castellae | Ongoing PSL - In-game setting

Ongoing PSL - In-game setting

"You say that you're no good for me, cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve--"

[ 2B doesn't know what she feels when she sees 9S; there's elation, surely, but also something else. Something about him seems... different. Off. Maybe it's the fact that his visor is gone, but she can see something crazed in his eyes, and it causes her brow to furrow and her own head to tilt, opposite to the cant of his neck. She hadn't been expecting to see him ever again, and while that thought caused her pain... It also gave her an overwhelming sense of relief. She'd never have to hurt him again. To kill him again.

2B had been happy with her memories entrusted to A2, and she had so many of them. Because of 9S, almost all of them were happy. She shelves her misgivings in order to step closer to him, to assess him for any major damage, and it takes her a few moments before she speaks. ]

I'm glad... that you're safe. [ And she means it. Something warm blooms inside of her, and she wants to reach out and touch him. To ensure that he's real, and that this isn't some stray line of code causing her to hallucinate. 2B vaguely wonders if her body is mangled and brutalized somewhere, and that this entire instance is a desperate last misfire of her cerebral core.

Haltingly, gently, she reaches out her hand to warm her palm against his cheek. Even through her glove, she can feel the heat emanating from his dermal layer, housing his internal systems and keeping them safe. When she speaks again, her voice is thick. ]

I... didn't think I'd get the chance. To see you again.

[ The copies never spoke to him. Why is this one speaking to him? Have the machines truly gone this far to drag along his suffering? 9S finds himself going over analysis over analysis, desperately clinging to anything but the reality of his 2B coming back to him. 9S glances down at his arm, squeezing the fist that once belonged to a 2B copy he'd mercilessly torn it from. It still bleeds from its connection, still smelling of burnt silicon from where he'd saudered it. He still feels it throb by the cut, though he'd held off the virus it delivered long ago.

But the pain seems worse when he faces her. 9S consistently denies that his 2B is back, fearful that the machines still fight to destroy his mentality and dignity. Dangling the one thing he loved before his eyes. She is dead. Gone.

2B touches him, and he jolts. It's another trick. It's another ploy for the machines to destroy him and he WILL NOT HAVE IT. He feels his blood pool, his pulse-rate spike when her warmth feels so real. She'll be able to feel the distinct sharpness of his breath, despite the way he keeps his expression calm and collected. Innocent as he leans into her touch, finally taking a step forward when he realizes he'll need to go the same justice to this copy as he had the others. There's no way this existence for this copy is fair. Not to it and not to him. ]

You will.

[ Will. As if he's speaking to a ghost. And he is. 9S' hand delicately slides up 2B's arm, where his hand cups over hers. The other begins to reach for her face. ]

We'll be together again soon. I promise.

[ It seems he's mistaken. Or taking on a point of his own. 9S acts as if this copy can somehow deliver his message to his beloved when in actuality? There is nothing. Wishful thinking. 9S cups her cheek and drags his thumb along her cheek, then her bottom lip. ]

[ From this closer distance, 2B can tell that something is very, very wrong here. She hadn't noticed it before, but now that he's closer... she can see that his left arm isn't his own. In fact, it looks like it's... her's. 2B's eyes widen behind her visor, and she looks down to make sure her own arm is still attached, just to be safe. It's a foolish, reflexive gesture-- markedly human-- but the sight of it on her partner's arm defies logic.

From this distance, she can see the places where 9S' skin has been scraped off, exposing parts of his skeleton underneath. She feels him jolt when her hand comes in contact with him, but still, she lingers. In this situation, she'd usually appeal to her Pod, requesting antibiotics or tourniquets for his--her? -- injured arm, but as it stands... She can provide him with nothing. Lifting her gaze to his face, her lips part as he leans into her touch, moving even closer.

He's inches away from her now, and suddenly, her visor begins to label him as a hostile. 2B wants to stumble backwards, but she doesn't. ]

I don't understand. [ She says, and suddenly, his hand is grazing up her arm, holding her palm against his cheek. 2B takes a faltering step backwards, though his hand finds her own face, gentle in its caress. Something a lot like fear begins to pool in 2B's gut, though she hardly understands why.

