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[FILE ENCRYPTED. ARE YOU SURE YOU ARE "cr4sh-pr0n3-5t4tu5"?]

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[2nd POV activated]

(TW: Idk...torture mention and shitty atmosphere description. I just dont feel like doing that well since i got other fanfic projects to do. Also self-hatred)

You are...you have no idea who you are. You know you are not supposed to be here in this dreadful hallway, and you are not supposed to be here, at all. You are supposed to be back home, chilling, helping people, being kind and cheerful.

Not today. Not today.

You actually woke up on a hospital bed, wearing a labgown with a few wet marks and...blood...marking the bottom of it. You have no idea how you got here, but you are sure you aren't supposed to exist.

At least, exist this way.

The first thing you saw besides the surprisingly sterile, metal walls, is hair. Blond hair. You gasped a little at this predicament; you do not remember having blond hair...or hair at all. As you touched this your hair, you realized that it's thin and comfortable...and that you can sense things you touched. Your heart dropped at seeing your hands—peachy and frail. How did this happen, where am I?

You investigated this room, but first you stumbled upon yourself before you attempted to walk like a human being. You are used to taking in twos, but not like this...

Not like this.

As you balance yourself with the tall bed, you realize just how small you are compared to the entire room. This one can hold two entire bedrooms! You felt weak because you were used to looking down on various, miniscule things. You then turned around and saw a horrific discovery.

A human-sized tube with its contents drained, stood on its own pathetic life. You then realized something. It created you.

It created your body.

In your musings of human existence, the alarm blared out loud within this wing, you immediately ran outside the room. You have no idea where to go, where to run to, where to leavem. But one thing in mind stood for yourself:

You must find them. Find him. Find her.

As the burden for finding your teammates started to weigh on you, you stumbled upon a scientist in a white labcoat and jet black hair. He immediately grabbed you by the collar, making you dangle on the air. "I got him, people!"

You now worry for your predicament. What if you die? What if you get trapped forever in a cell of pain? What if they die for real this time?

You didn't think further as you kicked the man in his guts with your powerful legs. You were surprised as he yelped and set you free on pure coincedience. You immediately fell into the ground, get your bearings, and kicked him again to the head. You immediately took his labcoat, pens still dangling on it, and you took his boots. And then...you saw a pistol holstered into his belt buckle.

A pistol you recognize.

He owns this pistol! But where could he be, and why can't you remember his name?!

It doesn't matter; you'll just give it back later. What matters most is that you have a method to defend yourself already! If you only have your bo with you, but where could it be?

Oh yeah...it's at home...

Jin...

You shook your head to get rid of the implications. You have one task in mind. You dashed towards the rest of the wing, and it seems that where you woke up from is just one end of this puzzle. The wing is full of loads and loads of various technology paraphernalia, tools, and screens, all which are tinted with red by the alarms that were blaring. You heard chattering from one sode and went into the another. This is a stressful and fatigue-inducing situation, but you felt the rush of adrenaline into your veins!

You can do this, -----, you can!

You then arrived in front of what appeared to be a disposal chute. You saw that it had numerous, metallic junk, ready to be ceushed into smitherins. You shivered at the thought of being crushed...or dying...or them dying...

"Get these people into the vehicles! This place's gonna explode!"

You hear someone shout, but this is not from your side. It's from the other side of the chute. You see people rushing hospital beds with covered bodies into the left (or right?) and you had no choice but to follow them. Maybe they have answers.

You descended into the junk pile, boots protecting your delicate feet from this sharp mess. Loads of shattered glass, gears, and wheels sprawled around, and it gives you the heebie-jibbies. It reminds you of those vehicle cementeries, which were a glorified metal dump but is still a cementery. However...

You saw the husk of a van nearby. You recognize this guy. He was a news reporter, someone who reported about suspicious activities of controversial figures.

You saw the wheels and half the body of a trash cleaner, similar to Cleeny. She was someone who was notorioud of getting rid of any evidence. You wonder how did she got here, unliving.

