visit, he'd like that.

[violetgears]

Vi pops back a few minutes later, slicing open reality to put the cleaver back on the table before shyly staring at Nanami through the gap.

[ratiomin]

He tilts his head.

Vi? Is everything alright? You took the cleaver twice this week.

[violetgears]

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

Vi's voice has a suspicious lilt to it.

[ratiomin]

His eyes narrow slightly. It clicks almost immediately - You will now be removed from 006's database. He understands now, and is almost certain this pattern will continue to repeat itself.

Ah... well, I do. You're Vi, right?

[violetgears]

"Yeah."

The robot nods.

"Wait, do you do makeup content on YouTube? That must be where I know you from!"

[ratiomin]

He looks at his cleaver, and then back at Vi.

Uh, no. No, I don't make content. You know me-

From the friendship board? He wonders if he does exist on there anymore.

...because you sharpened my cleaver before.

[violetgears]

"Did I?"

Vi tilts its head, mimicking human confusion. The gesture allows Nanami to see the friendship board on the other wall of the workshop, and that he has disappeared from it.

"There was something familiar about the previous job on the weapon, but I'm sure you would be in my database if I had done something before."

[ratiomin]

Right, of course.

He doesn't want to confuse them. And is that the sorcerer killer he's seeing on the board-

Well. Did you do it this time, then?

[violetgears]

“It was already freshly sharpened.”

Vi glitches, sparking a bit.

“Who- Who are you?”

The robot seems unstable.

[ratiomin]

His blinks, gaze softening. The re-information might overwhelm Vi's system, he assumes. So he changes the approach all the way.

...I... am Atsuya Kusakabe.

It's the first name he could think of.

[violetgears]

Vi leans in.

“Do you have anything I can fix for you, Atsuya? Someone told me I should always ask before fixing people’s things. Who was that person…”

Vi ponders a bit, leaning on the gap in reality as if it were a windowsill.

[ratiomin]

Kento swallows softly. His voice is thicker when he speaks,

No, not at the moment. Thank you for asking.

[violetgears]

Vi pulls back from the gap.

“Sorry for disturbing you, Nanam-“

Vi glitches, and something clatters to the workshop floor.

“YOU ARE NOT WHO YOU SAY YOU ARE.”

[ratiomin]

His eyebrows lift up slowly. Alright, maybe it wasn't reliable solution after all.

Is that so? Who do you think I am, then?

[violetgears]

Vi’s main body falls to its knees, glitching repeatedly.

“I-”

“I do not know-“

“Friend-”

“Where are you? Where are you? Wh-“

“Sharpen your cleaver-“

“Nanammmmmmmm…”

It trails off into a buzzing sound.

[ratiomin]

Crap-

He steps through the portal and supports Vi by the shoulders, looking around the workshop for something, anything, to help it. Not that he has any idea of what he's doing.

Vi. Vi, it's me. I am Nanami, I am your friend. You're right, I'm not Atsuya. You sharpen my weapon. I told you to ask before taking people's stuff. Don't glitch on me, please, tell me how to help you, give me something.

[violetgears]

Vi is hot to the touch. Its fans are working overtime. It's as if the workshop itself is bathed in an unbearable heat. The steam billowing out of Vi's main body starts to turn to smoke. An alarm starts to beep. The robot is too hot for Nanami to keep touching without burning himself.

"S-S-Shut-"

"Nanami-"

"Ask first-"

"Morrigan is injured-"

"I am 006-"

"006"

Vi keeps glitching. It starts to repeat a set of coordinates.

"33.966701, 131.508974"

"33.966701, 131.508974"

"33.966701, 131.508974"

"33.966701, 131.508974"

[ratiomin]

He lets go of the shoulders once the body grows too hot for him to touch, hissing and shaking his hands. He looks around the workshop in utter panic. This was bad, really bad.

But even as he covers his nose and mouth with his forearm because of the smoke and coughs against it, he pulls out his phone and types down the digits.

Fearing that the portal might close off, he moves to step out of it, but pauses midway. He looks back at Vi's mechanical body. "Shut..." Was it asking for him to shut it down? If so, how does he do that?

