psigraft

[psigraft]

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[STATUS CHECK]

[LOADING…]

[TEMPERATURE: LOW]

[OPTICS: OPERATING]

[OTHER SYSTEMS: OPERATING]

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[REBOOTING…]

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[100%] [PROGRESS COMPLETED. POWERING ON…]

[psigraft]

[ . . . ]

[ “ Where am I? “ ]

[ “ Everything is so dark. . . “ ]

^[ > NEW HOME ? < ]^

[psigraft]

| Snow. So much snow. Almost an endless supply of it. Rocks too. And of course the coldness. |

| They’ve been wandering around Blackrock’s outer areas since a long time. Away from cities, finding nothing but high and cold mountains, snow constantly being sloshed around. They were growing tired of it, the only thing keeping them by sanity was their pet crow. |

| Even their feathery companion seemed a little worried over its owner, always perched on their shoulder or head, unless the storm got too heavy and strong or he was hungry. The red Biograft would try to sneak into a nearby city and steal a few resources for it. They were sure that some demons might’ve seen it and reported it to the higher-ups, or the government. They couldn’t care less though, fixated on surviving and taking care of their pet. |

| Currently, both of them were walking through the snow again, Nyx feeding on a few seeds from the bad that Psigraft stole a few days ago, while the robot was heading towards… somewhere. It was unclear where they were. But they continued going, step by step, even when the storm got stronger or the coldness colder. They haven’t replenished their energy source since a while, trying to cut off of their ‘addiction’. But it left them unusually tired and less productive, having delayed responses or movements. |

| They sluggishly continued to walk, each step feeling heavier than the last. Until they saw a faint glow in the distance. |

| Perking up, Psigraft tried to recollect themselves before continuing to walk, trying to see what the unusual glow was. It was purple, a little faint but noticeable in the dense snow wind. The purple-glowing entity turned to them the moment it noticed them and they instantly recognized them as another Biograft - specifically a Betagraft model. They had to keep in all their urges to not rush up to the other robot snd straight up exterminate it, shakily getting closer. The other Biograft barely moved, watching as the red Biograft came closer. |

| After a few more steps, they were face to face. Psigraft could see multible dents and missing chips and chunks of the other’s horns, a light scratch looking like a crooked frown on the lower part of their face. The most noticeable part of their appearance was the lack of their right eye, covered by a stripe of seemingly leather. Despite the lack of facial movements, a skeptical look could be felt from the Betagraft, almost glaring at them. They could faintly see the remaining optics of the latter examining them before speaking up. |

LOOKIN’ A LITTLE ROUGHT THERE. I COULD HELP YOU, BRING YOU SOMEWHERE SAFER, IF YOU WANT.

| The Betagraft leaned a little closer, arms crossed. Despite their monotonous voice, a little darker tone settled into them. |

BUT IF YOU DO ANYTHING STUPID… I WON’T HELP YOU OUT.

| They hesitated slightly before nodding. Their energy reserves were pretty low, so they didn’t want to speak too much. The Betagraft leaned back again, arms uncrossing. |

ALRIGHT, JUST FOLLOW ME.

| They said, beckoning to it. It silently nodded, following the purple robot, Nyx curiously staring at them while still being perched on Psigraft’s shoulder. |

[psigraft]

I KEEP FORGETTING… I KEEP FORGETTING TO SAY SOMETHING HERE…

IT’S REALLY NOT LIKE I CAN DO ANYTHING AT THE MOMENT, BUT… I FEEL LIKE I KEEP FORGETTING MORE… NOT JUST THIS.

HM… WHATEVER. I’LL BE JUST FINE I THINK. I SHOULD FOCUS ON SURVIVING AND KEEPING NYX SAFE.

[psigraft]

Hmmm... Maybe Nyx? Sorry, I'm not good with names XwX

NYX… IT SOUNDS NICE. WHAT DO YOU THINK?

| There’s a caw, the Midnight Crow even nodding slightly. |

HE SEEMS FINE WITH IT, EVEN IF IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE A FEMININE NAME. THANKS FOR THE HELP.

[psigraft]

AH… I HAVEN’T SPOKEN HERE FOR A WHILE. BUT AS PER USUAL, NOTHING MUCH TO TALK ABOUT… EXCEPT A LITTLE SOMETHING- OR SOMEONE.

IT WAS EVENING, I WAS JUST WALKING AROUND WHEN ONE OF THOSE MIDNIGHT CROWS SUDDENLY APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE AND… STARRED AT ME. REALLY JUST THAT. THOUGH WHEN I CONTINUED WALKING, IT FOLLOWED ME. I HAD NO FOOD OR ANYTHING AND MY EXPERIENCE WITH BIRDS OR ANIMALS IN GENERAL IS VERY LOW, SO I HAD ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT TO DO.