This is... 9S. Her partner. Her friend. The one closest and most dear to her. Why is she afraid?

As his thumb traces her bottom lip, 2B speaks again, willing her tone to stay even. ]

What's happened to you?

[ She keeps... Talking. This is the most convincing copy of 2B he's ever seen, and somehow that makes his gut boil and burn all the more. The machines are trying to destroy him by preying on his memories of her. Of his love and desperation for her. He can't... he can't let them get to him. No. He'll have to put this one out of its misery quick before it destroys him first. A shock of pain flashes through his eyes, and he frowns for a moment. ]

You don't... Remember?

[ Of course it doesn't. How could he have hoped for a copy to recall anything? 9S isnt certain if his own question is a means to taunt the poor thing or if he's clinging to some desperation that she is the real thing. Or an advanced copy that could make him feel something. Eventually, he shakes his head, laughing a bit. ]

Never mind. It's a moot point anyway. I won't get anything out of this, and it'll only serve as proof that I'm falling for this.

I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm even bothering.

[ His head suddenly hangs low, in an immediate shift of expression and mood. 9S chokes on a sob, his hand still cupping her cheek. ]

You're not here. You're not real and you're not here.

I don't know what you're talking about.

[ She can see anger in his face, directed at... her? For not understanding where he's going with this? The pain 2B sees in his eyes is palpable, and she steps close enough that her head is tilted down to look at him, her brow furrowed in the wake of her visor warning her of an imminent threat. She doesn't want to believe whatever it's telling her, instead ignoring it in favor of trying to come to his aid. ]

9S, what--

[ And then he laughs, and she wants to back away again. The thought that this might all be a grand hallucination occurs to her again, and something leaden weighs down on her chest. This isn't the 9S she knows. If it is, then he must have gone through something terrible.

She begins to wonder where A2 is.

It's while she's cautiously looking over 9S' shoulder for some sign of the other android that he begins to sob, his words catching her off-guard. Cautiously, 2B brings her other hand to cradle his face, gently lifting his chin upwards.

She's shaking. Why? ]

I'm right here. I don't know what this is about but I'm right here in front of you. [ She sounds much more assured than she feels, and for that, she's grateful. ] I'm real enough to touch, aren't I?

[ Real enough to touch...

9S feels his fingers curl against her face as that remark falls from her lips. 2B ushers his gaze and it's almost as if he fights the shift. But he's forced to look at her again. To feel her and know that she's here when he doesn't believe it. He watched her die, saw that last glimmer in her eyes before her entirety powered down for good. 9S had repeated that moment over and over in his mind for days. He couldn't keep his attention and focus from it, traveling alone for what felt like so long towards an aimless goal. The machines just keep evolving, keep thriving on earth and he wonders why he even bothers anymore.

It's because of this that he seethes at her affection. In full belief that this is a game to the machines and suddenly the sobbing halts at a sharp inhale as he abruptly grabs 2B by the threat. Those blue eyes glimmer with a flash of red, pupils burning the hot, bloodied color that threatens to blind. 9S tone hikes in intensity, pushing 2B forward. ]

Shut up!

You think you've finally got me, huh? Huh?! Of course I can touch you, because you're in my goddamn mind manipulating it!

[ When his fingers curl, 2B knows she's in trouble. She makes to move, but his eyes catch hers, and she's... paralyzed. His gaze, so full of pain, robs her of strength and keeps her rooted in place. She knows that she has to run, that even if this is 9S, there's something wrong; maybe it's a virus or some clever trap left behind by Adam and Eve. It's just as 2B begins to pull away that his hands find her throat, robbing the breath from her lungs. ]

Ggh--!

[ 2B chokes, her hands moving futilely to attempt to pry his fingers from her neck. When did he get so strong, so fast? As an Executioner model, she's supposed to be his superior when it comes to combat and all related activities. She looks to him as he pushes her, choking out a stilted question: ]

N-Ni-... nes-- why--?

Why?!

