#virushearted

// GOD DAMNIT YOU 2 WHY THE FUCK DID YOU POST THESE TWO ASKS AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME

//WELL LOOKIE HERE @starveincd and @candytastic YOU CALL ME THE ENABLER WTF

✬;; -- There was nothing about this that she liked, no piece of it that she wanted. But Felix just couldn’t seem to understand. Maybe he thought when they got married he could fix her. That’s what he was programmed to do after all, fix things. But he couldn’t do that for her. No one could.  This was her programming and it ALWAYS  would be.

LOVE wouldn’t - and couldn’t - change that.

Of course Tamora tried not to always bring Brad up in conversation. Perhaps she shied away from that topic too much, which resulted in this. One of the biggest arguments they’d EVER had. One that she was sure they could never recover from. There was always a piece of the memory that she’d never told anyone not even Felix. If he would have connected the dots back to what happened with Turbo, maybe he would figure out.

But he never had. None of them did. They never seemed to realize that she had murdered  Brad, not just some random Cy-Bug, on the day she was to marry him.In her wedding dress. And that was fine, she had no use of their pity. But on days like this? It would have surely helped.

An angry mask covered the mess she was just underneath it though if one were to look long enough into her eyes they would see the hidden tears there. Storming out of Fix-It Felix Junior she had no idea where she was headed, just that her feet had a mind of their own. Normally the sprites in Game Central Station would wave to her, maybe even come up and congratulate her, or even talk about the heroics the group had performed. But that angry scowl kept everyone at bay.

She saw him off in the distance. She should have walked a different direction but for whatever reason her feet took her directly to him. Though it didn’t immediately click with her at first, it did when she was literally standing in front of him.

He knew. 

He knew what it was like to be a Cy-Bug. He would have insight into Brad’s last moments as that horrid monster. And as much as she wasn’t a fan of the sprite, he would be the ONLY ONE that could have the answers she needed to the questions she NEVER DARED to ask.

That lump she’d been fighting to push down caught in her throat as she spoke. Gods, she hoped he hadn’t noticed.

@candytastic - i mean aside for the horrible toxicness of everything about it? Turbs’ brings out the absolute WORST in her and just like knows which buttons to push. he’s horrible and deep down i think tamora knows this but she feels that he understands her and maybe he feels the same what with the cy-bug thing and all. but no matter what they are two kinky mofos who seem to screw worse than rabbits so i guess i can count on this ship for my daily dose of sin lmao

@starveincd - battle buddies! who have each been through shit and can each be there for one another in a way very few can. because, even though they have not been through the exact same things obvs, they UNDERSTAND being burdened with battles and fighting all the time. also TENDING EACH OTHERS WOUNDS?!?! also. tam flustering ratchet is the funniest thing ever to me ^_^ that and well, kinda the same thing with turbs, they’re both pretty kinky

It was hard not to give into the burning anger that simmered under the surface. Her contempt for her programmers - even for the more advanced and dedicated of the gamers - grew to the point it was hard to stick to her programming during regular gameplay. If the fear of getting unplugged or having a Cy-bug invasion in another game wasn’t there, Calhoun might walked out.

Becoming that monster was hard to deal with. After all, she’d devoted her life to fighting them. She was the hero not the villain. The programmers had only programmed that cut scene for shock value, but it really messed with her. With her head. All of it.

She hadn’t meant to snap at her friends, at Felix. Their concern did touch her, but it also really annoyed her. Tamora hadn’t wanted to talk about it, and even if she had it wasn’t like they would understand. 

It had taken Felix literally begging her to get her to sit in this room. She’d assumed it had been a Bad Anon meeting ( to which she fumed about - she wasn’t a bad guy! ) but when she found she was literally the only one in the room, her curiosity and her anger both grew.

They’d suggested she talk to someone specifically. Someone who could understand. Who could possibly understand?! 

Impatiently the woman tapped her booted foot on the floor, letting the sound echo in the empty place. Tamora was just about to shout out at whoever might have been around, asking what the hell was going on. Instead the door opened. Eyes widened before narrowing once more. A snarl escaped as she spoke again, bolting to her feet in the same moment.

“ Oh hell no !”

// BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT RIGHT THERE LETS DO IT