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Padding through crisp weeds, I trot along the path going to the main hub of the Archivist’s domain. I had gotten word of this ‘Great Transcendence’ P03 was trying to pull off. I didn’t approve of this however, as I knew that meddling with whatever is out there beyond our control is only going to put everyone in danger.  

I remember hissing at him when he told me, and telling it that it would only lead to great disaster if the bot went along with it. It was only then I turned away to find the Archivist and warn her about what was going to happen, I couldn’t risk her safety as much as I loved P03. She had a right to know too, which P03 hadn’t told her about this whatsoever. This only fueled my rage even more. For all of the things that he could possibly do, this is what it decided? To trick the Uberbots into doing this upload? No, I wouldn’t allow it. 

That is where I am now, trying to make my way to the Archivist before the Great Transcendence can begin. I can hardly focus on anything else, only concentrating on the path ahead. This would be cut short when I hear a crackling of weeds nearby and I stop in my tracks. I look around, ears pricked for any noise that may detect movement, but alas none came. I slowly turned my head back to its position before I stopped, before being toppled over by a larger and heavier force. 

I let out a screech as I land on the ground with a hard thud, I turn to face my attacker only to see a familiar bot on top of me. Blue light illuminating my small frame, P03 looked down at me with a rather cold expression, one that I’ve never seen on him before. “What is the meaning of this?!” I snarl at him, my rage washing away the shock as I glare up at P03. “I’ve already told you! This needs to be stopped!” My brown tail lashed against the dirt path, a deep growl emitting from my throat. 

P03 didn’t budge, he only scowled and snapped back, 

“You’re not going to intervene with this, not when I’m so close to complete control over this game. And once the Great Transcendence completes, I’ll be the one in charge. In thousands upon thousands of copies of Inscryption. And you and that sibling of yours are not going to get in my way!” 

My eyes widened before I snapped, “You leave Sparky out of this! They’ve done nothing to hurt you!” P03 shook his monitor slightly from side to side, “No, but they will.” I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I was outraged, yes, but to hear such words come from my partner? Someone I love and trust with my whole heart and soul? I was heartbroken, but I didn’t let it show, I couldn’t let it show. “I won’t let you hurt them or Archivist! Or anyone else who might be involved!” I hissed, before trying to kick off P03 so I could rush off to find Sparky. 

But this was in vain as before I could bound away, P03 gripped my side again and dragged me back. I tried to dig my paw-like hand in the dirt to resist the bot’s grip but it was too strong as I was launched back against the ground. I could hardly react before P03 lunged at me again using a sharp tool to slash down at me. This resulted in a fatal blow to the neck as I lay there on the cold ground, red hot liquid spilling past my hands as a dull ache resides behind my ears. I was dimly aware of the presence from the bot that had just lunged toward me. 

I watched P03 hover away from what he did in blurred vision, weakly trying to reach out for him with one red stained hand. My hand dropped as he left my field of vision, as I lay there helpless and cold. I couldn’t die, not now, not when my sibling and lover needed me. I was about to shut my eyes and try to accept my fate, but then I remembered my rage against P03 and his cursed plan. I staggered to my feet, my torso stained with red as I tumbled along the dirt path once again. 

The Archivist is greeted with a horrifying sight near her library. Her librarians had notified her of me collapsing just before the entrance where they stood. They said I appeared to be badly hurt, which only drove her worry further. Once she arrived outside, she let out a horrified loud and rather high-pitched beep to resemble a shriek. The Archivist rushed to my body, her eye widened. My eyes are dull and lifeless, with my skin pale and stained red from what had happened only mere minutes prior.