[ As if a machine has the right to ask him why. After everything they have taken away from him, deprived him of... This fucking fake is going to play the innocent card after trapping him in literal nothingness?! 9S feels anger boil in his chassis, burn at his nerves and destroy his processors. His visuals are fuzzy, clicking in and out the angrier he gets, but it seems like 2B remains. He hopes so badly the wake up from this, to escape this manner of existence and finally rest. But he's stuck in a continuous nightmare.

2B is in his grasp, but he still can't connect the dots. Not with the virus that's completely taken over and plagued him. Especially not with his old self essentially being held hostage and suffocated in the background. His grip tightens around her neck, his expression growing angrier and more pained as she manages to choke out that name. He jolts again, hissing. ]

I have... NOTHING!

[ 9S throws 2B, working with his newfound strength to force her to the ground so he can work in closing their distance again. He bites back a cry, the inhale of his breath sounding labored and harsh. ]

My life... My existence... Everything that I cared for was ripped away. Time and time again. The one time I feel like I mattered, and it all turns out to be a joke!

YoRHa... The humans...

All a lie! And now you machines just want to keep me around to toy with me!

Edited 2017-04-21 06:49 (UTC)

[ 9S' anger frightens her, but not enough that she doesn't try to fight back. 2B puts actual effort into resisting him, gritting her teeth and grasping at his arms in an attempt to tear them off of her. Her brow furrows behind her visor as she fights, her opticals going fuzzy and losing color. Her visual drivers rapidly short and reboot as she struggles, his tightening grip forcing a puff of air past her lips.

Tears begin to well in 2B's eyes from her struggling, her mouth fruitlessly trying to gulp air as her legs give out beneath her. Before she knows it, 9S has thrown her to the ground, her back colliding with the floor with a harsh thud.

Sputtering, 2B struggles to sit up, a hand flying to her throat as he moves closer. She does her best to get away, glaring defiantly up at him as her visor slips from her eyes, falling about her neck. ]

Y-You have me-- [ She attempts, continuing to cough and choke even though his hands have long since left her neck. ]

No one... is toying with you. I don't... under-- [ 2B coughs, struggling to stand. She fails, falling boneless at his approach. Her expression flickers briefly to one of pain as she looks to his face, searching for the 9S she knows. ]

[ This isn't fair. The other copies seemed almost mindless, merciless in their attempts to kill him first. 9S, outside of the virus that slowly eats away at his mind, may have been able to put two and two together. And there's a small part of him that does, but the denial is far stronger. Forcing him to only see a copy that is trying so hard to grasp his heart, caress it and then rip it the fuck out and devour it. The way she looks at him, stammers and falls to the ground weakly both horrifies him and...

And...

Excites him. The visual of his executioner crumpled to the ground, trying so hard to slide away and fight back. 9S feels a surge of energy to what appears to him as divine karma. This one is fake, so it hardly matters anyway. 9S walks over her, feet at either side of 2B as he stands over her and looks down. His eyes glow that flash of red, excited to the realization that he controls everything for once. Perhaps this is how he can cope.

This one isn't 2B. Talking to her brings no benefit other than the illusion that he has her one last time. "You have me" she says, and if she were right? That would make everything better.

But she's not. 9S sighs, and it sounds pained as it passes his lips. ]

You're scared. I get it.

[ 9S lowers himself on top of her, propped on his knees and straddling her waist. His hands begin at her sides, sliding their way up her frame and to her arms. Just as abrupt as it had been with her neck, he takes them by the wrist, pinning them to the ground. He buries his face in her neck, exhaling yet another sound akin to a sob but it comes out as a weakened laugh. ]

2B was made to hurt me, too. For a while, I couldn't imagine what it was like to care for someone you tear apart over and over and over again.

[ It's clear that he's ignoring her reassurance that he isn't being toyed with. 9S presses an affectionate kiss to her neck, almost sinister in its delivery as his hands tighten around her wrists. He turns his head ever so slightly, lips grazing along the shell of her ear. ]

But it's okay now.

Because I'm gonna kill you this time. And it'll be all over.

[ 2B forces herself to move, but something within her makes her stay put. It's likely the selfsame function that's disabling her NFCS functionality, leaving her sluggish and unable to materialize her weapons. As 9S looms over her, she raises her gaze to his face, that diabolical flash of red causing something cold and terrified to course through her circuits.

