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[ Hey, everybody! Mod Ellie here! I have a quick PSA from one of my friends, Mod Keebs (who runs the Kirumi and non-despair Kiibo that I’ve interacted with here) that I was asked to post here, about their recent inactivity. I hope this clears up any possible questions, and I wish them well in their current situation! ]

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[ask-nondespair-kiibo]

The man sighed as the mage both misunderstood and confirmed his suspicions. He didn't want to have to deal with that conversation yet a second time in the day, but it seemed necessary.

"K1-B0, you mean. Yes, I meant that one 'friend' of yours. You're one of those Hope's Peak students, aren't you? Honestly... I don't even know how you can even see it as a person." Jiro hissed impatiently, as a response to the redhead.

"But listen, your 'friend' is not available. I made sure of that, and since his creator is as mad as he is, I'm sure he isn't either. There's no real need for you to get involved with it anyway, you're only wasting your time for a program. Go home, I'm sure you can find something much better to do."

As the afternoon started to come to a close, a small girl with short, red hair and a... well, noticeable hat, approached the Iidabashi Industries building. On her way to the entrance, she spotted someone heading out, and seemed to decide that said person could help. "Hey! Hello— sir?" she called, trying to flag them down. "Are you the professor? Professor Iidabashi?" (@magical-survivor)

@magical-survivor As Himiko was approaching the building, a strange man could be seen, placing a phone in his pocket and pushing a large cart outside of the building, for reasons unexplained. This, was the same man that she rushed over to, asking a question.

"What?" He asked, sounding both irritated and puzzled, raising an eyebrow.

Before he could come up with a rebuttal though, his demeanor changed once he actually saw the petite mage near him. This... was probably somebody new, hopefully just confused. ...Maybe.

"Oh, you must be a newer student. But no, I'm not Idabashi-san, I wonder where did that come from." He laughed nervously to quickly explain the situation, completely ignoring the mage hat that the other had on.

"Why do you need to see him anyway? I think I can figure it out from here." He continues, with the nervousness coming to an ease. It probably just was an ordinary question anyway, like directions or something.

[ask-nondespair-kiibo]

"Hm... I see. I guess technology's not for everyone then, oh well. " The stranger thought out loud, nodding at the redhead.

"But, you can call me Jiro. I used to work here for a bit, that's why I'm here. I don't think he's available now though... he looked busy the last time I saw him. But is your friend a..." , he continued, only to pause. Something that the mage said had seemed off...

She had mentioned someone from school, so it couldn't be any of the current students, which was what he was going to originally infer. So who else could she know...

That's when Jiro realized who she was talking about. Or in his mind, a what. Of course she was...

"...Wait a second...are you friends with it?", he adds, with his face falling to a frown, and voice sounding agitated.

As the afternoon started to come to a close, a small girl with short, red hair and a... well, noticeable hat, approached the Iidabashi Industries building. On her way to the entrance, she spotted someone heading out, and seemed to decide that said person could help. "Hey! Hello— sir?" she called, trying to flag them down. "Are you the professor? Professor Iidabashi?" (@magical-survivor)

@magical-survivor As Himiko was approaching the building, a strange man could be seen, placing a phone in his pocket and pushing a large cart outside of the building, for reasons unexplained. This, was the same man that she rushed over to, asking a question.

"What?" He asked, sounding both irritated and puzzled, raising an eyebrow.

Before he could come up with a rebuttal though, his demeanor changed once he actually saw the petite mage near him. This... was probably somebody new, hopefully just confused. ...Maybe.

"Oh, you must be a newer student. But no, I'm not Idabashi-san, I wonder where did that come from." He laughed nervously to quickly explain the situation, completely ignoring the mage hat that the other had on.

"Why do you need to see him anyway? I think I can figure it out from here." He continues, with the nervousness coming to an ease. It probably just was an ordinary question anyway, like directions or something.

[ask-nondespair-kiibo]

As the afternoon started to come to a close, a small girl with short, red hair and a... well, noticeable hat, approached the Iidabashi Industries building. On her way to the entrance, she spotted someone heading out, and seemed to decide that said person could help. "Hey! Hello— sir?" she called, trying to flag them down. "Are you the professor? Professor Iidabashi?" (@magical-survivor)

@magical-survivor As Himiko was approaching the building, a strange man could be seen, placing a phone in his pocket and pushing a large cart outside of the building, for reasons unexplained. This, was the same man that she rushed over to, asking a question.

