#salvenged

There were a lot of things Cassie could never be sure about, but there were a lot of things she could be sure of. That thing in the basement had lured her down here, that much was true. Not a lot of time to assess its intent but when you have the two people you trust most, Gregory at the time and Roxy, tell you to run………you run.

The next thing that unfortunately rang true was her best friend in the whole entire world, tried to kill her. She had somehow survived it but that didn’t change the fact that it had happened. Her best friend tried to murder her and she didn’t get a chance to grieve about it after she came to in the crashed elevator because……it’s still out there. She can hear the sounds of it walking around outside her little metal cage. 

Cassie could attempt to squeeze through the gap the broken doors made, but she hasn’t partly due to fear and partly knowing she won't make it far. She’s rather sure the strange endo could stick its hand in the gap to pry the door open to get at her….but it hasn’t made it’s move either.

'I will not judge you'. Well how could they, when there's only one answer.

"I would have to do it differently. This isn't the sort of thing I can just forget, and I've no intention of earning it twice over. And everyone else-" all the corpses he'd made, and the souls once attached to them, "-would be relying on me. I'd have to. I just...

I don't know how long I'd last."

Years and years and years of having to function like a complete human being, father husband businessman friend nonstop. Of a weak, vulnerable, human body. No simple routines. No comforting facade of a robot with a handful of easy tasks. Just pressure and dread, every waking moment, until the day he finally got to die.

“ I’m starting to get really tired of people underestimating me.” He huffs

Gregory had somehow managed to do what he thought impossible. He managed to sneak past every guard, every staff bot, and now found himself in the bowels of the mall he doubted would be on any map . But he had to know. Ever since that guard let him into that VR booth in the back, it felt like an itching under his skin.

Something tugging at his soul to go deeper. 

“If you greet all your f-friends with an attempt to murder, you really should work on that-.”

She’s moving carefully in the ruins, as careful as she can with that hurt leg, can’t let herself be seen. To be seen is to be caught, and that first meeting certainly left an impression.

the bird flicks it's wings, beady eyes staring at the other. "I never was. but neither are you. we both know that. unless you have a grand scheme to take down a certain one?" their tone turns sarcastic at the end, knowing at this point that the shades don't want Henry dead. not yet, at least.

William thought that Henry already knew. Certain...physical aspects of his life are unpleasant, but considering the alternative, it's not like he's going to whine about it.

"It's bearable, really. Just a side effect of flesh without skin. It doesn't-it isn't terribly painful as long as nothing touches it. " The metal aches, at times, but the flesh-William spent thirty years decomposing. This is far easier to live with.