At his next statement, she gives away nothing. She's never been afraid of 9S before. Not until now. He's always been gentle and kind, talkative and a little bit awkward, but mostly well-meaning. 2B knows that he would never do anything to hurt her, but now she isn't so sure.

She struggles to move away as he drops his weight down onto her, tensing as his hands slowly begin to travel up the sides of her body. There's something almost tender about the movement, and some treacherous part of her feels a sense of anticipation towards it. The air leaves her lungs as he roughly slams her to the ground by pinning her wrists, causing her vision to fragment and a harsh cry to leave her lips.

When she feels his mouth moves against her neck, she wants to scream. She bucks and pushes against him, but to no avail. When he speaks, she stills, her strength leaving her at the sound of his words. ]

I would hope you never have to understand the way that feels, [ She responds, her voice thick. In spite of herself, she cranes her neck, allowing him easier access to kiss its side or tear out her jugular vein. Honestly, she'd expect both at this point. When 2B speaks again, her eyes slide shut. ]

I was supposed to die. A2 was supposed to keep you safe. With me gone... I'd think her job would have been a bit easier. [ 2B scoffs, but she's stopped fighting. Her body responds to 9S being close in spite of itself, her wiring not immune to the way it seems to surge to life in its presence, practically singing as it sends impulses along the surfaces of the skin that his lips touch. ]

... Do it, then. You're long overdue for payback. This... is how it should end. [ 2B's voice is still thick, and a deep, pervading sense of resignation begins to well in her chest. Tears well in her eyes and fall down the sides of her face, and in spite of everything... she smiles.

Pure light. That's what 9S is to her, even now. ]

[ She just keeps going on and on as if she is 2B and it's a LIE. 9S feels his gut continue to twist and tighten the more she talks, and part of him wants to scream for her to shut the fuck up. It's bad enough that he has to constantly live through this lie, but now he has a version of 2B pinned beneath him as if he's in the wrong. As if he's the bad guy. He didn't deserve anything that happened to him... he was a good soldier tossed and abused every which way he turned and now?

He's alone.

Completely and utterly alone.

9S seethes, his mouth ripping out a pained and harsh yell as he lets go of her wrist in favor of taking her neck again. He remains straddled over her, upright while his fingers wrap around the pale column but don't provide too much pressure yet. There's hesitation there, pain and frustration in his posture but he can't do it yet. He has to draw this out.

9S comes to the conclusion that if this one wants to speak, he'll give her the same courtesy. But only to say what he wants to say. 9S realizes there's a hatred there, a loving distatste that is both passionate and harmful. He loved her so much. He cared for her so much but she just had to keep killing him over and over until she left him completely. The mention of A2 only seeks to make it worse. ]

Don't you even dare bring up A2!

She's dead! She's dead because she deserved it because she took you away from me!

[ His eyes well over with angry tears, hot as they roll down his cheeks and suddenly he's squeezing at her throats slowly but surely. Tightening it bit by bit. ]

You don't get it... NO ONE GETS IT--

Or cares.

[ He bows forward, sniffling as tears drop from his nose to 2B's face beneath him. ]

Why... Why me? Why do I have to feel all of this? Why can't I just be empty?

I have to kill you and be alone. All alone and unwanted.

Edited 2017-04-21 18:55 (UTC)

[ Death had brought a certain clarity to 2B; though she'd been a good soldier herself-- one of the best, even-- she realizes now that she'd just been a pawn. A pawn for androids likely just as scared and broken as both she and 9S are, lost without a directive and bereft of purpose. She doesn't hate Command or the sham Council of Humanity, though she knows she has every right to. The time for anger and hatred has passed for her, though it seems to have only just begun to dawn for her partner.

2B is quiet as he seethes, making only a slightly pained noise as his hand finds her throat again. The pressure of the bend between his thumb and his index finger is threatening in its imminent crush, her lips preemptively parting as she inhales. She can see his pain easily from this vantage point, and it only serves to make tears fall from her eyes ever faster.