"What?" He asked, sounding both irritated and puzzled, raising an eyebrow.

Before he could come up with a rebuttal though, his demeanor changed once he actually saw the petite mage near him. This... was probably somebody new, hopefully just confused. ...Maybe.

"Oh, you must be a newer student. But no, I'm not Idabashi-san, I wonder where did that come from." He laughed nervously to quickly explain the situation, completely ignoring the mage hat that the other had on.

"Why do you need to see him anyway? I think I can figure it out from here." He continues, with the nervousness coming to an ease. It probably just was an ordinary question anyway, like directions or something.

[ask-nondespair-kiibo]

OOOO I SEE A BITCH

"Bitch? Really? Well, that doesn't sound too bad. I'll take it."

[ask-nondespair-kiibo]

Bitch who tf are you

"Do you really think I'd tell you? Ah well, this is my blog now... Maybe it's best that you at least have a name.

Jiro. That's what you can call me. Nothing more, nothing less."

[ask-nondespair-kiibo]

An hour had passed, just as the professor promised Kiibo. He'd reluctantly gave the robot an hour to himself, after waking up up. Whether or not this was a good decision, he was about to find out.

Ma̴k̴i̷n̸g̶ ̷h̸i̴s̸ ̷w̵a̵y̴ ̴u̷p̶ ̸o̸u̴t̶ ̴o̸f̸ ̵t̶h̴e̸ ̴(̵s̸o̸u̸n̵d̶p̶r̸o̴o̸f̴)̷ ̵l̸a̴b̴,̵ ̶h̸e̸ ̸h̵e̶a̷r̴d̴ ̵a̵ ̵l̷o̴u̶d̷,̵ ̸c̶l̵a̷s̷h̶i̵n̸g̸ ̶n̴o̶i̴s̷e̶ ̵u̸n̴l̶i̷k̵e̶.̸̫̆ ̵̤́w̴͈͂a̸͉͒i̵̺͝ţ̸̃,̷͍̉ ̴̮͛ẁ̵̖ḧ̸̙́y̸͇̏ ̵̦͂a̷̟̕r̶̎ͅe̵̱̓ ̵͍̐y̷͕̌ö̵̝́u̷̝̽ ̶̖̃r̸̡̄ė̴̩ạ̸͐d̵͚́i̴̛͇n̸͔͆ǵ̵͚ ̴̖͑t̶͚̑h̶̘̔i̸̠͝s̸͎͠,̷̯̋ ̵̻̓w̷͇̌h̶͉͒a̷̬͘t̴̗̚'̵̢̑s̴͇͒ ̸̜̽g̸̊ͅō̵̩i̷͖͛n̷̯̂g̴̞̈ ̵̺̀ö̴̖n̵͍͆?̵̬̓ ̴̝͗W̶͈̾h̵̞̔ȁ̶̹t̶̼́ ̶̧̒a̷̙͝m̷͕͗ ̸̬͗I̶̱̒ ̶̟̈́d̵͕̈o̷̹̓i̷̻̾ň̷̹g̵̡̈́ ̴̪͋h̴̩͋é̶͈r̵̮̓e̵̺̾ ̷̱͘a̸̻͠g̴̰̏a̶͙̽ị̴͝n̷͖̄?̸̣͆