You saw a random car, and you dread the realization of these all.

These aren't just random vehicles; these people went missing ages ago, way before you were born and after your creation! You question why are these vehicles within this chute...until you turned around.

Tears fell into your eyes as you recognized who are you looking at. The paint was scratched, the visor's cracked, and the metal parts are thrown around with no care. But you recognize the headlights, you recognize the windshield only you and they know was actually a visor.

You can only fall down your knees as you struggle to get yourself together. You started remembering everything. Them going missing, being interrogated by him, and then you seeing him, being tortured by this monster who loves seeing peopke and vehicles suffer. You remember the good times you spent with everyone you loved and despise; even the bad must be cherished.

But this...this is traumatizing you forever, if you still last. There is only one word you can mutter...

"P....p....Poli..."

You covered your face with your hands and cried out loud. You do not care if someone saw you, because it doesn't matter anymore. He's dead, and it's your fault for not saving him. You ignored the corpses of the others as your cries devolved into silent sobs. You failed, you failed. You failed not letting him die, to promise him that you can help with his search of his other remnants, to keep everything together.

You do not see the light in the tunnel anymore. It was blocked by your pathetic thinking and your shitty, little plans! You screamed as you trashed around and threw a gear towards a random direction, wedging into the bent metal of Roy's body. It doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter...

Why is this story not ending? End this, end this, end thi—

"Hey!"

You softly gasped as your tear-striken eyes looked at a certain direction. You saw the silouette of a holographic man in the literal sense, waving at you. You didn't stood up, you didn't.

"What's the point in all of these, Meteo? Why is the story not ending?"

Meteo didn't responded. He just left. Good....

But he seemed to be heading for the other side of the chute, levitating towards the opening. You, out of spite, followed him, struggling to keep yourself together.

A part of yourself is gone.

Your family is gone.

Your hopes and dreams are gone.

And yet, the pessimism of the human condition is matched by the optimism of a robot vehicle, who seeks the better in things. Who wants the good for everyone.

You.

You leaped behind the holographic Meteo, still appearing as a hologram, and you gasped at the sight. Not only did you wasted your time angsting, this place hasn't exploded yet, and the doorway's blocked by empty hospital beds and unconscious bodies of scientists and torturers. Meteo didn't head for that place; instead, he gestured you to go for a small room.

It seemed to be small at first and ordinary, but what was inside surprised you. It's a teleporter...with three bodies.

He suddenly spoke. "One of them has DNA matched with Steve Harrison. I have no freaking clue how did that worked, but yeah—" he scratched his head."—I found them. Not the same anymore, but still them..."

You decided to speak for yourself. "Why...why are you doing this?"

He smiled solemnly, his smile appearing as a glowing mouth. But it is no sinister smile. Despite being a hologram, he placed his hand unto your shoulder and said, "This is not the end. It never was, and never meant to be. Loost threads still dangle, and evil still exist. All we can do is make sure noone went insane or vengeful, and keep everyine together..."

"But—"

"Of course, there goes the dread of human existence. But we can carry this, although not together...and yet, you still have people who will be willing to guide you and your teammates."

You nodded and stepped on the teleporter, which looks like a large disc with curved pillars around it, and an operating system by the side. "Where...can I find you."

"When you are willing."

You felt your emotions shifting again in the endless expanse of existence. You feel happy. "Alright, then. See you soon, brother!"

As he worked on the teleporter and it started glowing around you, he smiled back, and you know that behind those glasses,, he is crying. "See ya soon..."

Light completely shot up into the sky, and then no one is there anymore, except for Meteo. He knew that the narrative still focused on him, for it runs on limited information. But he ignored it for waving at someone who won't see his waves.

But, it doesn't matter, it never will.

What matters most is how his adopted little boy will feel the wind on his skin and the true feelings of human emotion be like. Sure, it's hard and overwhelming, but with the right conditions, it will work out for the better.

"Goodbye for now...

...

"Helly."

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