[violetgears]

"-nami-"

"it hurt-"

"The room is quickly filling with smoke. Vi's main body is starting to melt, silicone and metal dripping to the ground. It reaches a hand out for a red button with a glass cover on it, but the button is much too far.

"please"

[ratiomin]

Kento gaze follows the direction, having some difficulty to see through the smoke, but the color does the trick. He ignores the heat and smoke altogether when he dashes through it, practically punching the glass to press the button hastily.

[violetgears]

Everything shuts off. The rip in reality snaps shut, trapping Nanami in the now dark room. The smoke slowly begins to clear, revealing the blinking red light of a camera in the corner of the space.

[ratiomin]

He feels his heart beating so hard it reaches his ears. Looking around, the blinking seems to be the only source of light. He wants to check in on Vi but nothing is visible.

[thedrjackal]

A gash in reality opens up beneath Nanami, dropping him into a cage. A man gets up from a desk chair, clothed in a suit. There is a black mask covering his face with a glowing green X on it. He picks up a metal stick, spinning it between white-gloved hands.

“You ruined His experiment.”

[ratiomin]

Kento holds his cool... for the most part. He eyes the metal stick warily, and when he looks at the masked man, his right eye seriously twitches.

Your aesthetics seemed to be designed by a seven year old. Would you stop appearing mysterious and get to the point already?

[thedrjackal]

The doctor grumbles, jabbing the stick at Nanami through the bars of the cage. When it touches him, it delivers a powerful electric shock. Not enough to kill, but enough to really hurt. Ah. Taser stick.

[ratiomin]

He flinches quite hard, but that's about it. He'd assumed what the stick was at the mere sight of it.

Oh, how original. Let me guess, the cage bars are electrocuted as well.

[thedrjackal]

“Very good!” he mocks, clapping his hands.

He ponders for a bit, sitting down.

“You and your friend are very hard to crack. I suppose that’s what I get for introducing uncontrolled variables into this equation.”

[ratiomin]

My... friend?

Jesus Christ, he can't possibly be speaking of the sorcerer killer as Nanami's friend. He'd deliberately touch the cage bar.

[thedrjackal]

“Yes. Toji Fushiguro.”

The masked figure turns away, to one of his many computers.

“I had 006 put a tracker on him. Let’s see where he is…”

[ratiomin]

On second thought, maybe he wouldn't taze himself over Fushiguro.

Fushiguro isn't my friend. And knowing him, he's not Vi's, either. He gets paid for killing, and that is all there is to him. Money and execution.

[thedrjackal]

The masked man walks back over to the cage, sitting back down in front of it with a keyboard.

“If Fushiguro is not friends with 006 or you, then it wouldn’t affect you if The Inventor reset its primary objective to killing him?”

[ratiomin]

Kento pauses.

As much as he hates this man, he's not wrong. It wouldn't affect him, right? It shouldn't...

But... come to think of it, Fushiguro hasn't really touched the Jujutsu society in any ways since the last few months. And then his mind goes back to Toji's picture on Vi's board. He finds his resolve crumbling.

Toji Fushiguro survived a hole being blown off his torso. And then he survived a sharpened cursed tool stabbed through his skull, somehow. So take a second and think, can be not survive Vi?

[thedrjackal]

The Doctor giggles, starting to type new code into Vi’s program. It’s an unsettling sound.

“How about we find out.”

[ratiomin]

Nanami sighs to himself. It was worth a shot, but maybe he underestimated this man's crazy.

[thedrjackal]

The Inventor snickers.

"Sorry, did you think He cared about your opinion? Your face is quite entertaining to Him."

He sets the keyboard down.

"Good luck, Toji Fushiguro."

[ratiomin]

A rip in reality forms, and Vi reaches out and swipes Nanami's cleaver off the table. That's odd, it just sharpened the thing a couple of weeks ago.

-⚙️

He notices but doesn't think much of it, assuming it just wanted to pass time and will drop the cleaver back soon enough. Maybe pay a little visit, he'd like that.

[violetgears]

Vi pops back a few minutes later, slicing open reality to put the cleaver back on the table before shyly staring at Nanami through the gap.

[ratiomin]

He tilts his head.

Vi? Is everything alright? You took the cleaver twice this week.

[violetgears]

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

Vi's voice has a suspicious lilt to it.

