[ Word after word, second after second, this copy of 2B begins to make less sense for him. She speaks freely, as if there are thoughts and feelings for her to draw upon and it disarms 9S completely and confuses him. He watched her die, yet here she is... Pulsing and gasping for air beneath him and she still tries to talk.
He wants her to stop.
He wants all of this to fucking. Stop.
9S seethes when she exhales a labored claim of always wanting him. How could she know? How could it know? Because 9S is still hell bent on denying the existence of 2B. Because he can't bear the thought of dealing with her existing again when he both devastatingly, painfully loves and despises her all at once. Countless times, she murdered him. Went along as if nothing happened, and while logically it can be owed to her programming? 9S works purely on the seething emotion that consumes him while the virus keeps a vice-like grip on his sanity.
He grits his teeth, leaning further over her as he tightens his grip on her neck. ]
Shut up.
Shut up.
[ The tears come out faster, harder, and 9S is on a hair-trigger that is extremely clear in the way he both hesitates and suddenly clenches down at her neck. Signifying that there's a part, hidden deep in darkness, that dictates this being wrong.
He despises her. Wants her. Wants so badly for this to be the real 2B so he can stop suffering alone. If she were here... Truly here... She could suffer with him. Revel in the nothingness that has consumed him and rotted him to the core, and perhaps then it wouldn't be so bad.
And so, he decides that killing her now would mean more time to himself. This one will last. 9S feels a surge of energy when the desire to drown himself in something else, to not be the only one to suffer, has him shifting on top of her. 9S grits his teeth, hissing through them before his lips effectively crushing his lips into hers. His hands are still curled around her neck, grip only barely tightening enough to keep her pinned. ]
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He wants her to stop.
He wants all of this to fucking. Stop.
9S seethes when she exhales a labored claim of always wanting him. How could she know? How could it know? Because 9S is still hell bent on denying the existence of 2B. Because he can't bear the thought of dealing with her existing again when he both devastatingly, painfully loves and despises her all at once. Countless times, she murdered him. Went along as if nothing happened, and while logically it can be owed to her programming? 9S works purely on the seething emotion that consumes him while the virus keeps a vice-like grip on his sanity.
He grits his teeth, leaning further over her as he tightens his grip on her neck. ]
Shut up.
Shut up.
[ The tears come out faster, harder, and 9S is on a hair-trigger that is extremely clear in the way he both hesitates and suddenly clenches down at her neck. Signifying that there's a part, hidden deep in darkness, that dictates this being wrong.
He despises her. Wants her. Wants so badly for this to be the real 2B so he can stop suffering alone. If she were here... Truly here... She could suffer with him. Revel in the nothingness that has consumed him and rotted him to the core, and perhaps then it wouldn't be so bad.
And so, he decides that killing her now would mean more time to himself. This one will last. 9S feels a surge of energy when the desire to drown himself in something else, to not be the only one to suffer, has him shifting on top of her. 9S grits his teeth, hissing through them before his lips effectively crushing his lips into hers. His hands are still curled around her neck, grip only barely tightening enough to keep her pinned. ]