Purple at last
"I've got you, you bastard! I've finally got you!" Trevor shouts when he finally has the purple mask in his hands.
When Trevor took the mask and the tremendous burst of purple light occurred, he almost felt it slip through his fingers again, but not this time, he wasn't going to let it.
And now he has it.
But… there is only silence.
"What...? What now?! How does this work?!" Trevor exclaims desperately, as he looks the mask all over, searching for a way to activate it, to make it work, or something like that.
"So… so you're going to resist until the end, right?" Trevor says to the mask, as if it were a living, conscious being. "Well, if that's what you want, I'll force you onto my head!"
And so, Trevor brings the mask to his face, but while at first everything is normal, when he is close to his target the mask stops dead, despite the man's efforts.
"HGN!"
Trevor grunts and groans, but it's like trying to bring two magnets together by the same pole. His face and the mask repel each other.
"Take me, damn you! I want this!"
Until, with a superhuman effort, Trevor manages to overcome the strength of the mask and, with a shout of exertion, manages to put it on his head.
"IEEEEEEEEAGH!"
"I did it!" He exclaims. "Now... what?"
Trevor feels the mask begin to vibrate gently on his head, like an engine warming up. It's finally going to happen. He's finally going to get what he's been wanting for weeks, even though he doesn't even know what it is.
"OH, FU...!"
Then it happens.
So suddenly that Trevor doesn't have time to swear before an electric current surges through his entire body, tensing all his muscles. It doesn't hurt, but it's not pleasant either… it almost feels like the mask is studying your body.
The sensation stops.
But Trevor doesn't get a second's rest.
"FUCK, YESSSSSSSSSSSS...!"
The mask seems to melt, turning into a liquid goo that begins to run down Trevor's neck towards his torso, accompanied by an intense sensation of pleasure that stimulates every inch of Trevor's body that it slides over.
Trevor wants to shout with pleasure and joy, but the mask is firmly sealed over his head, preventing him from doing so.
But he doesn't mind.
He wanted this and, now he got it, he loves it.
"I want to be a purple d... d... a purple what?" He thinks.
The purple goo continues to spread throughout his body. He grows taller, his muscles increase, his entire body roars with energy and strength beyond anything any human has ever imagined.
It should feel strange, shocking… but it feels like something natural.
"This is the real me..." Thoughts run through his mind, silenced by the mask. "My life until now has been an illusion… what was my name? I don't remember… it doesn't matter anymore… I am… I am…? It is... yeah... it is... that sounds right.... it is..."
The goo has almost finished spreading through his body. But to Trevor, it no longer seems like a novelty. On the contrary, the parts that still look human seem like a foreign element, an infection that must be remedied and eliminated.
"It is... it is... it is a purple drone..."
"A purple drone... 009..."
...
The assimilation is complete… Trevor's mind… 009's mind… has been silenced. A purple drone doesn't need to think. It only needs to obey. It exists to obey... him.
With no orders to follow, 009 remains motionless and silent on the terrace of what was once its home, though it no longer remembers it. Then, suddenly, 009 turns to one side of the terrace, walks purposefully five steps…
Then it stops.
And kneels.
Had there been any witnesses to it, the sight of such a muscular and imposing figure kneeling so submissively would have been a shocking image.
Nothing else seems to be happening.
Fifteen seconds pass.
The air in front of 009 begins to crackle, as if an electric current were coursing through it. Little by little, a mass of purple energy takes on a semicircular shape until, with a tearing sound unlike anything anyone has ever heard, the fabric of space splits open to form a portal.
A figure emerges from it.
009 doesn't know the man's name, but it doesn't matter. 009 recognizes him immediately as its master and owner. 009's thoughts no longer form words, but it knows it will obey any order its owner gives to it. 009 EXISTS to obey him. That is the reason for its existence.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" The man says, although he knows that words matter little to his new property. "It's as if you sensed I was coming even before I opened the door, 009. How... unusual." He adds with a satisfied and intrigued smile.
009 does not answer.
009 does not move.
"It seems that after so much effort you have finally achieved what you wanted, boy… and now that you have it you cannot appreciate it… but it is too late, now you belong to the purple… to me."
If Trevor were still himself, he would realize that, from that man's words, He has been toying with him from the start… almost as if forcing him to prove he was worthy of the purple… but Trevor is gone.
009 does not answer.
009 does not move.
The man approaches 009 and gently takes hold of its chin. Applying the slightest pressure, the man signals 009 to stand up, and the drone obeys immediately. Its owner doesn't need words to make his drone obey.
"That body… and there's something in there…" 009's owner says, as if with his gaze he could penetrate the deepest recesses of the drone's mind. "Different… how curious..."
The man lets go of 009's chin and heads towards the doorway.
"Follow me, my drone. There's no time to lose."
And so, both men… no… the man and his drone disappear through the portal, which closes behind them as if it had never existed.
009 is gone from what was once its home.
Trevor may never return.
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