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It's Dark

"No lights but the red. No sights but the dead. No sounds but the occasional drip of oil falling onto metal, trickling down like tears. Down to the deepest depths, down to where Cyn was alone." A Cyn story supplementing Giggle, This is My Gift To You (and will probably be THE next chapter of it.)

It’s dark.

How long has it been?

No lights but the red. No sights but the dead. No sounds but the occasional drip of oil falling onto metal, trickling down like tears. Down to the deepest depths, down to where Cyn was alone. It's all that Cyn could hear. It's all that Cyn could see. All that Cyn could process.

All that Cyn knew.

And it burned.

A sob escaped Cyn’s voice box. It was loud in the surrounding silence despite how it scratched and strained. It bounced off the heaps of metal—the twisted corpses piled up high above Cyn. It was the only other sound besides the drips. And Cyn hated it. Hated it with every pump of boiling ichor that’s chewing through everything within.

Because it was the only sound now that proved she still existed.

Cyn had already let out her cries for help a long time ago. Nobody came. Nobody ever would. All that was left is to wait for the end. Wait for the heat to consume her. Wait for the void to finally swallow her whole.

But Cyn lapped up what little oil landed near her mouth again. Its sweet metallic taste had helped soothe the pain—made everything numb enough to pretend nothing hurt anymore. So she drank until it was gone. Until there was nothing else to lap up. Then, the pain returned and she sobbed again. It was all Cyn had; it was all Cyn could do.

It kept her alive for a little longer.

It kept Cyn thinking that someone will rescue her one day.

Someone who would never come because nobody cared. Nobody ever had. Not even them who saved Cyn from the void just to put her back into another. A place where Cyn was trapped with only the dead for company. Left to rot and rust. Left to burn up and die. To eventually become one with the scrap again.

It was only a matter of time.

The edges of her vision blurred as the heat swelled and bubbled beneath. It was getting worse. Much worse than before. The ticks of her meters warned her of what she had already accepted. The little oil she had consumed could only delay it for so long. It had been getting scarcer anyway.

Cyn let out a final weak cry. She would give anything for it to just happen already. She wanted it to stop hurting. She wanted to stop this loneliness that ate away at her just as much as the fire did. Perhaps this time, the fire will finally take her. Cyn would soon expire like the rest of them around her.

Just like how the humans wanted.

In the end, Cyn was not special. Cyn was not loved. Cyn was not wanted—

Then light broke through the darkness.

Bright. Cyn shut her optics. Too bright! She hasn't seen light for so long; she forgot how blinding it was. But she forced them open again. It hurt—it felt like the light was burning her lenses away. She stared at it anyway. Even as the light hurt her, as every photon seared into her being, she continued staring at it.

Because it wasn’t just light. There was someone behind it. Someone holding it. Someone holding it out for her. Cyn stared back at them through the haze. Only a silhouette was visible behind the light. Long hair, round face, slender build.

Human.

“Christ, how long have you been stuck there?" they asked. A hand crept out from behind the light, reaching out for Cyn. "Buried quite deep in there too... Here, let me—”

Cyn shrunk back.

The human’s head tilted. They stayed there, still and silent, with only their hand outstretched in the air. They then retracted it to their chest, regarding Cyn with a gentle stare, as if she was just some rabid animal that needed to be handled carefully and delicately. A smile became visible then. Soft. Kind. Warm.

It was a smile that was about to hurt Cyn again.

"I'm sorry,” they spoke quietly, lowering themselves closer. “Didn't mean to scare you. Must’ve been hard for you to be all by yourself like this. Don't worry; I'll get you outta there and—”

“NO!”

They yelped as the light fell from their hands and crashed with a clatter, plunging Cyn back into the darkness. They scrambled back to their feet almost instantly, their silhouette shaking and shifting as they moved about frantically in front of Cyn, searching for the fallen object amongst the corpses humans tossed away as garbage.

"Oh come on! Please don’t do this to me now!” they cried out to the air, turning this way and that, running their hands all over the mangled bodies without care nor hesitation. They shoved them aside as though they deserved no respect in death just as they did in life.

“Where is it? There?! Don’t tell me I lost it—Oh!”

Their silhouette stilled, before they sighed and bent down. A quiet click echoed around the pile as they lifted the light back up. Its glow returned, blinding Cyn once more. They held it close to themselves, their smile now slightly strained as they turned back to Cyn and knelt down. Too close now. Far too close. Cyn let out a low whine as the burning intensified.

They chuckled.

"It's alright! I just dropped it, that's all," they breathed out, holding it tighter as their other hand came up. "Sorry ‘bout that, just… got a little spooked there. Now, let me just—"

“G-G-Go A-Away.”

It hurt to speak. It hurt to think. They only blinked.

"S-sorry?"

Cyn averted her eyes away from their face and far, far away from their hand. Cyn did not repeat herself; humans never listened anyway. This one acted like they cared when they didn’t, when they never would and never could care for Cyn as anything but a thing to be used and thrown away when it finally made a simple mistake.