Ḩ̷̣͇̰͕̠͉͔͎͍̖̩̮̹̱͖̤͕̽̏͌̀̈́̋̈́̽͑͂̆̎̆̎̐̇̂̾̇̃́͐̃̏̓͒̓̂͐̚͜͠͠-̸̢̢̢̛̩͍̰̼̖̟̪̣̳̰̝͎̗̟̘̘͈̮̦̈͊̊̀̀̒̈́̒̽̑́̿͌̌̾̎̍̈̇̀̈́͋́͐͑̚͘͠ͅḧ̸̨̛̛̭̖͎͓͚̣̞͓͔̖̹̱́͐̊̏̇̿̃͋̀͆̏̀̉̄͌͒̈́̋̌̄̂͑͂͐̑̈̂̐̋̇̐̅͒́̈́̉̿̀͆͋̐̇̆̈̓͘͘͘̕͜͠͠͝͝͝ͅư̸̧̢͇̹̟̲͖̯̦̻͉̬͓̺̦̪̮̔̈́̐̃͂̒͐͑̾͒͊̈́̿̽͋͋͂̍͋̽̂́̐̇͘͜͜͝͠h̵̨̡̨̧̢̤͔̠̬̦͎̹̭̪͉̻̞̳̠̟̥͎̗̱͕̟̦̱̬̟͓̰͇̠͓̭͎̪̯̼͇̘̬͚͈̳͖̗͕̭̳̦̊̅̄͛͒̽̈́͊̆̌̌́͗̅͒̈̌̈́̊͐͗̒͂̃̃̾́͂͌͗͋̀̑̐̏̑̿͂̔͐̀̏͑͌̈́͋́͘̕̕̕͜͠͝ͅͅͅ.̷̨̢̡̨̧̡̛̠͙̗̳̙͈̹̻̘͙̗͍̠̣̫̹̪̜̦̩̗̼͈̰̯̙̼̖͈̯͔̝͖̘̬̗̻͓̳̣͔͎̖͖̭̩͈̩͕͆̊͊̀́̈́̓̇͑̈́̈́̇̋̌̌̄̍͊̓̅̀͐͑͒͑̐̈́̈́̽̄͆̃̓͒̑́̑̔̃͆̀̓̀̆̓̈́͗͗̎̊̈́͗͒͑͘̚͘͠͠͠ͅ.̴̨̛̛̛͇̙͎͚̮̞͎̱̹͙̱̘̗͖̩̱͑͊̓̓̔̃͑͆̋͌̇͋̊̎͂̏̏̿̎̍̇̾̄͛̂͒̐͑̄̍̿̎̕̚̕̚͝͝͝ͅ.̷͎̝͓͉̉̅̈́́͗̂̑̈́̂̈͗̏̑̏̈́̒͋̄̾̉̋̔̉͂̿̄̀̿͛̈́̋̅̐͑͌̋͐̃̽͠͝?̷̨̡̧̱̯͇̖̭̪̙͔̩̦͉̝̞͕̞͂͐ͅͅ

"Enough of this nonsense. I've had enough."

??? Is open for asks....? [Picrew used: (https://picrew.me/image_maker/19158)]

[ask-nondespair-kiibo]

KIIBO NOOOOO 😭

"..."

There was no answer. Seemingly, Kiibo's body shut off because of the damage visibly seen all throughout his body. There wasn't much you c̸̡̡͎̼̥̜̩̙̃͋͑̽̆͋͘͝ö̵̢͖̬̖̲͙̤̪͕̟͚͎͖́̏̉̑͗͗̆͊̀̕̕͝ų̸̠͓͚͔̦̩̙̺̹͙̯̀̽̄̃̇̉̅̐̂͐͒̔l̷̛̙̙̞̮̟͇̀̌̔͐̏͆̓̎̄̀͊̚͝d̶̨̯̆͛͒̀̇̓͆̈́̑̈́̑̕͘͝ ̸̧̛̟̞̝̯̙̳̝͕̲͚̺̗̒́̀̇̔̌͌̑̂̿͘͜͝d̶͕͓̾̿̓̑̉́͛͘͝o̴̡̨̥̲̥͇̯̯͙̙̻̫̬̓̾̅̐͑̕̕͜͠ ̷̪̎̐͊̿̋̓̆́̅͛̈̍̒͠͝n̴̮̜̺͉̹̈́̈́̏̿̏́͠͝ǫ̵͙̘̟̬͙͕̬͇͎̰̙́͜ͅw̶̰͇̓͘.̸̱̲̓́̈́̐̽̍͐͂͛̎.̵̨͇̇̇̃̋̍̋͆.̵̧̘̳̠̖̺͚̼̈̔̒̈́͠

[ask-nondespair-kiibo]

//The final trim!//

The final piece of fear on Kiibo's face was evident as Pixel picked him up by his head, which felt oddly loose, and made him dangle right above that.. shredder. The one that she was about to use for Chiaki, was going to be used for him.

Or so he thought. Before he could react further, he was dropped to the ground by Chiaki's command... she wished to go. Which shouldn't be possible... he didn't want her to go, nor for her to be in danger. Especially not for him, not now...

But in the end, none of those feelings mattered. Kiibo's instinct was to protest, say he wasn't just a prototype, nor pathetic, and to let Chiaki go, but he couldn't. He could barely move, nor even speak. All he could do now was watch as the situation unfolded, no matter how much he wished that wasn't the case.

And the next thing he knew, everything went dark, and he became limp. The last thing he saw was some blue, flashing thing. Eventually, perhaps not now, he would realize what it was.