At the mention of A2's death, 2B's expression flickers with pain. She hadn't known the other android for long, but she'd been grateful for her hand in ending her and safeguarding both her memories as well as 9S. 2B wants to cover his hand with her own, to comfort him and hold him now that she actually can without fear of having to kill him later on; the Bunker is gone now, and with it is her purpose.

As his grip tightens, 2B doesn't fight it. She listens to him speak, struggling to suck in air through the constraining pressure of his fingers, his tears mingling with her own. ]

Always... wanted you-- [ She chokes, knowing it won't do her any good. As her vision begins to blur and corrupt, 2B makes a soft noise, her body twitching involuntarily beneath his weight. ]

[ 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. ]

Ah--... [ 2B gasps, her eyes blurry with tears. As 9S' grip falters before tightening, the soles of her boots futilely slip along the ground, struggling to gain purchase upon it as her self-preservation processes activate. Shallow, precious sips of air slip past the restraint his fingers have against her neck, but it's not nearly enough; and though 2B wishes for nothing more than for his suffering to end, whatever it is that androids possess that pass as instinct prevents her from simply lying limp underneath him.

9S' anger is scathing, and the way his tears fall, hot and hard, against her face, only serves to make her tears flow more freely. Teeth clenched, she feels him shift on top of her, her hands flying up to circle her fingers around his wrists as he leans in and--

-- Kisses her?

2B makes a noise, hoarse and alarmed, as her hands grip his forearms. His grip on her throat gives her some quarter, but not enough to keep her from having a hard time breathing, especially with his lips crushed against hers. There's something poetic about it, she supposes; he's literally stealing the breath from her lungs at this point. She's done the same to him any number of times, though not quite in the same way.

2B's eyes slide shut in spite of herself, her brows knitting together as she gently tilts her chin upwards into the kiss, her tears constellating in her eyelashes. Her fingertips dig into his wrists almost desperately, not to pull him forward or push him away, but... to keep him just where he is. ]

[ Drown it out. Drown it all out. 9S recalls moments when he'd stared at 2B for so long, where his gaze had wandered along her entire frame while her back was turned. Lingered at her behind, salivated when looking at her legs. For so long, he had brushed it off as merely poor programming left behind. That this didn't matter. But there had been so many times that he just wish she would dominate him and destroy him.

Perhaps that's how he was meant to be. After all, he's her persistent victim, right? Her killing game. Like a fucking animal.

This 2B isn't her. She isn't. But he'll be damned if he doesn't want to work upon his wants in a vengeful manner. 9S can't completely understand when he decided to do this, but it's as if the voices in his head stop the instant he crushes his lips into hers. 9S' grip releases from her neck if only to tightly grab her shoulders and shove her against the ground.

He grunts as she leans into the gesture, shocked that she works in favor of him only insofar as he never thought the original wanted him. Not in this way. He can taste her tears as they drip along her nose and lips. 9S craves them. As they trickle down, he laves his tongue harshly along the line of her mouth, before promptly working to drive his tongue past them. He'll taste her from the inside, destroy her from the inside. Draw this out and make her fucking pay for making him feel so alone and lost. Posing as a memory that will be nothing more than that. ]

[ 9S wastes no time in rutting his hips into hers, a harsh thrust of his center through their uniforms. His fingers tightly clench at her shoulders, tight enough to bruise, as if he hopes to crack the supports beyond her mock-flesh. ]

[ If 2B had ever noticed his staring, she had the good sense not to ever mention it to him. What 9S doesn't know is that she'd done her own fair share of staring; she'd memorized his expressions and burned his features into her memory. Every quirk of his lips and gesture of his hands has been noted and stored away within the deepest reaches of her consciousness, coming back like ghosts to haunt her in the nights between his death and eventual reactivation. 2B can't rightly say that she hasn't had thoughts of 9S involving him pinned beneath her weight, helpless beneath her. The images were all at once tender and violent, held close and secret within the darkest recesses of her mind.

In many ways, she's always been the hunter. It's strange, now, to have the tables reversed.