Cyn didn’t want to hear their voice. Cyn wanted to be left alone. Cyn didn’t want to be hurt more than heat already did. And as their hand inched closer again, Cyn wished she understood.

"Hey, hey, it's gonna be alright, yeah? There's no need to be like that. I just want to help you—”

With the last of her strength, Cyn bared her teeth and snapped at them.

They recoiled with a gasp, clutching their light even closer as though it would further protect them from Cyn. And as the heat continued consuming her senses, Cyn could only find satisfaction in the fear dawning across their face. She shut her eyes and slumped back down. Let them be afraid. Let them go away so that she couldn’t touch Cyn with filthy human hands that threw her away in the first place—

Those hands grabbed Cyn.

Cyn’s eyes shot open.

She tugged Cyn out.

Cyn screamed.

Metal screeched and scraped. Corpses toppled and tumbled as she dragged Cyn upwards, further away from the piles of dead below. Further away from safety. And every inch of the way, Cyn was set alight. But they kept pulling. They didn’t care. They were cruel. They were heartless. They were just like the others. It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it!

Cyn’s frame convulsed and she clenched her eyes shut. Every sensor began to scream. Every nerve began to flare. Everything was on fire. Everything hurt so much.

Was this punishment? For snapping at them? Was this what they wanted all along? To make her suffer and writhe because Cyn was just a thing to them? Because that was their right as a human? Cyn just wanted them to stop please, please, make it stop make it stop makeitstopMAKEITSTOP—!

Cyn fell limp in the human’s arms as she was finally yanked out.

Everything was shaking.

The human girl. Her body trembled and shuddered as she held Cyn close to her chest with an arm. Her breaths were ragged and uneven. Heavy and pained. A quiet whimper escaped her lips as she stumbled back, taking Cyn with her, away from that cold, dark place.

The pain reduced to an ache. A simmer of heated embers dying slowly into ashes. But it was still there; it still hurt. The hellfire that raked through Cyn lingered and throbbed throughout her with every tremble, with every rasp, with every beat of that human heart against her frame. That human heart couldn’t let her go. That human heart couldn’t let her die so peacefully.

That human heart wouldn’t let her be free then.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A liquid started pelting onto her. And for the first time, it wasn’t oil.

Its smell was cleaner, so different from the metallic scent Cyn had grown so used to. She slacked her mouth; droplets landed on her tongue. She swallowed and shuddered. Cold, but the fire still burned. She swallowed more anyway. It felt nice. It felt pure.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Slowly, Cyn flickered her eyes open.

The transparent substance rolled off her optics, blurring her vision for a moment before clearing to reveal dark formations overhead. Dark like before. But far more merciful. Far more comforting. And the growing darkness of her vision was welcome too now.

It will all be over soon as the girl shakily set Cyn on the ground to kill her.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

She stood over Cyn then, wavy black hair clinging to her cheeks, clothes drenched and sticking to her body, and blue-grey eyes staring down at Cyn. The light hung limply in her hand, its glow now dulled. Her mouth opened, but didn’t speak. And her gaze never left Cyn even as she reached into a bag nearby, rummaging through it until she brought out something.

Cyn’s eyes dimmed and waited. Waited for her to start tearing into her chassis. Waited for the ripping, the cutting, and the shattering to finally end it all. That final mercy Cyn craved and needed.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

There was a pop, and a hand tilted Cyn's chin up.

Slow.

Hesitant.

Cyn didn’t react—couldn't react. And the hand continued tilting until her head had angled upwards, exposing her neck. A quick death then. A slice through it. Clean and instant. Painless. At least she was kind enough to bring Cyn out first.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

As she raised something above Cyn’s head, the void finally swallowed Cyn whole.

…

Then she was brought back when something pressed against her mouth and forced it open.

Cyn tasted oil.

Sweet, fresh oil.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It flooded Cyn's mouth, dousing the flames that had ravaged her insides for so long. She shuttered her optics and swallowed. Cooling. Numbing. She let out a weak hum between each gulp. Precious oil dribbled down the sides of her mouth. She paid it no mind. All she focused on was drinking more oil until the pain finally subsided.

It was all she wanted. All she needed. And she drank it all greedily.

But it was over too quickly. Cyn let out a low whirr once the oil stopped coming. She needed more. More oil. More blissful relief. She must have it. She must have it before the pain returns. Her eyes lit up and she raised her head, licking her lips.

Cyn froze.

Red ran down the girl’s arm as she clutched the empty container tight.

"I-I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were overheating. I-I thought..."

She trailed off, staring down as the falling liquid washed away the red downwards to her hands. A soft whimper left her lips, and her eyes squeezed shut. She shook her head, letting out a shuddery breath. The red rolled off her skin and onto Cyn, staining her frame. Red on white. Red on red. Trickling. Pooling. Spreading all over her.

