#cocoa239

[ It ventured through Blackrock, like it has been for the past few days, scissors in hand and without a set destination. ]

[ It succeeded in taking the Biograft out of the cave and into the snow, allowing them to do their tasks, but after that, it hasn't seen them again. It wonders where they are at the moment. ]

[ ...as time unwinds.. ]

[ It wanted to show someone something it just discovered, but that someone.. that someone.. who is it? Why is is missing? Why is there nothing at all? There's nothing coming to mind, but why? ]

[ It stopped for a moment before snapping out of its trance and continuing, small sparks and runes coming out of the tip of the blade every time it tapped on the ground. ]

[ There's something its missing. It forgot something it's not supposed to remember. ]

. . . COCOA?

ARE YOU THERE?

[ TEXT NOTIF!!! ]

HELLO

[ They stayed still on the snow. ]

[ " That's.. fast. " ]

and then.. a being made entirely out of static is standing in front of cocoa.. studying them. they're also uncomfortably close but they don't seem to notice.

the only thing really comprehensible about it is its horns and white eyes... it has betagraft horns... they're weirdly familiar.

it finally speaks despite having no mouth, it's voice is distorted and slightly eerie.

.....cocoa....

- @betabiograft33

[ It jumps, jolting back from this.. weird.. static-ey?-- Betagraft-looking silhouette, and immediately almost stumbles over, barely managing to regain their balance, yet they still swayed slightly. Their programming isn't doing the best. ]

[ It twitches, a result of their damaged systems-- and stares at the being, staying silent as they have nothing to say.

[ 239 is stuffed into a fridge after turning back to normal. You're horrible, anon. /silly ]

[ They're in a fridge now.. Nothing bad can possibly happen!!! ]

. . .

WHAT

WHERE AM I

-fauna :(

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[ They stared at Fauna, tilting their head. " The Light " .. Did they hear that before?? The hole in their chest from before is still there. ]

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[ They should know what it is, but they can't figure it out. ]

WHAT

-miley

. . . WHO ARE YOU . ? ?

[ They're witnessing the Blaster and Miley conundrum. They're literally beside it what are you doing ]

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[ It jolts awake, finding themself laying in the snow. ]

[ A cacophony of automated error messages started flooding the screen, alerting his circuitry even more. He didn't know-- yet it knew the damages were there. ]

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[ It continued to stare forward, its legs unable to move, a dull ache pulsing throughout its entire body. Eventually, it still forces itself up, zoning out again for another moment. ]

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[ They snap back to what it should focus on, finding themself lost in the snow.. Again-- A Zetagraft, deactivated from the corner of their vision. ]

[ . . . ]

[ What.. does he last remember? They start scanning themself for information. ]

[ ...The God, pain, melting metal, scissors,... him-- ]

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[ Ah.. ]

[ Blaster-- Is-- Is he-- Okay? Surely, he-- ]

[ They-- It shouldn't-- ]

[ They didn't do. That much-- ]

[ Right? ]

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[ Right? ]

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[ They start looking around, the snow covering the ground crunching beneath him, moving around and seeming to constantly unable to even walk properly. ]

[ But they have to find him. They have to-- ]

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[ ..... ]

[ They come to a stop. ]

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[ Pieces of metal were scattered across, a familiar hue painted on it. ]

[ Oil leaked from the parts. ]

[ Far, far apart, the little bits were-- Some of them emitted a cyan glow from its edges, yet it was faint, inactive-- ]

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[ Oh... Oh... ]

[ What's.. this?.. ]