After what might've felt like days to Chiaki, someone finally tuned her in to the outside would. Who turned her on? It was Kiibo, faking a smile on the other side of the screen. He knew that Chiaki hadn't been online for a good while, so he thought it would be best to do so, at least for now.

"Good afternoon Chiaki. How are you doing?"

@ask-nondespair-kiibo

Chiaki seemed to be lost in thought when she was pulled onto the screen, a stark contrast from how she was normally fast asleep whenever her laptop was turned on. Looking up, she quickly tried to shake any nerves from talking to Kiibo and hoped he wouldn't be too suspicious.

"Hey, Kiibo. It's nice to see you again! Are you feeling any better now?" She asked cheerfully, genuinely concerned for her fellow AI friend. He didn't seem to be functioning properly the last time she had seen him face to face, so she was hoping that his issues had been fixed by now. "I've been doing well myself. My friend helped upload Usami's code into here so I haven't been alone. I think she's busy right though... I'm sure she would've loved to meet you. Maybe next time?"

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[ask-nondespair-kiibo]

Still having his back against the wall for structure, and having no idea what to do, Kiibo continued trying to find an alternative... until he realized that Pixel was coming towards him, closer by the second, eventually looming over his head, as if she were a god. He tried to etch further away out of reflex, but that of course, did nothing.

Then, the question came. Kiibo stammered, not knowing an exact answer, but did know who she was talking about. Not that it would lead him anywhere, as the next thing he knew, he was trapped. Changing his attention, he tried to find a quick way to escape, realizing what Pixel would do with those blades of hers, but there was nothing.

With fear, Kiibo at least tried to brace himself a bit, before the inevitable happened, but there wasn't enough time. The scratching had already begun, and it stung, and stung horribly, even with the minimal protection that his armor gave him initially, which eventually weathered anyway. Of course, now would be the time where he caught sight of a loose wire, which he was looking for.

Screaming in pain because of the blades, with his insides becoming more and more visible with each scratch, all seemed a bit helpless now. Of course, Kiibo would still take the blows for Chiaki, but he couldn't do much himself now. Sooner or later, it seemed that he would be destroyed..

After what might've felt like days to Chiaki, someone finally tuned her in to the outside would. Who turned her on? It was Kiibo, faking a smile on the other side of the screen. He knew that Chiaki hadn't been online for a good while, so he thought it would be best to do so, at least for now.

"Good afternoon Chiaki. How are you doing?"

@ask-nondespair-kiibo

Chiaki seemed to be lost in thought when she was pulled onto the screen, a stark contrast from how she was normally fast asleep whenever her laptop was turned on. Looking up, she quickly tried to shake any nerves from talking to Kiibo and hoped he wouldn't be too suspicious.

"Hey, Kiibo. It's nice to see you again! Are you feeling any better now?" She asked cheerfully, genuinely concerned for her fellow AI friend. He didn't seem to be functioning properly the last time she had seen him face to face, so she was hoping that his issues had been fixed by now. "I've been doing well myself. My friend helped upload Usami's code into here so I haven't been alone. I think she's busy right though... I'm sure she would've loved to meet you. Maybe next time?"

@ask-nondespair-kiibo

[ask-nondespair-kiibo]

H....H-huh!?

After dashing at Pixel, the next thing that Kiibo knew was somehow being hurled towards a wall. Emitting a scream, and barely being able to brace for impact, he nearly hit the wall face-first, causing a large amount of stinging pain. With that, came a slight cracking sound, indicated that something broke (His forehead and his ahoge, visibly.).

After realizing what had just happened, trying to ignore the ongoing pain sensation, yet still terrified, Kiibo turned his back to the now-dented wall and tried to figure out what to do next. Looking around the trashed room, he found that Chiaki was now safe, thankfully, and that Pixel was directly looking at him, making a very odd static sound.

Still in a sort-of panicked state, he didn't know what to do. Further backing himself against the wall, he did a motion that was similar to twisting his fingers, (which was really just him seeing his options with his multitool.) trying to see if Pixel had a weak spot, and if so, how to get to it.

After what might've felt like days to Chiaki, someone finally tuned her in to the outside would. Who turned her on? It was Kiibo, faking a smile on the other side of the screen. He knew that Chiaki hadn't been online for a good while, so he thought it would be best to do so, at least for now.

"Good afternoon Chiaki. How are you doing?"

