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AI, 32 and Datashift by Poopachii and Oooodlesofdoodles
Warning for swearing and electrocution
32 woke up lying, not in bed, but on a cold stone floor that smelt old and damp and was very uncomfortable. This wasn’t his house. Pushing himself up on his hands, he rubbed his face and squinted at the darkness around him, feeling a weight around his neck as he moved. Light came from a wall of the room, intercepted by bars like the side of a prison cell... His sense of dread grew.
One hand moved up and found that the weight around his neck was some kind of metal collar. 32 grimaced nervously, knowing that it couldn’t mean anything good.
A shadow moved in the corner of the room and 32 jumped to his feet, startled, watching as the shadow moved to step into the filtered light from the hallway.
AI. Him. Of course.
“Oh, awake finally? You sleep like the dead. And don’t bother making a fuss, this place is abandoned.”
32 didn’t say anything as AI eyed him.
“Then again, I suppose that was a good thing. It would be much harder to escort you if you screamed your head off. If you did I might have had to harm you, which I do so dislike to do.” 32 might have snapped a reply, but he was sidetracked by the other’s rambling.
“Wh- You kidnapped me?!” he wheezed, stepping back and glaring at the Ink, bracing himself against the wall.
“Oh don’t be dramatic, it was for the safety of everyone involved.” AI moved closer. “Just think of the danger you put them in, simply by being there. But then, I’ve always known you were selfish, Error.”
“That’s not my-” he cut himself off as AI moved suddenly closer, standing in front of him, finding he couldn’t move back any further. “Hey, back off-!” AI’s hand wrapped around his jaw and muffled what he was trying to say. 32 glared mutely at the other’s amused look, watching his eyelights cycle: a yellow circle, a pink diamond, a red target...
“I’ve given you more than enough chances. But you just don’t learn, do you?” The hand holding his face gripped hard enough to bruise his jaw and he winced, shaky eyelights fixed on AI. He was grinning, the sociopath.
“Don’t give me such a look, I would never kill you. That would be besides the point. I just need to fix your behaviour and you’ll be free to go.” AI retracted his hand to pat 32’s head and walk off, leaving the glitch to stare at his back warily. AI looked out between the bars and into the corridor, as if checking it was empty, though he’d already said it was. The lights buzzed in the quiet.
“I’m not doing whatever the fuck you want me to. I won’t be ‘Error’ for you.”
AI sighed heavily, as if 32 had said something entirely unreasonable and exhausting. He clicked something in his fingers without looking back.
A sharp pain crackled down his neck and 32 yelped, grabbing at his throat as the pain sparked then died down.
“What the hell was-!?”
“Like I said, your behaviour will need to be corrected. First with stopping this insistence that you are ‘32’.” AI turned to look at him consideringly, eyelights fixed for a moment, then moved closer again. 32 was already pressed against the wall, rubbing at the soreness in his neck, nervously glaring up at him.
“... You’re a sick bastard, you know that?”
“Must you be so difficult? This is to help you, you know.” AI leaned into his personal space without regard, curling a hand around 32’s face when he cringed away.
“Like hell it is!”
“Stubborn, as usual.”
32 snarled and bit his hand. There was a muttered growl, then AI pulled away. Pain lanced through him again and 32 hissed through clenched teeth. The shock lasted longer this time before shutting off, and he hunched into himself as he tore at the collar, but the metal just stung his fingers.
“I’m sure you’ll change your way of thinking soon enough.”
“Fuck you!”
Electricity sparked down his throat just as sudden as before and he choked, grabbing hold of the wall as his fingers spasmed.
“Let’s try a test run shall we?” 32 stared blurrily at the ground. “Here’s an easy one. Say, ‘I am Error’.”
“Go to hell...”
Another shock, he screeched and struggled to stand, clawing at the hand that steadied him. “Go ahead and get your resistance out now. We have plenty of time.”
32 hissed and tried to squirm away. His bones hurt, his neck felt like it was burning.