[ratiomin]

His eyes narrow slightly. It clicks almost immediately - You will now be removed from 006's database. He understands now, and is almost certain this pattern will continue to repeat itself.

Ah... well, I do. You're Vi, right?

[violetgears]

"Yeah."

The robot nods.

"Wait, do you do makeup content on YouTube? That must be where I know you from!"

[ratiomin]

He looks at his cleaver, and then back at Vi.

Uh, no. No, I don't make content. You know me-

From the friendship board? He wonders if he does exist on there anymore.

...because you sharpened my cleaver before.

[violetgears]

"Did I?"

Vi tilts its head, mimicking human confusion. The gesture allows Nanami to see the friendship board on the other wall of the workshop, and that he has disappeared from it.

"There was something familiar about the previous job on the weapon, but I'm sure you would be in my database if I had done something before."

[ratiomin]

Right, of course.

He doesn't want to confuse them. And is that the sorcerer killer he's seeing on the board-

Well. Did you do it this time, then?

[violetgears]

“It was already freshly sharpened.”

Vi glitches, sparking a bit.

“Who- Who are you?”

The robot seems unstable.

[ratiomin]

His blinks, gaze softening. The re-information might overwhelm Vi's system, he assumes. So he changes the approach all the way.

...I... am Atsuya Kusakabe.

It's the first name he could think of.

[violetgears]

Vi leans in.

“Do you have anything I can fix for you, Atsuya? Someone told me I should always ask before fixing people’s things. Who was that person…”

Vi ponders a bit, leaning on the gap in reality as if it were a windowsill.

[ratiomin]

Kento swallows softly. His voice is thicker when he speaks,

No, not at the moment. Thank you for asking.

[violetgears]

Vi pulls back from the gap.

“Sorry for disturbing you, Nanam-“

Vi glitches, and something clatters to the workshop floor.

“YOU ARE NOT WHO YOU SAY YOU ARE.”

[ratiomin]

His eyebrows lift up slowly. Alright, maybe it wasn't reliable solution after all.

Is that so? Who do you think I am, then?

[violetgears]

Vi’s main body falls to its knees, glitching repeatedly.

“I-”

“I do not know-“

“Friend-”

“Where are you? Where are you? Wh-“

“Sharpen your cleaver-“

“Nanammmmmmmm…”

It trails off into a buzzing sound.

[ratiomin]

Crap-

He steps through the portal and supports Vi by the shoulders, looking around the workshop for something, anything, to help it. Not that he has any idea of what he's doing.

Vi. Vi, it's me. I am Nanami, I am your friend. You're right, I'm not Atsuya. You sharpen my weapon. I told you to ask before taking people's stuff. Don't glitch on me, please, tell me how to help you, give me something.

[violetgears]

Vi is hot to the touch. Its fans are working overtime. It's as if the workshop itself is bathed in an unbearable heat. The steam billowing out of Vi's main body starts to turn to smoke. An alarm starts to beep. The robot is too hot for Nanami to keep touching without burning himself.

"S-S-Shut-"

"Nanami-"

"Ask first-"

"Morrigan is injured-"

"I am 006-"

"006"

Vi keeps glitching. It starts to repeat a set of coordinates.

"33.966701, 131.508974"

"33.966701, 131.508974"

"33.966701, 131.508974"

"33.966701, 131.508974"

[ratiomin]

He lets go of the shoulders once the body grows too hot for him to touch, hissing and shaking his hands. He looks around the workshop in utter panic. This was bad, really bad.

But even as he covers his nose and mouth with his forearm because of the smoke and coughs against it, he pulls out his phone and types down the digits.

Fearing that the portal might close off, he moves to step out of it, but pauses midway. He looks back at Vi's mechanical body. "Shut..." Was it asking for him to shut it down? If so, how does he do that?

[violetgears]

"-nami-"

"it hurt-"

"The room is quickly filling with smoke. Vi's main body is starting to melt, silicone and metal dripping to the ground. It reaches a hand out for a red button with a glass cover on it, but the button is much too far.

"please"

[ratiomin]

Kento gaze follows the direction, having some difficulty to see through the smoke, but the color does the trick. He ignores the heat and smoke altogether when he dashes through it, practically punching the glass to press the button hastily.