@ask-nondespair-kiibo

Chiaki seemed to be lost in thought when she was pulled onto the screen, a stark contrast from how she was normally fast asleep whenever her laptop was turned on. Looking up, she quickly tried to shake any nerves from talking to Kiibo and hoped he wouldn't be too suspicious.

"Hey, Kiibo. It's nice to see you again! Are you feeling any better now?" She asked cheerfully, genuinely concerned for her fellow AI friend. He didn't seem to be functioning properly the last time she had seen him face to face, so she was hoping that his issues had been fixed by now. "I've been doing well myself. My friend helped upload Usami's code into here so I haven't been alone. I think she's busy right though... I'm sure she would've loved to meet you. Maybe next time?"

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[ask-nondespair-kiibo]

//trim!//

Kiibo was only halfway down the stairs when he heard Pixel break in. Somehow, it was so loud, he could hear it halfway across the house. The sound of it was obviously something important breaking, so of course, he hurriedly went back upstairs to see what was going on. This, seemed important, and probably dangerous.

And as Kiibo opened the door to the computer room and took a peak inside, he found that his hunch was true. He had walked into a scene where Pixel, (Wait, Pixel?) had somehow turned the computer room window into a mess, and held a laptop whom he recognized as Chiaki's, about to... swallow her with a giant chest stomach??? Was this what the anons had been warning him about?

He couldn't allow this to happen though... no way, no how. Chiaki... was his friend. Pixel was too, once. But this wasn't Pixel, not anymore, and Chiaki was seemingly in grave danger. Certainly, he would regret this later, but there was only one thing that came to his mind on how to get Pixel away from her.

"H-hey! Get away from Chiaki, now!" He cries, running up to, and attempting to tackle, Pixel. Hopefully, the element of surprise would work in his favor.

After what might've felt like days to Chiaki, someone finally tuned her in to the outside would. Who turned her on? It was Kiibo, faking a smile on the other side of the screen. He knew that Chiaki hadn't been online for a good while, so he thought it would be best to do so, at least for now.

"Good afternoon Chiaki. How are you doing?"

@ask-nondespair-kiibo

Chiaki seemed to be lost in thought when she was pulled onto the screen, a stark contrast from how she was normally fast asleep whenever her laptop was turned on. Looking up, she quickly tried to shake any nerves from talking to Kiibo and hoped he wouldn't be too suspicious.

"Hey, Kiibo. It's nice to see you again! Are you feeling any better now?" She asked cheerfully, genuinely concerned for her fellow AI friend. He didn't seem to be functioning properly the last time she had seen him face to face, so she was hoping that his issues had been fixed by now. "I've been doing well myself. My friend helped upload Usami's code into here so I haven't been alone. I think she's busy right though... I'm sure she would've loved to meet you. Maybe next time?"

@ask-nondespair-kiibo

[ask-nondespair-kiibo]

"Yeah... I suppose. I need to do what's best for me at this moment, so it's probably best that we discuss the first trial another day. If the time comes, I'll tell you when I'm ready myself, and we can talk about strategy from there. I'll speak to you then." Kiibo affirms back, finally ending the call.

Well... this ended well. Surprisingly, Kiibo got something out of this call. Somehow... he felt somewhat better thanks to Kaede's motivation. It did feel nice to have someone behind him, huh.

🔔 You have: 3 new messages from: "Kaede Akamatsu". Would you like to read them? (@ask-shslpianist)

@ask-shslpianist

Kiibo had just entered his room after who-knows-how-many days of being unconscious in the lab. The place itself had somewhat of an uneasy feeling. How long was it going to be until everything seemed… familiar again?

The first thing he did (aside from sitting down.) might as well be something simple after all… maybe a game on his phone or something would distract him, because at this point, his head was ‘spinning’. But he ended up having a distraction anyway. 3 missed messages from Kaede? What happened?

> Yes, read them.

[ask-nondespair-kiibo]

There was another nod on the other side of the call. Kaede's attempt at comfort was at least working for now, that was for sure.

"Again, thank you Kaede. Once again, you are correct, I shouldn't allow this person's poor choices to effect me in the long term, should I? That wouldn't be ideal by any means. Though, I'll go and try to relax as you said for now anyway. It's probably the best option in this case." Kiibo affirmed back, and you could actually tell in his voice that he was starting to perk up to an extent.

