sonicsociety asked: If you were my girlfriend — I would shoot you and make it look like a crime of passion, or maybe an accident. If I left enough of you to cause any suspicion. And assuming that the police could identify your remains.
….good to see you hadn’t changed, Dr. Zachary. And who said you can answer that?! I’d never date you, even if you were the last living being with me!
Free planet. For now. Free internet. For now. You put a question up, I can answer it, angelcakes. » And consider the sentiments likewise. I would take on the title as boyfriend singularly to proceed with the above statement.
((GUYS. REALLY IMPORTANT.))
((I have an utter inability to answer asks right now. I thought that I could fix this by downloading Missing E, which is beautiful in its own right, but did not help me. I… I don’t know what to do. I’m going to try and just take a photo of the asks and answer them in post format, but otherwise… =3=;;;))
thelalaliciousblog submitted:
”Ah. I remember this… Enerjak has strange fetishes.” He sighed.
D: Heeey! I put him back together when we were do—
E: We said we wouldn’t go on the account because of TRUE LOVE, Dimitri!!! What about the TRUE LOVE!?? Has he bagged the boy yet? *swat*
D: B-but they were talking about meeee!!!
E: Terribly sorry, everyone. Please forgive us, Zachary. Oh, and best of luck with Finitevus…
D: …
E: We’re just going to loooooog off now, darling…
D: …
E: Give me the mouse.
D: But—
E: Now.
<THE BYRONS HAVE LOGGED OFF.>
{The program was timid in its actions, almost scared, but his claw reached out of the screen and lightly grazed his master's muzzle} I ̵mis̕s̕e͟d.̢.̴ you too̵.̕C͠r̵eąt̡̛͟o͘r̡̕
AnonymousHe clutched at it like the blessing it was. Dear sweet baby, Daddy missed you… “That whore,” he spat, grimmacing. “If you had infected her, she would have handed you over, just like that!!”
No. Zachary didn’t even want to think of what would have happened, should Z have gotten his grubby little mitts on AN0N. Not his AN0N… It made him want to puke. That man would rip him apart and make some sick puppet mockery of him, come back to wreak havoc on the very master he once loved - without the will to stop himself, without the memory of what he was… He’d corrupt everything that was left of the little program, and then, then, worse, he’d make some pirate copy, stamp his name on it, and ship out AN0N wannabes out by the millions, free for the public. Pale shades of the little innocent, mindless drones meant for… for some semblance of companionship? Or maybe a file cleaner? Or something terrifyingly dull and horrible… A cruel life for any AI…
The thoughts made him sink to his knees. “I- I’m so happy that you’re alright…”
..͘C̛rea͘t̴or͘. I̷ ̴h͠av̧e̡ co̕mpl͏eted what ̶y͟oų w͝a͠nt͝ȩd̀.. ̧I ca̕ń c͟o͡ntr͠o͏l͞ m̀y͟ ͘ḩung͡er.
AnonymousHe started, and then rushed for the only working screen in the flat - something perhaps a bit too encrypted for Z-Sama’s designs. The faint voice had come from there- ah yes!
“AN0N…” Zachary’s voice had a tender note to it, almost fatherly. Relieved… and he couldn’t care less if his creation heard it. “Did he touch your files?? Did he hurt you? I was so worried…” One hand brushed against the glowing blue viewer - it actually felt more like the surface of water, to the touch - with enough pressure, able to be pierced, but rippling under his fingers.
“AN0N…” He could care less about the hunger issue. What was more important right now was that the virus was still ‘alive’. “Come here…”
EMP
She growled but looked away from him, not wanting to look anyway. She winced where the needle was pushed into her muscle and it tingled, looking a bit at him,” …thanks. Oh, remind me never to let you hide out in my room again.”
“Sure,” he nodded cheerfully. “Consider this the thanks. As long as he’s out of my syyyystems…”
…As if AN0N was in hers. »;
“Alright. Here’s a bandaid and a sticker. Shoo yourself along now.”
”..thanks.” She grumbled but, he did as he promised, putting a bandaid on her arm and looking at the sticker,” …I’m a teenager, not a kid.” She didn’t argue as she got up and went back to the warp ring, heading back home, Least now..I won’t hurt anyone and I’ll get better..
Good. He’d wait for her to leave before returning to seriously debug his systems - defrag it all, really. He worried for AN0N, and wanted to get in contact with him again as quickly as possible.
Silly girl. Didn’t realise how novel stickers were.
EMP
“Sterile please.” She muttered and watched him carefully, making sure that he didn’t do anything to harm harm her any further. Why Zachary has protection from this virus, she was a bit suspicious about him, since it seemed he knew so much about it.
She didn’t argue and just sat down and kept her eyes on him, pulling the blanket to uncover her right arm,” I’ll just look away when you bring up the needle..”
“Oh grow up,” he snarled, swiping a cotton ball laden with rubbing alcohol onto the needle and then into the crook of her arm. “You can deal with it.” Now he’d prolong it and force her to watch.
Actions were now made deliberately slow before he plunged it into her bicep, right into the primary muscle, and unloaded the ‘medication’ into her. Feh. Practically a placebo. It would get her off his back and stop her from asking so many questions.
She growled but looked away from him, not wanting to look anyway. She winced where the needle was pushed into her muscle and it tingled, looking a bit at him,” …thanks. Oh, remind me never to let you hide out in my room again.”
“Sure,” he nodded cheerfully. “Consider this the thanks. As long as he’s out of my syyyystems…”
…As if AN0N was in hers. »;
“Alright. Here’s a bandaid and a sticker. Shoo yourself along now.”
