#// hey so the purple guy is a song by DA/Games kinda suits cyborg and this is a cursed fact

[sour-heart-treats]

i like to think that cyborg is the one that shot aloe’s leg off; maybe you can do something with that? your writing is spicy btw

Caution was of the utmost importance when handling a someone sentient with a weapon. Aloe knew this. They knew this, yet their caution wasn't enough. Stanced defensively, they looked above them, eyes wide as they stared upon their former friend. Their only friend. One who only grew and grew more violent each time they tried to give their memories back.

What kept going wrong? They had to figure it out- for their friend- yet... That scowl they recieved shook him. Was this the right path to keep pressing towards? Yes- yes it had to be.

"Cyborg, please calm down- this- this isn't you!" The scientist shouted out, only to recieve a growl from a digitized voice. Just the sound alone caused him to take a step back. "Please..." They pleaded once more, reaching a hand out to the amalgamation of metal and cookie they had made out of his own desperation.

Desperation that exchanged itself with bitterness and rage within the figure that raised their blaster to their 'creator'. "How are you supposed to know who I am and not?!" They practically screamed, the vrring of a charge flowing through their arm canon. "Even I don't know who I am! You can't possibly have a clue, you horrific excuse for a human!"

Hearing their heart race, they knew that continuing to reason would only lead to some form of harm to them. Their body told them to run, yet their heart told them to stay. So they did, to Cyborg's disdain. They knew the direction that blaster was headed. It was directed to their head, for sure a blast to their form would kill them...

"Leave me alone!" The flying figure squalled, glowering down at the annoyance that haunted their waking nightmare. They didn't know shit about them, not a single thing! They couldn't, not if Cyborg themself didn't know any better. Even still, that fearfulness that they were drowning in... Cy recognized it as their own. It burned their processors how conflicted this simple relation made them feel. They can't- They can't opperate like this. "I said-... I said leave me alone!"

A single blast left nothing but a discordant cry of anguish. The creation escaped, and the creator was left upon the ground, clutching at their burnt, utterly decimated leg. Unusable. Agonizing. Barely anything remained, and what was had been scorched to the bone. Aloe cried for the aid of an Ion, praying that one of them would come to carry them from here. They couldn't dare go to a hospital, no, not with unexplainable injuries...

They prayed to the stars they had the supplies for a self-amputation...