2B crashes into the ground with a loud thud, pain blossoming at the back of her skull and causing her vision to fragment with latency. She doesn't know why tears are still flowing from her eyes, but they only grow more rapid at the sight of 9S, crazed and tortured, his tongue demanding entry that she can't help but give. She makes a soft, shuddering noise against him as his mouth plunders her own, her attempts to put any miniscule amount of distance between her lips and his stymied by the ground beneath her. Her hands struggle to grasp at his shoulders as his hips drive, hard and merciless against hers, prompting her to gasp and cry out when coupled with the way his fingers dig into her shoulders.

She knew he sought to harm her; that was more than obvious. But this? This is completely out of left field. She bends her knees, her thighs coming up on either side of his hips as she struggles to support herself beneath him, her body treacherously reacting to the force with which he pushes against her. 2B knows she has no business feeling this way even as heat begins to pool between her legs, her hands curling tightly into his shoulders as she ineffectually tries to get him off of her. ]

W-What are you-- [ She manages to choke against his mouth, his tongue robbing her of words as she gets swept up in its movements. Her brow furrows as her eyes screw shut again, her hips shamefully rolling up against his. Has she always been this way? Has she always wanted this? ]

[ She could so easily crush him. Pin him down and destroy him. Yet somehow, some way, he almost feels as if he's stronger than her. 9S has to wonder if she's feeling fear, if in knowing he has the upper hand, she might find suffering. Like he had. Could he crush her?

The whirlwind of anger and obsession seems to bubble and broil deep in his chest, his internals hot and nearly corroding as time passes. And it likely is. As the virus continues its way through his system, it deteriorates him. Slow and steady, likely capable of keeping him alive in agony through a slow, painful demise. But 9S doesn't care about that, nor does he even pay attention. No. No, all he can focus on now is the hunger he feels for 2B.

He loved her so much. Loved her, hated her, feared her... But he could always just focus on the love and devotion. The others seemed so far away, so easy to forget--

Ah, but he did forget, didn't he? Reformatting after reformatting, cycle after cycle, murder after murder. Everything he had centered solely around 2B would forever cause his demise. All of the feelings surge through him at ones, creating a passionate yet deadly approach towards the assumed copy below him.

The sounds forced out of 2B set his internals ablaze, nerve receptors hyper-sensitive and firing off almost too much. He's addicted to it, starved, and 9S hisses to that combined with her almost fearful manner of questioning him. Such an innocent tone, and such an extreme contrast in the way she's hot and soaked already. He can feel it radiate through him, stealing a shuddered sigh. 9S moans against her lips when she returns the gesture.

He doesn't answer her, especially when he's pried her lips open and tangles his lips with her own. 9S wants her to shut up. Stop talking as if you're her. Stop reminding him of what he lost. He takes a sharp inhale through his nose, eyes tightly shut and brow furrowed. His hands tremble, but their resolve is set when one reaches for the band of her dress, yanking it back to undo her skirt. ]

[ Whatever brought her to the Tower has somehow disabled her NFCS, leaving her nothing more than dead weight underneath 9S. In this case, he is stronger than her, her combat systems rendered useless and her weapons wrested from her, besides. It's an ironic, terrifying turn of events, but some small part of her feels... Elation. Desire for both his destruction and her own. 2B isn't sure if that's due to her programming or the fact that some perverse part of her has always wanted this.

She doesn't know explicitly about the virus plaguing his system, but she can see from the telltale glow that it's eating him up from the inside out. 2B chokes on a sob, the sound muffled by the way his mouth covers hers. Love and hate seem one and the same in the position he has her in, and she supposes that this was going to happen sooner or later. Corruptions in code and mechanics aren't out of the realm of possibility, so it stands to reason that 9S would remember something past the constant reformatting and memory wiping done to his system.

9S gets what he wants as his tongue robs her of speech, her eyes opening as he roughly tears at her dress, prompting her to flinch. Regardless, 2B doesn't feel fear. She's already tasted death once, and to have it revisit her again by 9S' hand... honestly doesn't seem so bad. She closes her eyes and pushes herself up into the kiss, surprisingly tender even as he seeks to brutalize her, her hands gently sliding upwards to frame his face.

She expects him to rebuff her for that, to shove her hands away. But still, she does it anyway, gently cradling him while she has the chance. ]

[ Everything... Hurts.

