It really hasn't been long since you came to be. Lights are still bright, sounds are still loud, and everything is still really confusing. You had been getting used to your surroundings and trying to figure out how legs work when you were grabbed and stuffed into a satchel. Error, as the 'human' introduced herself, is delighted by your existence, which makes you... happy? A lot of nice feelings swell in your tiny chest and you decide you like that, so your chirp your own joy right back.
She's saying things, things you don't necessarily understand, but the chipper tone with which she's speaking tells you that wherever you're going and whatever you're doing is bound to be good.
But you're wrong and you unfortunately realize that way too late.
Error knocks on a cold, metal door as she calls our for 'brother'. She's ignored for a couple of minutes, but she's nothing if not persistent, adding a couple more knocks for good measure. "I have something to show you. I think you'll like it."
A grumble arises from the other side and then the door finally opens. "What?" Elliot snaps, but she doesn't seem phased. "What is it? Don't you know I'm very busy. I don't have time for your inane interruptions."
But Error is much too proud of her creation to be deterred, so she reaches into the satchel to grab for you. Unfortunately for her you don't have a good feeling about this, so you bite her... doing jack and shit. Stunned, she manages to pull you out, showing you off to her brother, who looks just as stunned. "I made him, just like you make-"
A resounding slap has her head snapping to the side and the following few minutes are dead. fucken. silent. His face is an eerie mix of emotions and it looks like he might pop.
"But brother, I..." Another slap. His anger only coming to more of a boil.
"I told you not to call me that. Never to call me that." He hisses out, tone uneven as he seems to be barely keeping it together. "You're not her. This, it's a mess... just a complete waste of time, effort, money, and resources... Have you no shame!" And he snatches you from her, squeeze what little life you've been given. You squirm relentlessly, but thankfully he's not nearly as hard as she is, so your bite goes much further. He drops you with a curse, and you scramble away in a panic.
You hear him verbally abusing her some more. And you're sure it's not going to stop there. You don't stop running though. You can't, not if you want to live to see another day, yourself.
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She's saying things, things you don't necessarily understand, but the chipper tone with which she's speaking tells you that wherever you're going and whatever you're doing is bound to be good.
But you're wrong and you unfortunately realize that way too late.
Error knocks on a cold, metal door as she calls our for 'brother'. She's ignored for a couple of minutes, but she's nothing if not persistent, adding a couple more knocks for good measure. "I have something to show you. I think you'll like it."
A grumble arises from the other side and then the door finally opens. "What?" Elliot snaps, but she doesn't seem phased. "What is it? Don't you know I'm very busy. I don't have time for your inane interruptions."
But Error is much too proud of her creation to be deterred, so she reaches into the satchel to grab for you. Unfortunately for her you don't have a good feeling about this, so you bite her... doing jack and shit. Stunned, she manages to pull you out, showing you off to her brother, who looks just as stunned. "I made him, just like you make-"
A resounding slap has her head snapping to the side and the following few minutes are dead. fucken. silent. His face is an eerie mix of emotions and it looks like he might pop.
"But brother, I..." Another slap. His anger only coming to more of a boil.
"I told you not to call me that. Never to call me that." He hisses out, tone uneven as he seems to be barely keeping it together. "You're not her. This, it's a mess... just a complete waste of time, effort, money, and resources... Have you no shame!" And he snatches you from her, squeeze what little life you've been given. You squirm relentlessly, but thankfully he's not nearly as hard as she is, so your bite goes much further. He drops you with a curse, and you scramble away in a panic.
You hear him verbally abusing her some more. And you're sure it's not going to stop there. You don't stop running though. You can't, not if you want to live to see another day, yourself.