the phoenix of hatred

「 and here I thought...

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe's tucked away in his room, as he has been for days now. He doesn't normally hide away for /this/ long... ㅤ

you don't sound very happy.

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPopping open a shitty bottle of whiskey. It hurts his throat so bad that Proto feels it. ㅤ

ㅤ 「 May we never go to hell, but always be on our way. 」 ㅤ

i'll lay on it for pressure

fine fine

i didn't feel that one for once

ㅤ 「 ..sweet dreams, DWN-000. 」 ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe takes a short moment to stroke the side of Proto's cheek, smiling. 「 ..I'm sorry. 」 ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe almost looks beautiful like this. ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ... ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHow different is that from creation? ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ..there doesn't seem to be an issue. Not a bug or virus, at least. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ..if it's emotional, does he... does he know..? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤShit. SHIT. He needs to throw people off his trail. He's... he's been learning to repair, right? ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe idea of reprogramming Proto is incredibly tempting. But... no, he can't. Proto put this much trust in him, he thinks as he looks down at the unconscious bot. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDo what he asked, Bob. Read through his code and nothing else. ㅤ

come on. let's go run some diagnostics, yeah?

..i'd know.

things can be wrong without you realizing.

if you acknowledge them like /that/ again, you're gonna make people think something is wrong.