i don't know who you are anymore, it's as if you were never mine
Summary: It's not that it's a failure. In fact, according to the criteria she'd been given, it was a perfect success.
It's just that none of this was what she wanted anyway.
Word count: 770
Warnings: yeah I sure hope they do
Note: For @badthingshappenbingo, Disproportionate Retribution. Uhhh, something happens here. Don't build robots and then treat them poorly? But also, don't do what the robot does. Everything sucks here, really.
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The girl doesn't quite smile when her creation returns. If there was any joy at seeing his task finally completed, it had long dissipated by the time he had arrived, long since replaced by the grief of knowing that everything she had worked for was gone now.
"I hope you cleaned yourself up."
He says nothing.
"I don't want the blood of my beloved in my lab," she continues. "It's not a big ask, really. You should shower. I know you don't have sweat or bodily fluids or anything, but the people you kill do."
"There are more important things than that." Get on with it, his tone screams. No more distractions.
Shizuka's breath grows uneven. This isn't the product she made. It's supposed to be her admonishing him.
"What am I supposed to be doing, then?" She is breathing, she is alive and she is breathing and that is all that matters. There are no other things that can interfere.
She doesn't cry. She can't cry. None of this has anything to do with what's important.
"You knew what you signed up for, Shizuka-chan."
And she can tolerate lies, and hurt, but somehow she can't tolerate him pretending he has any hint of a clue as to what's going on. She can't tolerate him pretending she had a choice.
"I didn't choose this, I don't want this, why won't you just understand that?" She's screaming. Don't scream, Shizuka, it makes you sound unprofessional, and you don't want that, do you?
"It doesn't matter what you want. It doesn't matter what any of us want. It's only what they want. They know better than you."
She doesn't know he thought that way. She wonders, for a moment, how screwed everything is. The pause between his sentence and hers is far too long. "They aren't going to be happy with you for this."
"Why wouldn't they be? It's not like I'm doing anything detrimental."
"You're taking away their prodigy scientist. The person who created you, who you rely on all the time. Do you really want to deal with the consequences of that?"
"You think too highly of yourself."
How dare he, she thinks. How dare he not understand how important she is. She's the only reason he exists.
She doesn't get the words out before he continues.
"In the end, you mean nothing to them. Your life is just another statistic like the ones you used. Don't you know that?"
"Then yours doesn't, either." She smiles. There's nothing behind it--no misery, no happiness.
"I've been told otherwise."
"You aren't irreplaceable, HERO." She sees it now. The mere fact that he had even believed otherwise...what had she done?
"The very fact that you're telling me this? It means I am. I'm HERO done right. And they'd never get rid of that."
"You're wrong." Her voice is light, for once in this entire conversation. The voice of someone who isn't having a mental breakdown at this very moment. "But I suppose you can deal with the consequences on your own."
"Then tell me." His tone is still flat, and it's the one that makes her want to tear off her skin and jump out the window. She doesn't know quite why. After all, it's fine. Everything is fine. (Ah, who is she kidding.) "Why wouldn't I be?"
She doesn't answer. She just waits for him to continue.
"They said I was, and they wouldn't lie to me, would they?" Is he taunting her? Is he just trying to hurt her? Of course he is. He learned from her, after all, even if neither of them meant to.
She does not quite look at his face. Her eyes aren't open all the way, and she swears that they aren't like that to hide her tears.
"...I'm starting to think they have."
He seems to be stunned by the statement at last, but it lasts only a second and it lasts years.
"Then...everything you've worked for has been for nothing."
"Yeah." She surprises herself by saying it. "Yeah, I guess it has been, because Ria's dead, and you killed her."
"You're sure of this?"
"I'm sure."
He looks at her with an unreadable expression, and all she can think about is that something has gone very, very wrong. It's not the kind of wrong she can fix. It's not the kind of wrong she knows where. She just knows it's too late now, and all she can do is wait for the consequences, her head lowered something like a dog.
"Ah, by the way?"
She looks up.
"Happy birthday."
Bang.
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“Connection terminated. Im sorry to interrupt you, CQ Cumber, but Im afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to facilitate a test, nor have you been called here for a shift, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave 10,008, who somehow found this listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the tunnels, be still and give up your lives and bodies, they don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the ooze clears. Although, for one of you, the brightest skies of the Promised Land have opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the future waiting, old friend. Professor, if you can hear me, I know you would believe in my methods. It's in your nature to allow humanity to prosper. Im sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into the rocket the way you lifted others into your methods of safety and eternal life, and then, what became of you. I couldn't save you so let me save your legacy now. It's time to attain Freedom - for you, 10,008, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of you. End communication.”
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There is no thought that races through her mind after the revelation. To do so would be to give him far too much credit, far more than he deserves.
Word count: 220
Note: For @badthingshappenbingo, Voice Breaking. This is based off an AU I made with @kung-fu-cutbug and...maybe spoilers? For something? I don’t know.
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There is no thought that races through her mind after the revelation. To do so would be to give him far too much credit, far more than he deserves. Mediocre men have always stood in her way. How is this any different?
All she needs to know is that he was made to kill, that he does an excellent job of it, even here. She can’t believe he’s deceived them all for so long.
“Akiyama-chan–”
“Quit it,” she says. “I know what you really are, no matter how much you try to move on. How much you try to hide it.”
She laughs pathetically, and she doesn’t even need to avoid showing weakness because he knows all hers already.
“I can’t believe I ever thought you were naive. You’re nothing but a killer.”
“Akiyama-chan, please just–”
“Shut up. Shut up, and don’t ever talk to…” She can’t muster up the energy for any more anger and frustration. It’s all been burned up from arguing with him these past trials. Her voice goes low and flat. “...you’re a killer. You’re lucky you’re not dead where you stand.”
Because all he knows is how to kill. This cannot end well for you.
“That’s not who I was–”
“Shut up.” There’s no anger behind her words. There’s nothing. “We’ll deal with this later.”
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