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If you ACTUALLY try, we’ll go away.

"Why do I subject myself to such torture?"

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At one point she was your friend. Whose to say, she wont try to be again?

"If I say I'll try will you go away?"

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N might convince V to give you a second chance.

goddamnit…just try. or i’ll hug you. (joking)

"Don't touch me...don't touch me ever."

"Anyways, V may enjoy N and probably would follow his orders at least once...but she's not stupid."

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no, actually.

theyre kind enough to GIVE you that second chance. you just need to fuckin ask.

"N, may do that but... would V forgive me? I doubt we could even meet eachother because again, we're in a lab, I'm in a cell and from what I'm hearing...they are both able to move around the entire labe while I'm stuck here. It's obvious they DON'T want to see me."

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If you truly want to fucking repent then TRY to be friends with them again.

ACTUALLY TRY, damn you.

"I don't deserve their forgiveness, my sins are too great for them to even give me a chance either way."

J snapped back to her persona as well as thinking about something that would get her angry again.

"Now, would you fuck off!?"

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IT WAS YOUR FAULT. YOU DECIDED TO WORK WITH HER. YOU BETRAYED THEM.

YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DECIDED YOU DO NOT GET A HAPPY ENDING.

J's eyes flared, her voice icy but laced with bitterness. “Oh, spare me the lecture. I know, alright? I’m well aware of my mistakes!”

She spat the words, but there was a crack beneath her usual arrogance. ��You think I don’t know? I was never perfect—always claimed to be. I did what I had to with Cyn, and I got what I deserved for it.”

Her voice dipped, turning cold, almost self-mocking. “I’m alone now. Is that what you wanted to hear? Fine. But don’t act like I didn’t see this coming. Hell, maybe I do deserve worse.” She straightened, her pride flickering even in the admission.

"Are you...happy now or do I have to go underground to show I repent?"

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weeellll--- thank you for letting me touch and not immediately murdering me.

*SCURRIES AWAY*

"Yeah, goodbye... hope you fall off a cliff."

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*carefully runs a hand along J's wings*

...so sharp...Could easily murder me...

...please dont btw--

"I won't..yet... possibly never but always sleep with one eye open."

Her right ear twitches.

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It was your fault.

You drove him away.

It is your own fault he no longer likes you.

It is your fault that neither of them love you anymore.

You abandoned them. So they abandoned you.

(Cat ear timer is not moved for this one)

"I didn’t abandon them,"

She says, her voice low and defensive. But even to her, the words sound empty.

"I was doing what I was supposed to. They were weak. They didn’t understand what needed to be done."

Her voice cracks, and her chest tightens. She clenches her jaw, trying to ignore the guilt building up inside. Her grip on her fists tightens, the metal creaking.

"Maybe... maybe I did drive them away,"

She whispers, mostly to herself. A part of her wants to deny it, to blame someone else. But deep down, the truth bothers her. They’re gone, and it’s my fault.

She forces herself to stand taller, shaking her head violently as if trying to get rid of the doubt.

"It’s not my fault!"

She snaps, but even she doesn’t sound convinced. Her defenses are falling apart. For the first time in a long while, she feels vulnerable. She wants to believe she didn’t push them away, but deep down, she knows that no one can make others stay—especially not N and V.

J lets out a bitter, cold laugh, almost mocking herself. "Maybe it was just easier for them to leave me behind... and find someone like Uzi. I'm a mess!"

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can i touch your wings? Pretty please with a cherry on top?

"Fine but if you tell anyone about this I'll dismantle you."

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How many pens until you stop bullying N?

"No matter how many pens you give me, I’m still not going to stop making sure N is doing his job even if I'm too verbally rough. He needed to do his job and because he didn't we are stuck in this facility the workers made... somehow."

Her ears press back against her head, and her tail flicks sharply with growing irritation.

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Stay1ng cylly d0r 3v3ry0n3s sak3 /j

(👍)

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I think that cyn is genuinely trying ti he friendly. no fuckin clue why

At least this one isn't going to bomb the planet yet... I hope. Please stay silly /nf

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G0t 1t. -One of her eyes displays a ‘:]’ for a moment.-

J scowls, catching the little ‘:]’ flash in your eye, her frustration building again.

"Great. Just fantastic."

She grits her teeth, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling crawling up her spine.

"If I survive this, I'm going to personally destroy that... weird worker drone that gave me these cat ears."

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1 w0nt. 1 Pr0mis3. -Scritchy scritchies for J.-

J closes her eyes tighter, clearly not convinced, but too tired to argue.

"Yeah, I know. Because I trust your promises, I always have trusted you."

Her right ear twitches slightly as you continue, and despite herself, J feels her frustration starting to melt.

"This... never happened, got it?"

She grumbles, but doesn’t move.

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...1 kn0w what 1 must d0.

-The fleshy drone carefully scritches J behind the ears.-

wh0's a pr3tty k1tty...y0u ar3..

J lets out a frustrated sigh, eyes closed, her irritation still simmering beneath the surface. She hates this—really hates it—but there’s no fighting it now. Still... the scritches feel annoyingly pleasant. She tenses for a moment, a flicker of fear crossing her mind as she remembers who exactly is giving them.

"I swear... if you even think about using this against me..."

But she doesn’t pull away.

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BOOM, J now has fully functional cat ears for 10 asks.

Thank m3 later. :]

Her ears twitch then immediately go "airplane" (flat and point back) as soon as they appear.

".....This is my life now. I have given up on trying to fight it. I fold. I am giving in."

(I don't have the energy to draw cat ears on J.)