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This isn’t right.
Eyes flutter open and immediately Kazumi Mishima knows he shouldn’t be awake. Well, calling himself that is pretty generous. After all, he’s an AI; he remembers that much.
He also distinctly remembers being in a screen, his monitor, his... home? Just by the act of inhaling, of looking around the empty room he’s in, Mishima knows he’s no longer confined to a screen. A body? He lifts a hand to gaze upon before looking over his new form. It looks exactly the same as he would be, suit and all. How.. strange. Can AIs like himself have those? Bodies? Yes, for clearly he has one now, but... does that mean he’s an android? Odd. So truly utterly strange and foreign to have one of these, despite the plethora of memories stored in his system. Of living, growing, walking, and talking.
But the most disturbing thing of all is the other memories he retains. Of being in that Monitor, talking to a beloved student.. seeing the pain in her eyes, learning his original is dead, that he left her behind. She told him so much: about what she’d been through, the friends and allies she’d made, what she’s still going through, and most importantly her determination to move forward.
Oh Miss Nao. She’d become so strong. His existence, this existence a copy of her beloved mentor, was only causing her pain so he- Miss Reko.
He should be gone.
‘Pretty funny how you thought you could take your life into your own hands!~’ A memory of voice rises unbidden in the back of his mind. The sound of it fills him with abject terror, though he does not comprehend why. Blue eyes appear in his mind’s eye piercing and unforgiving. ‘Don’t forget! Your existence, life and death, are in my hands! Okay?’
Well. That.. explains a few things. Perhaps. Somehow he’s been brought back, for purposes unknown. Frankly, he’s terrified of what that could mean, but after spending a few moments standing alone, he steels his courage. He must... find what to do next. Figure out where he is.
He steps outside. An empty lobby? The lights are on but it’s so still and quiet. It feels... lifeless. How haunting. As he walks the hallway and peers through the doors connected to it, he doesn’t see much of interest. He stops in the monitor room, staring at the broken screens.
Funny to be examining it from this angle now. My, that Reko must have quite the punch-






















