[ He shoves himself away from it. Too much, breaking through to the surface, the smallest of hot spots on a sea of volcanic ash.
...Actually, maybe don't think of ash. ]
Shut up. If I say I'm fine, I'm FINE.
I'm a weapon, right? So point this weapon at something and let's- Let's just stab something.
[ He doesn't know what he's doing. Even if the howling emptiness, hot and cold both, wasn't clawing at the insides of him where hope used to be- How could he know? A robot master had never had their creator die before. One would've expected a robotic leash to involve a lot more access codes and protocol updates. And maybe they did, usually, when the changing of hands was more formal than a supposed corpse.
He just wants to be a weapon, until he doesn't feel numb any more. Or until he doesn't care either way. He would never want anything else. ]
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Date: 2024-01-13 01:34 pm (UTC)...Actually, maybe don't think of ash. ]
Shut up. If I say I'm fine, I'm FINE.
I'm a weapon, right? So point this weapon at something and let's- Let's just stab something.
[ He doesn't know what he's doing. Even if the howling emptiness, hot and cold both, wasn't clawing at the insides of him where hope used to be- How could he know? A robot master had never had their creator die before. One would've expected a robotic leash to involve a lot more access codes and protocol updates. And maybe they did, usually, when the changing of hands was more formal than a supposed corpse.
He just wants to be a weapon, until he doesn't feel numb any more. Or until he doesn't care either way. He would never want anything else. ]