9S' body is wracked in complete agony. His form tears away at itself from the inside, code corrupted and loud as it all slowly breaks and triggers malfunctions. There are plenty of warnings that fire off in his visuals, all red and persistent but he ignores every single one. Where 9S has always been diligent and quick to repair anything, this time? He doesn't care.

He wants to die. Because then he might be able to finally rest. It's not worth it without 2B-- His 2B. The android he so devastatingly loves but wants so badly to destroy and maim. It's already abundantly clear that he seeks to carry out those needs with the one beneath him, still completely doubtful that it's actually her.

The kiss on his part isn't close to passionate. It's hungry and wild, carnal and wet. His hands are busy with wrenching her clothes off, working towards an end that he recalls fantasizing about plenty of times before her death. He loves her. He loves her and he wanted to bury himself in her. Fuck her to release both the anger and painful devotion that made being with her both fantastic and completely awful. Knowing what she's done has only sought to make those feelings gnaw at him now. 9S is no longer cheerful, and instead is in constant pain and despair. Anger.

She cradles his face. 9S has his eyes tightly shut as he begins to tear her dress because simply removing it is too much work. But there's a significant shift in tone when she goes from physically acting uncertain and shocked, to... Passionate and caring. Fearless, yet gentle and without defense. The kiss on his behalf is harsh and violent, while hers is feather-light and caring.

His eyes abruptly open wide, red, glowing pupils dilating as the mechanisms controlling it hiss in their expansion. Her warmth surrounds him, stealing him of focus on the task at hand and suddenly he stops over her. It hurts. It hurts because his heart aches in this passionate return of affection that no one has ever given him before. It hurts because he wonders if she ever did love him. It hurts because this isn't fucking her and how dare she pretend she is.

There's a brief, oh so brief moment that he pauses. As if he's tempted to return the gesture in a similar fashion. As if somewhere, far deep in his head, the real 9S is still there.

He immediately denies it in a panic. 9S breaks the kiss after 2B gets her message across for a few seconds. His brow is furrowed, expression angry despite how his eyes have filled with tears. He's unaware of it, and 2B will see them begin to streak down his face before he physically smacks her arms away and grabs her roughly by the shoulders. ]

On your knees. Turn around.

[ When he speaks, it's clear that the virus has already taken to his vocal software. His voice is fuzzy and glitched out, broken. But that doesn't seem to bother him, especially not when he's suddenly too busy trying to make it so he can't look at her fucking face anymore. ]

[ 2B can practically feel the virus tearing him apart from the inside, though she's powerless to stop it. She doesn't have her Pod to diagnose or provide a solution for whatever it is that's causing 9S to behave so erratically, and she herself isn't capable to helping him in that regard, either. Any attempts she makes to help him will also likely be violently rejected, likely, so she truly feels that the odds are stacked against her.

9S practically ravages her mouth as she openly accepts him, slow and gentle. His teeth bite and bruise her lips as his tongue takes what it will, his hands moving roughly over the fabric covering her body. 2B holds him gently because it's what she's always wanted, consciously or unconsciously, even as his hands tear open the fabric of her dress and leave her exposed. It isn't long before he has her leotard in shreds, but 2B persists in her tenderness, even when she senses that he might very well try to do to her skin what he's just done to her clothing.

2B has her eyes closed as his snap open, and when he halts, she doesn't bother. She molds against him while she can, warm and delicate, leaving herself open while taking nothing in return. She's already taken so much from him. It only stands to reason that he should have his turn.

When the inevitable break of her affection comes, it comes violently. 2B's hands fall away as he grabs her, causing her to gasp. She catches a glimpse of his tears, and it only serves to cause her brows to knit together, her own eyes red from weeping. She wants to caress his cheek, to wipe them away... but the position he has her in makes that impossible. The corruption of his voice further drives the point home, and as he issues his demands, she doesn't argue.

The terrible virus that's taken hold of him has already begun to take its toll. 2B knows it's only a matter of time before it spreads to her own systems once he's inside of her, and once again, she has to admire the irony of their situation. Sexual congress was often seen as an act of love between humans. Not always, of course, but commonly so. How ironic that 9S is likely going to use it as an avenue to kill her.