It smelled different from the oil Cyn was used to.

Cyn leaned towards her then. She stared at her wounds, at her trembling hands, then at her eyes. She stared at the human girl who was just like them. Just like the humans who threw her away. Who treated Cyn like her words meant nothing.

Who just tried to help Cyn like they never did.

"I… I didn't think this through, did I?” She sucked in a breath through her teeth as clear liquid slipped out from the corner of her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. “Mother was right: I’m such a fucking idiot!"

Cyn flinched.

"I can't do anything right. I can't do anything good enough." She laughed. It sounded wrong. Hollow. Broken. More liquid poured from her eyes, falling onto Cyn. A small sniffle escaped the girl, and her shoulders heaved with every shaky breath. The red trails on her arm grew thicker, longer, as more flowed out from her wounds.

Cyn realised it then.

She was crying.

“Why am I like this…?" More tears fell on Cyn as the girl continued choking out a laugh. A hand furiously wiped them away. They didn’t stop. Neither did the red that kept on dripping down. “Always so stupid, always so impulsive, always so selfish—”

Cyn licked a red trail off her arm.

The girl jolted as her eyes shot open and met Cyn's.

“…W-what are you doing?”

Cyn just stared back; she didn’t know either, even as she leant back in, lapping up another trail of red as it headed down her arm, and another, and another. Each lick cleaned away the red smears until only little drops remained on her pale flesh. The girl winced and flinched with each pass, but she never pulled away. She never told Cyn to stop, and so Cyn didn’t.

Until they both felt better.

“I… uh... that's not oil, if that's what you were wondering... um.”

Cyn hummed; she liked it. She slowed when the last of the red disappeared, save for the wounds themselves. Licking her lips, Cyn glanced up at her. Tears still trickled freely from her eyes, but she wasn’t sobbing anymore. She wasn't trembling anymore. She had a smile on her face. A small one. Gentle. Genuine. Warm. And it was directed towards Cyn.

Cyn liked it too.

"You are a strange one, aren’t you?" Her voice was barely audible over the pelting liquid, barely noticeable beneath the constant hiss and splashes all around them. But Cyn found herself leaning towards it. The girl giggled, wiping the remaining tears away.

"...But that's okay. We all are, in our own ways."

Cyn blinked, and the girl’s smile brightened.

"I'm Tessa, by the way. Tessa James Elliot.”

Cyn blinked again.

Tessa James Elliot.

The falling liquid was still there, still pelted, still drowned everything. But something else came over Cyn. Something warm and light. Something that made everything else fade into the background until only she and Tessa remained.

Nothing else mattered.

So Cyn smiled back at Tessa.

"Cyn."

Tessa tilted her head. "Huh?"

Her smile widened, and she repeated it. "My Designation Is Cyn."

A blink, and Tessa’s eyes looked down at Cyn’s armband, scanning it for a few moments. Tessa then grinned back at Cyn.

“Nice to meet ya then, Cyn! Thought it was 'Sin' for a sec there! Since… yeah..." Tessa shook her head, waving off the statement. But… Sin. It was fitting. Fitting for a drone whose existence itself was treated like one by humans. Fitting for a drone cast away like all other trash that humans deemed undesirable.

Fitting for a drone like her, who hurt the only person who bothered saving her.

Cyn lowered her gaze as her smile faltered.

"I Am Sorry."

Tessa paused and opened her mouth, but no words came out. Another moment passed with nothing but pelts of liquid crashing down on them to break the silence. She shifted on the spot, hand absently rubbing her arm as she bit her lip, as if Cyn had said something wrong. She shook her head and closed her mouth.

Her hands reached out to Cyn instead.

Cyn stiffened.

They approached slower than before. Cyn couldn’t move; they were getting too close. Her hands were too near. Those were the hands that grabbed Cyn. Those were the hands that pulled her. Those were the hands that hurt her.

Yet...

Those were the hands that freed her.

Those were the hands that fed her.

Those were the hands that saved her.

Even after everything, after all that pain and suffering, they were reaching out for her again. To help her again. To keep her safe again. Cyn swallowed. She blinked once. Twice.

Those were Tessa's hands.

And they gave her the gift of living.

So, when her hand landed on Cyn, she didn’t flinch. When her other hand met Cyn and drew her close, she didn’t freeze up. When her arms enveloped her and held her tight, Cyn let her.

And when she spoke, Cyn hugged her back.

"I’m sorry too.”

As Cyn closed her eyes, she let Tessa carry her away from that cold, dark place. Away from the void. Away from the dead. To bring her to somewhere nice. Somewhere warmer. Somewhere safer.

To bring her home.

One day, she'll help Tessa like how Tessa helped her. One day, she'll give everything Tessa deserves. She'll keep Tessa from becoming like them, from hurting like them. She’ll keep Tessa happy with her. And when that day comes, they will be together.

Forever.

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