[violetgears]

Everything shuts off. The rip in reality snaps shut, trapping Nanami in the now dark room. The smoke slowly begins to clear, revealing the blinking red light of a camera in the corner of the space.

[ratiomin]

He feels his heart beating so hard it reaches his ears. Looking around, the blinking seems to be the only source of light. He wants to check in on Vi but nothing is visible.

[thedrjackal]

A gash in reality opens up beneath Nanami, dropping him into a cage. A man gets up from a desk chair, clothed in a suit. There is a black mask covering his face with a glowing green X on it. He picks up a metal stick, spinning it between white-gloved hands.

“You ruined His experiment.”

[ratiomin]

Kento holds his cool... for the most part. He eyes the metal stick warily, and when he looks at the masked man, his right eye seriously twitches.

Your aesthetics seemed to be designed by a seven year old. Would you stop appearing mysterious and get to the point already?

[thedrjackal]

The doctor grumbles, jabbing the stick at Nanami through the bars of the cage. When it touches him, it delivers a powerful electric shock. Not enough to kill, but enough to really hurt. Ah. Taser stick.

[ratiomin]

He flinches quite hard, but that's about it. He'd assumed what the stick was at the mere sight of it.

Oh, how original. Let me guess, the cage bars are electrocuted as well.

[thedrjackal]

“Very good!” he mocks, clapping his hands.

He ponders for a bit, sitting down.

“You and your friend are very hard to crack. I suppose that’s what I get for introducing uncontrolled variables into this equation.”

[ratiomin]

My... friend?

Jesus Christ, he can't possibly be speaking of the sorcerer killer as Nanami's friend. He'd deliberately touch the cage bar.

[thedrjackal]

“Yes. Toji Fushiguro.”

The masked figure turns away, to one of his many computers.

“I had 006 put a tracker on him. Let’s see where he is…”

[ratiomin]

On second thought, maybe he wouldn't taze himself over Fushiguro.

Fushiguro isn't my friend. And knowing him, he's not Vi's, either. He gets paid for killing, and that is all there is to him. Money and execution.

[thedrjackal]

The masked man walks back over to the cage, sitting back down in front of it with a keyboard.

“If Fushiguro is not friends with 006 or you, then it wouldn’t affect you if The Inventor reset its primary objective to killing him?”

[ratiomin]

Kento pauses.

As much as he hates this man, he's not wrong. It wouldn't affect him, right? It shouldn't...

But... come to think of it, Fushiguro hasn't really touched the Jujutsu society in any ways since the last few months. And then his mind goes back to Toji's picture on Vi's board. He finds his resolve crumbling.

Toji Fushiguro survived a hole being blown off his torso. And then he survived a sharpened cursed tool stabbed through his skull, somehow. So take a second and think, can be not survive Vi?

[thedrjackal]

The Doctor giggles, starting to type new code into Vi’s program. It’s an unsettling sound.

“How about we find out.”

[ratiomin]

A rip in reality forms, and Vi reaches out and swipes Nanami's cleaver off the table. That's odd, it just sharpened the thing a couple of weeks ago.

-⚙️

He notices but doesn't think much of it, assuming it just wanted to pass time and will drop the cleaver back soon enough. Maybe pay a little visit, he'd like that.

[violetgears]

Vi pops back a few minutes later, slicing open reality to put the cleaver back on the table before shyly staring at Nanami through the gap.

[ratiomin]

He tilts his head.

Vi? Is everything alright? You took the cleaver twice this week.

[violetgears]

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

Vi's voice has a suspicious lilt to it.

[ratiomin]

His eyes narrow slightly. It clicks almost immediately - You will now be removed from 006's database. He understands now, and is almost certain this pattern will continue to repeat itself.

Ah... well, I do. You're Vi, right?

[violetgears]

"Yeah."

The robot nods.

"Wait, do you do makeup content on YouTube? That must be where I know you from!"

[ratiomin]

He looks at his cleaver, and then back at Vi.

Uh, no. No, I don't make content. You know me-

From the friendship board? He wonders if he does exist on there anymore.

...because you sharpened my cleaver before.

[violetgears]

"Did I?"