🔔 You have: 3 new messages from: "Kaede Akamatsu". Would you like to read them? (@ask-shslpianist)

@ask-shslpianist

Kiibo had just entered his room after who-knows-how-many days of being unconscious in the lab. The place itself had somewhat of an uneasy feeling. How long was it going to be until everything seemed… familiar again?

The first thing he did (aside from sitting down.) might as well be something simple after all… maybe a game on his phone or something would distract him, because at this point, his head was ‘spinning’. But he ended up having a distraction anyway. 3 missed messages from Kaede? What happened?

> Yes, read them.

[ask-nondespair-kiibo]

//Trim!//

For a bit, there was a pause from Kiibo's line as he processed what Kaede said. She... she had a faith in him, some sense of... hope?

"... Thank you, Kaede. While I'm unsure about the exact circumstances of the complete situation currently, I'm glad that you at least have some faith on me otherwise. Perhaps you're right, maybe time will help out with this issue. I suppose, only it itself can tell." Kiibo responded sincerely.

Kaede couldn't see this, but behind the screen, Kiibo was actually smiling a bit. And that smile was geniune.

🔔 You have: 3 new messages from: "Kaede Akamatsu". Would you like to read them? (@ask-shslpianist)

@ask-shslpianist

Kiibo had just entered his room after who-knows-how-many days of being unconscious in the lab. The place itself had somewhat of an uneasy feeling. How long was it going to be until everything seemed… familiar again?

The first thing he did (aside from sitting down.) might as well be something simple after all… maybe a game on his phone or something would distract him, because at this point, his head was ‘spinning’. But he ended up having a distraction anyway. 3 missed messages from Kaede? What happened?

> Yes, read them.

[ask-nondespair-kiibo]

Kiibo listened as Kaede went on about what happened... and the last thing that he wished was for her to feel sorry for him. But she was right, nothing really made sense anymore... and everything seemed so... artificial.

Though, he sighed a bit as Kaede answered the last question. He didn't know anything about the grudge or an end goal, not that he really wanted to anyway.

"That... I cannot answer myself Kaede. I don't know much about the person behind the hacking, nor I know their motive. I simply am just left with the result of it all, left to wonder about why I was even revived in the first place. Perhaps that may be their end goal, but I probably won't ever know myself." Kiibo explains, surprisingly... calmly, even with the 'wondering part.'

🔔 You have: 3 new messages from: "Kaede Akamatsu". Would you like to read them? (@ask-shslpianist)

@ask-shslpianist

Kiibo had just entered his room after who-knows-how-many days of being unconscious in the lab. The place itself had somewhat of an uneasy feeling. How long was it going to be until everything seemed… familiar again?

The first thing he did (aside from sitting down.) might as well be something simple after all… maybe a game on his phone or something would distract him, because at this point, his head was ‘spinning’. But he ended up having a distraction anyway. 3 missed messages from Kaede? What happened?

> Yes, read them.

[ask-nondespair-kiibo]

//Trim//

Kiibo nodded back, understanding Chiaki's instructions. He was now the one in charge of who and where the information went... and he'd try his best and do it well.

"Alright, you made the correct choice trusting me then. I'll only lend the information to those I trust. Faewell Chiaki, I'll update you on the information when I can." Kiibo grinned back at Chiaki as she shut down in front of him.

This... was going to work, Kiibo was sure of it. Now... who to tell first? Perhaps the professor would be the best choice, as he was current downstairs in the basement, or the lab. Thus, Kiibo finally left his room, and finally started making his way downstairs, completely unaware of the chaos that was about to ensue.

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After what might've felt like days to Chiaki, someone finally tuned her in to the outside would. Who turned her on? It was Kiibo, faking a smile on the other side of the screen. He knew that Chiaki hadn't been online for a good while, so he thought it would be best to do so, at least for now.

"Good afternoon Chiaki. How are you doing?"

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Chiaki seemed to be lost in thought when she was pulled onto the screen, a stark contrast from how she was normally fast asleep whenever her laptop was turned on. Looking up, she quickly tried to shake any nerves from talking to Kiibo and hoped he wouldn't be too suspicious.

"Hey, Kiibo. It's nice to see you again! Are you feeling any better now?" She asked cheerfully, genuinely concerned for her fellow AI friend. He didn't seem to be functioning properly the last time she had seen him face to face, so she was hoping that his issues had been fixed by now. "I've been doing well myself. My friend helped upload Usami's code into here so I haven't been alone. I think she's busy right though... I'm sure she would've loved to meet you. Maybe next time?"

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