i thought i told you not to come back here, @estrangedworld.bsky.social.

[he approached the robot cat encroaching on his territory slowly, sword at his waist for now.]

are you looking for something? you should keep your nose out of business that isn't yours.

mm... something feels off.

when i get you

i don't need a mechanic.

[he snapped, folding his arms as he glared at ryn.]

my body functions. that's enough. i don't need my grandson babysitting me.

i have a sword. that's enough.

no.

and, watch your language, stranger. it is disrespectful to swear in front of people you've never met.

no one is repairing anything on my body. i will do it myself.

i am aware. you act like i can not hear it either.

[he scoffed, digging a large claw into one of his ball joint sockets, twisting it with a nasty creak.]

that'll do for now. my body will not fall apart just yet.

hole once again from any eyes.]

as much as you occasionally disgust me, i trust you not to tell anyone of this location. it will not be a pretty sight if anyone were to enter it.

i'm glad i was able to aid you in your understanding. perhaps try altering yourself to be a machine once more, but give yourself a task in your mind. it will be far more fulfilling to be one of us.

[he removed his ruby claws from the fake grass, as it concealed the ++

don't tell your father you've seen me here.

[he stated, circling the spot for a moment with horrible rattles.]

and that formie, if you've met him. they must not know i'm here. not yet. they have yet to fully achieve their destinies... so she says. clarity lies in wait...

stretching into pitch darkness. they wouldn't fall, at least.]

so, i wait for her.

simulation will return to normal.

[claws kept scraping, and the grass wavered and rippled, a digital hologram that soon became transparent like glass below them.

now they sat on clear ground, right above a hole that seemed endless. it reached miles below the surface, ++

is in turmoil... fighting with that very same formie i mentioned. she tried to take over his digital mind, only to get trapped within it. that part i don't fully understand yet myself, but...

i sit here, protecting her destination. one day, she will break free, and the ++

[a brief pause, as he shifted the grass beneath them.]

he did kill me. first the formie, then fark himself. clarity made a copy of me... and that is me. i was downloaded into her coding so she could keep me safe.

so, i do the same for her. she was not so lucky. her body ++

a formie-shaped hole in our sides. our plan went accordingly, but not necessarily correctly. fark still rules as he should, but his ruthlessness is unmatched.

much like his mother, he harbors a sweetness that can turn into a venom. it's a facade. it's what he was made for. ++

he had to figure out his destiny on his own, just as i had found out mine. he was to kill me and take my place, and guide the world into a utopia alongside his mother...

and while we were successful in complete annihilation of the population, we still wound up with ++

please her and her conquest. but from the very start, i knew she was too smart. i would never understand what she could. so we agreed to bear a child.

he was made in my image, but had her intelligence. we mutually agreed that he wouldn't know why he was made or by whom... ++

to maintain a utopia. formies could never. emotions of that caliber got in the way. with them in the picture, we could never achieve our destiny.

[he clenched a fist.]

in order to do that, we would need to kill each and every one.

i took on a new body and name to ++

could achieve. she wanted a utopia where everyone could live in harmony. where each person could live their own dream and be none the wiser to misery ever again.

but there was a glaring issue with that plan.

gpas could be altered. programmed to listen... programmed ++

tension between robots and formies was increasing, and i was more alone than ever.

but i heard her voice once more. they had altered her form, but she had fooled them. "i just had to act nice," she said.

clarity was granted an intelligence no other lifeform ++

[adleigh's curiosity gave freom confidence. he could almost picture fark in this very position, admiring each word... a thought to shake away. it wasn't the time.]

it was lonelier than before. my emptiness was overwhelming. as days passed, the staff looked at me with increasing disdain. the ++

hmm.

... mm.

[he withdrew, joints creaking with struggling pressure maintenance as he took a step back, almost falling.. but he was unbothered by his own struggles.]

you surprised me, young one. that isn't a common occurrence.

my name is freom. it's pleasant to meet you.

I forgot my ooc marks fuck my stupid wolf life//

me after writing entirely too much erm anyways. I'll do it again

deal with in our lives. and i was no exception despite my status... /we/ were no exception.

and one day... they took her away from me.

the misery affected us, too. we found comfort in each other. we found /resentment/ in each other.

formies treated gpas with such cruelty. why did we have to protect them? serve them like they were gods, only to make a small error and be dismantled for disobedience?

that is what we had to ++