Vi tilts its head, mimicking human confusion. The gesture allows Nanami to see the friendship board on the other wall of the workshop, and that he has disappeared from it.

"There was something familiar about the previous job on the weapon, but I'm sure you would be in my database if I had done something before."

[ratiomin]

Right, of course.

He doesn't want to confuse them. And is that the sorcerer killer he's seeing on the board-

Well. Did you do it this time, then?

[violetgears]

“It was already freshly sharpened.”

Vi glitches, sparking a bit.

“Who- Who are you?”

The robot seems unstable.

[ratiomin]

His blinks, gaze softening. The re-information might overwhelm Vi's system, he assumes. So he changes the approach all the way.

...I... am Atsuya Kusakabe.

It's the first name he could think of.

[violetgears]

Vi leans in.

“Do you have anything I can fix for you, Atsuya? Someone told me I should always ask before fixing people’s things. Who was that person…”

Vi ponders a bit, leaning on the gap in reality as if it were a windowsill.

[ratiomin]

Kento swallows softly. His voice is thicker when he speaks,

No, not at the moment. Thank you for asking.

[violetgears]

Vi pulls back from the gap.

“Sorry for disturbing you, Nanam-“

Vi glitches, and something clatters to the workshop floor.

“YOU ARE NOT WHO YOU SAY YOU ARE.”

[ratiomin]

His eyebrows lift up slowly. Alright, maybe it wasn't reliable solution after all.

Is that so? Who do you think I am, then?

[violetgears]

Vi’s main body falls to its knees, glitching repeatedly.

“I-”

“I do not know-“

“Friend-”

“Where are you? Where are you? Wh-“

“Sharpen your cleaver-“

“Nanammmmmmmm…”

It trails off into a buzzing sound.

[ratiomin]

Crap-

He steps through the portal and supports Vi by the shoulders, looking around the workshop for something, anything, to help it. Not that he has any idea of what he's doing.

Vi. Vi, it's me. I am Nanami, I am your friend. You're right, I'm not Atsuya. You sharpen my weapon. I told you to ask before taking people's stuff. Don't glitch on me, please, tell me how to help you, give me something.

[violetgears]

Vi is hot to the touch. Its fans are working overtime. It's as if the workshop itself is bathed in an unbearable heat. The steam billowing out of Vi's main body starts to turn to smoke. An alarm starts to beep. The robot is too hot for Nanami to keep touching without burning himself.

"S-S-Shut-"

"Nanami-"

"Ask first-"

"Morrigan is injured-"

"I am 006-"

"006"

Vi keeps glitching. It starts to repeat a set of coordinates.

"33.966701, 131.508974"

"33.966701, 131.508974"

"33.966701, 131.508974"

"33.966701, 131.508974"

[ratiomin]

He lets go of the shoulders once the body grows too hot for him to touch, hissing and shaking his hands. He looks around the workshop in utter panic. This was bad, really bad.

But even as he covers his nose and mouth with his forearm because of the smoke and coughs against it, he pulls out his phone and types down the digits.

Fearing that the portal might close off, he moves to step out of it, but pauses midway. He looks back at Vi's mechanical body. "Shut..." Was it asking for him to shut it down? If so, how does he do that?

[violetgears]

"-nami-"

"it hurt-"

"The room is quickly filling with smoke. Vi's main body is starting to melt, silicone and metal dripping to the ground. It reaches a hand out for a red button with a glass cover on it, but the button is much too far.

"please"

[ratiomin]

Kento gaze follows the direction, having some difficulty to see through the smoke, but the color does the trick. He ignores the heat and smoke altogether when he dashes through it, practically punching the glass to press the button hastily.

[violetgears]

Everything shuts off. The rip in reality snaps shut, trapping Nanami in the now dark room. The smoke slowly begins to clear, revealing the blinking red light of a camera in the corner of the space.

[ratiomin]

He feels his heart beating so hard it reaches his ears. Looking around, the blinking seems to be the only source of light. He wants to check in on Vi but nothing is visible.

[thedrjackal]

A gash in reality opens up beneath Nanami, dropping him into a cage. A man gets up from a desk chair, clothed in a suit. There is a black mask covering his face with a glowing green X on it. He picks up a metal stick, spinning it between white-gloved hands.