She'd never been so merciful to do the same for him. Or so cruel.

2B does as she's bade, her clothing in tatters. There's no hesitation in her movements, no uncertainty whatsoever; she supports her weight on her knees and hands, facing away from him. She feels a twisted sense of satisfaction in knowing that the both of them are likely going to die together here in this strange, white place, and though tears flow freely from her eyes again, she can't help but smile. ]

[ He's devastated.

It seems that even in the throes of... Whatever this is, it brings him no validation. No calm. In fact, the further this goes, the worse he feels. Whether or not it's the virus' complete doing, he can't be sure. But he pushes on, as if it's the last thing he can do and the last chance for some sort of release. This copy of 2B insists on gentleness, as if it was programmed to seek forgiveness of some kind. He tries being harsh and terrifying, but it brings no intended reaction. It both scares him and pisses him off.

2B is forced on her knees, ass facing his direction and he can't help but pause briefly to marvel at it. A reminder of how he'd done it in the past, how he would catch glances while struggling to keep up from behind. 9S supposes he's always been attracted to her, but never had the courage to act upon it. Opportunities lost, but that doesn't matter anymore. Nothing does.

He roughly undoes the buttons of his shorts, breathing hot and heavy in anticipation for something he's apparently wanted this whole time. There's no time for words anymore, no chance of seeking validation and care in favor of drowning himself in the memory of 2B before vanquishing it forever.

9S loved her. Incredibly so. He loved her so much he wanted to simply surround himself in nothing but 2B. It didn't have to be exhausting missions that led nearly nowhere. So long as they were together.

In burying himself here. In killing the copy in such a ceremonious process, he somehow believes he'll achieve remaining with her forever.

He yanks his shorts down, crawling over 2B with ease and marveling over how much larger he feels. 9S curls his hand around her belly, scrapes nails down the plane of her front panel and arrive just above the curve of her mound. He hisses into her neck, realizing a painful need that's created itself between his legs. It obnoxiously prods at her ass, the underside rolling between its cheeks and bringing a delicious warmth he immediately clings to. 9S feels a sense of anticipation that makes him feel the most alive he's ever felt since he lost her. ]

I loved you. [ He finally says, speaking through a hoarse, cracking voice that deteriorates by each second. His fingers slip between her folds, greedily explore the surprisingly wet flesh and marveling at it. He releases a shaken exhale. ]

But you never loved me...

[ Another choked sob, tears flowing freely against 2B's shoulder. A hiss through gritted teeth before those fingers find her entrance and roughly push two digits inside. ]

[ From this compromising position, 2B feels exposed. With her NFCS disabled and her weapons gone, she knows that 9S could easily kill her like this. He holds all the cards in this situation, and she knows he's likely well aware of it. As his fingers dip low against her slit, she releases a shuddering, almost surprised moan in spite of her self, the systems controlling her arousal suddenly spiking and making her all-too-aware of the way his cock slides against her ass. She tilts her hips backwards, pressing her rear against him as he continues to take what he will, her teeth biting into her bottom lip as he hisses into her neck.

At his words, she takes a shuddering breath. 2B opens her mouth to respond, to argue, but his fingers press insistently against her entrance, prying her open and causing her to cry out. The sensation is harsh and abrupt, immediate in its burn and stretch though promising pleasure at the the same time. Her cunt is slick in spite of herself, and though his fingers are initially met with some resistance, her walls greedily grip and suckle upon them, eager for more.

When he weeps, 2B's expression crumbles again, a silent sob convulsing through her as she turns her head to face him. Her nose nudges against his as she shuts her eyes, knowing that such tenderness will likely be met with more force. More anger. ]

I loved you, I love you now-- [ She manages to choke, her hips jerking against his fingers in spite of themselves. In truth, 2B only has a rudimentary understanding of the love that he references, but even that seems enough for her to feel that the term fits the bill. All she ever wanted was for him to be happy, and if he can attain that through this, then... She intends to give it to him. 2B had been happy in death. In knowing that 9S was safe in A2's care.

This? This is more than she bargained for. Still. If tearing her apart is what he wants, then she feels she isn't in any position to deny him. ]

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