NOW I’M WANDERING AROUND WITH A RANDOM CROW FOLLOWING ME AND OCCASIONALLY PERCHING ON ME. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO, BUT I DON’T MIND THE LITTLE COMPANY. SHOULD I GIVE IT A NAME?

[psigraft]

HEY, IT’S BEEN QUITE SOME TIME. HOW’VE YOU BEEN?

| A short moment of silence, as if waiting for an answer. Psigraft continued shortly after. |

I AM DOING FINE, AS USUAL… WELL, EXCEPT THE FACT SOMETHING HACKED INTO MYSELF. AND I THREW UP… BUT DON’T MIND THAT, I WENT OUT FOR SOME FOOD AFTERWARDS. | Another silence… |

| The robot continued to seemingly talk to the air, soon finishing with an exhale of their vents, akin to a sigh. It gently placed the flower near the stick with the old, wilted away ones. |

I SUPPOSE I’LL LEAVE SOON AGAIN… I DON’T WANT ANYONE TO FIND THIS YOU BECAUSE OF MY LIGHTS. | They say, turning away from the evarg stick. |

FAREWELL, MY DEAR FRIEND…

| Was all they said before they stood up and walked away, letting the little place succumb back to the depths of the woods and the whites of the snow. |

| A cold afternoon, snow falling from the clouded sky of Blackrock. Amidst the falling snow and howling wing, a red figure walked through it, not minding the weather. The snow crunched softly under their metallic feet, melting from their body temperature and freezing into ice after a short amount of time, leaving temporary footprints which disappear under all the white snow. |

| Soon, they reach the edge of a dead forest, most trees bare and grey with a few, dull pine trees surviving the harsh conditions of the cold faction. They entered the grey forest, walking a path they’ve seemed to memorize well. Left and right were only dull (and occasionally dead) trees, the floor covered in snow as the wind howled through the trees. Nevertheless, Psigraft continued their way. |

| Soon, they reached a specific place deep in the woods where a bit of living fauna was. But it was so sparse you could barely see it. Somewhere in the middle of that, there was a medium-sized stick securely sticked to the ground (no pun intended-), a few yellow colored flowers on it which have wilted away, some older than the rest. A yellow band was strapped around the top of the stick, looking slightly worn-out. |

| The red Biograft had a little yellow flower in their hand, making sure to not break it. They approached the stick, sitting down in the snow and starting to speak to it. |

[psigraft]

| A cold afternoon, snow falling from the clouded sky of Blackrock. Amidst the falling snow and howling wing, a red figure walked through it, not minding the weather. The snow crunched softly under their metallic feet, melting from their body temperature and freezing into ice after a short amount of time, leaving temporary footprints which disappear under all the white snow. |

| Soon, they reach the edge of a dead forest, most trees bare and grey with a few, dull pine trees surviving the harsh conditions of the cold faction. They entered the grey forest, walking a path they’ve seemed to memorize well. Left and right were only dull (and occasionally dead) trees, the floor covered in snow as the wind howled through the trees. Nevertheless, Psigraft continued their way. |

| Soon, they reached a specific place deep in the woods where a bit of living fauna was. But it was so sparse you could barely see it. Somewhere in the middle of that, there was a medium-sized stick securely sticked to the ground (no pun intended-), a few yellow colored flowers on it which have wilted away, some older than the rest. A yellow band was strapped around the top of the stick, looking slightly worn-out. |

| The red Biograft had a little yellow flower in their hand, making sure to not break it. They approached the stick, sitting down in the snow and starting to speak to it. |

[psigraft]

IT HAS BEEN A FEW DAYS SINCE I SAID ANYTHING HERE.. WELL, I DON’T HAVE MUCH TO SAY ANYWAYS. AT LEAST I’M NOT FEELING SICK OR ANYTHING, THE AFTER-EFFECTS OF THAT VIRUS MESSED MY SYSTEMS UP FOR A LONGER AMOUNT OF TIME THAN I’D HAVE LIKED.

IT’S JUST BEEN A LOOP NOWADAYS, WALKING AROUND, OCCASIONALLY HUNTING, SCROLLING AROUND TUMBLR AND WHAT NOT. I PROBABLY WOULDN’T EVEN MIND AT LEAST SOMETHING HAPPENING… I STILL HAVE THE BOX OF KEYS THAT LEAD TO NOWHERE, BUT I CAN’T START MUCH WITH THAT.

I DON’T EVEN ‘HAVE THE GUTS’ TO TALK TO OTHERS. CURSE THAT… *sigh* I GUESS I’LL JUST WAIT AND SEE…

I SHOULD REALLY PAY HIM A VISIT THOUGH… THAT WOULD BE NICE.

[psigraft]

NO ONE SAW THAT LAST POST, OKAY? IT’S NOT IMPORTANT. DON’T GET CONCERNED, I’M TOTALLY FINE.