“You ruined His experiment.”

[ratiomin]

Kento holds his cool... for the most part. He eyes the metal stick warily, and when he looks at the masked man, his right eye seriously twitches.

Your aesthetics seemed to be designed by a seven year old. Would you stop appearing mysterious and get to the point already?

[thedrjackal]

The doctor grumbles, jabbing the stick at Nanami through the bars of the cage. When it touches him, it delivers a powerful electric shock. Not enough to kill, but enough to really hurt. Ah. Taser stick.

[ratiomin]

He flinches quite hard, but that's about it. He'd assumed what the stick was at the mere sight of it.

Oh, how original. Let me guess, the cage bars are electrocuted as well.

[thedrjackal]

“Very good!” he mocks, clapping his hands.

He ponders for a bit, sitting down.

“You and your friend are very hard to crack. I suppose that’s what I get for introducing uncontrolled variables into this equation.”

[ratiomin]

My... friend?

Jesus Christ, he can't possibly be speaking of the sorcerer killer as Nanami's friend. He'd deliberately touch the cage bar.

[thedrjackal]

“Yes. Toji Fushiguro.”

The masked figure turns away, to one of his many computers.

“I had 006 put a tracker on him. Let’s see where he is…”

[ratiomin]

On second thought, maybe he wouldn't taze himself over Fushiguro.

Fushiguro isn't my friend. And knowing him, he's not Vi's, either. He gets paid for killing, and that is all there is to him. Money and execution.

[thedrjackal]

The masked man walks back over to the cage, sitting back down in front of it with a keyboard.

“If Fushiguro is not friends with 006 or you, then it wouldn’t affect you if The Inventor reset its primary objective to killing him?”

[ratiomin]

A rip in reality forms, and Vi reaches out and swipes Nanami's cleaver off the table. That's odd, it just sharpened the thing a couple of weeks ago.

-⚙️

He notices but doesn't think much of it, assuming it just wanted to pass time and will drop the cleaver back soon enough. Maybe pay a little visit, he'd like that.

[violetgears]

Vi pops back a few minutes later, slicing open reality to put the cleaver back on the table before shyly staring at Nanami through the gap.

[ratiomin]

He tilts his head.

Vi? Is everything alright? You took the cleaver twice this week.

[violetgears]

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

Vi's voice has a suspicious lilt to it.

[ratiomin]

His eyes narrow slightly. It clicks almost immediately - You will now be removed from 006's database. He understands now, and is almost certain this pattern will continue to repeat itself.

Ah... well, I do. You're Vi, right?

[violetgears]

"Yeah."

The robot nods.

"Wait, do you do makeup content on YouTube? That must be where I know you from!"

[ratiomin]

He looks at his cleaver, and then back at Vi.

Uh, no. No, I don't make content. You know me-

From the friendship board? He wonders if he does exist on there anymore.

...because you sharpened my cleaver before.

[violetgears]

"Did I?"

Vi tilts its head, mimicking human confusion. The gesture allows Nanami to see the friendship board on the other wall of the workshop, and that he has disappeared from it.

"There was something familiar about the previous job on the weapon, but I'm sure you would be in my database if I had done something before."

[ratiomin]

Right, of course.

He doesn't want to confuse them. And is that the sorcerer killer he's seeing on the board-

Well. Did you do it this time, then?

[violetgears]

“It was already freshly sharpened.”

Vi glitches, sparking a bit.

“Who- Who are you?”

The robot seems unstable.

[ratiomin]

His blinks, gaze softening. The re-information might overwhelm Vi's system, he assumes. So he changes the approach all the way.

...I... am Atsuya Kusakabe.

It's the first name he could think of.

[violetgears]

Vi leans in.

“Do you have anything I can fix for you, Atsuya? Someone told me I should always ask before fixing people’s things. Who was that person…”

Vi ponders a bit, leaning on the gap in reality as if it were a windowsill.

[ratiomin]

Kento swallows softly. His voice is thicker when he speaks,

No, not at the moment. Thank you for asking.

[violetgears]

Vi pulls back from the gap.

“Sorry for disturbing you, Nanam-“

Vi glitches, and something clatters to the workshop floor.

“YOU ARE NOT WHO YOU SAY YOU ARE.”

[ratiomin]

His eyebrows lift up slowly. Alright, maybe it wasn't reliable solution after all.

Is that so? Who do you think I am, then?

[violetgears]

Vi’s main body falls to its knees, glitching repeatedly.

“I-”

“I do not know-“

“Friend-”

“Where are you? Where are you? Wh-“

“Sharpen your cleaver-“

“Nanammmmmmmm…”

It trails off into a buzzing sound.

[ratiomin]

Crap-

He steps through the portal and supports Vi by the shoulders, looking around the workshop for something, anything, to help it. Not that he has any idea of what he's doing.

Vi. Vi, it's me. I am Nanami, I am your friend. You're right, I'm not Atsuya. You sharpen my weapon. I told you to ask before taking people's stuff. Don't glitch on me, please, tell me how to help you, give me something.

[violetgears]

Vi is hot to the touch. Its fans are working overtime. It's as if the workshop itself is bathed in an unbearable heat. The steam billowing out of Vi's main body starts to turn to smoke. An alarm starts to beep. The robot is too hot for Nanami to keep touching without burning himself.

"S-S-Shut-"

"Nanami-"

"Ask first-"

"Morrigan is injured-"

"I am 006-"

"006"

Vi keeps glitching. It starts to repeat a set of coordinates.

"33.966701, 131.508974"

"33.966701, 131.508974"

"33.966701, 131.508974"

"33.966701, 131.508974"

[ratiomin]

He lets go of the shoulders once the body grows too hot for him to touch, hissing and shaking his hands. He looks around the workshop in utter panic. This was bad, really bad.

But even as he covers his nose and mouth with his forearm because of the smoke and coughs against it, he pulls out his phone and types down the digits.

Fearing that the portal might close off, he moves to step out of it, but pauses midway. He looks back at Vi's mechanical body. "Shut..." Was it asking for him to shut it down? If so, how does he do that?

[violetgears]

"-nami-"

"it hurt-"

"The room is quickly filling with smoke. Vi's main body is starting to melt, silicone and metal dripping to the ground. It reaches a hand out for a red button with a glass cover on it, but the button is much too far.

"please"

[ratiomin]

Kento gaze follows the direction, having some difficulty to see through the smoke, but the color does the trick. He ignores the heat and smoke altogether when he dashes through it, practically punching the glass to press the button hastily.

[violetgears]

Everything shuts off. The rip in reality snaps shut, trapping Nanami in the now dark room. The smoke slowly begins to clear, revealing the blinking red light of a camera in the corner of the space.

[ratiomin]

He feels his heart beating so hard it reaches his ears. Looking around, the blinking seems to be the only source of light. He wants to check in on Vi but nothing is visible.

[thedrjackal]

A gash in reality opens up beneath Nanami, dropping him into a cage. A man gets up from a desk chair, clothed in a suit. There is a black mask covering his face with a glowing green X on it. He picks up a metal stick, spinning it between white-gloved hands.

“You ruined His experiment.”

[ratiomin]

Kento holds his cool... for the most part. He eyes the metal stick warily, and when he looks at the masked man, his right eye seriously twitches.

Your aesthetics seemed to be designed by a seven year old. Would you stop appearing mysterious and get to the point already?

[thedrjackal]

The doctor grumbles, jabbing the stick at Nanami through the bars of the cage. When it touches him, it delivers a powerful electric shock. Not enough to kill, but enough to really hurt. Ah. Taser stick.

[ratiomin]

He flinches quite hard, but that's about it. He'd assumed what the stick was at the mere sight of it.

Oh, how original. Let me guess, the cage bars are electrocuted as well.

[thedrjackal]

“Very good!” he mocks, clapping his hands.

He ponders for a bit, sitting down.

“You and your friend are very hard to crack. I suppose that’s what I get for introducing uncontrolled variables into this equation.”

[ratiomin]

My... friend?

Jesus Christ, he can't possibly be speaking of the sorcerer killer as Nanami's friend. He'd deliberately touch the cage bar.

[thedrjackal]

“Yes. Toji Fushiguro.”

The masked figure turns away, to one of his many computers.

“I had 006 put a tracker on him. Let’s see where he is…”