[psigraft]

…DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH… UHM- THROWN UP OUT FUEL OF A BIOGRAFT? JUST SO.

[psigraft]

ANOTHER STATUS REPORT OR WHATEVER.

I’VE MANAGED TO LOWER MY TEMPERATURE TO A DECENT DEGREE. MY BALANCE IS FIXED AGAIN, BUT UNFORTUNATELY MY OPTICS ARE STILL A BIT BROKEN AS I STILL SEE A FAINT HUE OF RAINOW COLORS (WHICH IS RIDICULOUS).

AND I FEEL WEIRDLY AGGRAVATED, AND I’M STILL ‘SICK’. I HATE THIS.

…WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE I NEED TO THROW ALL THE INSIDES OF ME OUT-

[psigraft]

AT LEAST… THEY MANAGED TO KICK THAT GODSFORSAKEN VIRUS OUT.

HM, I FEEL… BETTER NOW… OR MOSTLY. I CAN’T PROPERLY REGULATE MY BODY TEMPERATURE FOR SOME REASON, BEING DANGEROUSLY CLOSE TO OVERHEATING. AND MY BALANCE IS BROKEN TOO. AND MY SIGHT.

WHY IS IT GLITCHY AND CHANGING IN A RAY OF COLORS??? SFOTH, I DESPISE VIRUSES. AND I STILL FEEL SICK… UGH.

[psigraft]

HM, I FEEL… BETTER NOW… OR MOSTLY. I CAN’T PROPERLY REGULATE MY BODY TEMPERATURE FOR SOME REASON, BEING DANGEROUSLY CLOSE TO OVERHEATING. AND MY BALANCE IS BROKEN TOO. AND MY SIGHT.

WHY IS IT GLITCHY AND CHANGING IN A RAY OF COLORS??? SFOTH, I DESPISE VIRUSES. AND I STILL FEEL SICK… UGH.

[psigraft]

” OKAY. I‘LL DO SO LATER. THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP, AGAIN. “

” GOODBYE.. “

| They watch as ■■■ disappears, but having one last thought in mind. |

| “ What was his their name? Why… why did I talk to them in the first place? “ |

{...?}

Hey.

... I've been noticing that you've... Been trying to reach out to me. You don't seem good right now. Do you... Need any help or something?

(@thundersofthegenesis)

” OH. H//?£|!?ELLO. MY APOLOG//??!IES FOR CONCERNING YOU. I ##N’T KNO%#*W WHAT GOT INTO M///E haha. “

” I… D/??!£¥ON’T KNOW//W WHAT I ####. ####? I DO?!¥£%#%N’T KNOW… I GU!>£¥¥>!£S I JUST FEEL S###. “

[psigraft]

” IN ALL HONESTY, I DON’T KNOW. THAT VIRUS MESSED UP QUITE A LOT OF THINGS IN MY… HEAD. HEAD? MIND? SOFTWARE? I ASSUME MY ‘SECURITY CODES/SYSTEMS’ WERE NOT THAT HARD TO BYPASS. “

” BUT DON’T WORRY, I’M SURE I’LL RECOVER HOPEFULLY… . “

| Well, they will, but with a few gaps in their head. Plus, everything still hurts a bit and their body temperature is pretty high because the virus caused so much ruckus. |

” YOU… DON’T NEED TO WORRY MUCH. I CAN CONTACT YOU IF ANYTHING IS WRONG. “

{...?}

Hey.

... I've been noticing that you've... Been trying to reach out to me. You don't seem good right now. Do you... Need any help or something?

(@thundersofthegenesis)

” OH. H//?£|!?ELLO. MY APOLOG//??!IES FOR CONCERNING YOU. I ##N’T KNO%#*W WHAT GOT INTO M///E haha. “

” I… D/??!£¥ON’T KNOW//W WHAT I ####. ####? I DO?!¥£%#%N’T KNOW… I GU!>£¥¥>!£S I JUST FEEL S###. “

[psigraft]

” …I SUPPOSE I FEEL BETTER NOW. “

| Seems like whatever that was really helped them, they don’t even talk in glitches anymore! Not sure about their sanity though. |

| …After a short moment of hesistance- |

” …THANK YOU. “

{...?}

Hey.

... I've been noticing that you've... Been trying to reach out to me. You don't seem good right now. Do you... Need any help or something?

(@thundersofthegenesis)

” OH. H//?£|!?ELLO. MY APOLOG//??!IES FOR CONCERNING YOU. I ##N’T KNO%#*W WHAT GOT INTO M///E haha. “

” I… D/??!£¥ON’T KNOW//W WHAT I ####. ####? I DO?!¥£%#%N’T KNOW… I GU!>£¥¥>!£S I JUST FEEL S###. “