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TREAT?

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"...what's a simp?"

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"what are you guys DOING?"

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@novaragno said: oh, n

"am i missing something important???"

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. . .

"wanna come draw some dogs with me?"

@musesofthesun sent: N gently sets a hand on V's shoulder. "are you okay?"

in response to this

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"Huh?" Oh look, she's back to reality the moment her squadmate places his hand on her shoulder. Seems that anon had gotten her to start dissociating for a moment!

"....eeeer." she just shrugs at him.

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V found dogs and brought them over...... she is the BEST!!!!

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@edgydroned = one-to-two liner ft. N

"i dunno, uzi..." all seven of N's cameras sweep over the blueprints laid out in front of him. "i love the idea! it's cool! i'm not sure how plausible it is, though. wouldn't something like that need a lot of power?"

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@nautikids = one-to-two liner ft. N.

"i don't think i've seen you around before," N hums, curiously looking over nessa. "are you new to the planet?"

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<- PREVIOUS.

he's lost in this haunted temple, looking for his companions. he's gone this way and that, slinking around carefully so as not to be caught by the solver. he has to find uzi before the monster does. the dismantler is driven by panic that gnaws at his gears.

as such, when he comes across a trail of oil, his concern shoots through the roof akin to a bullet. N immediately fires off his tracking system, pursuing the trail wherever it may lead. ( this could easily be a trap, but he is willing to take chances when his friend's life is on the line. )

tap-tap-tap; his footsteps echo through the halls -- so tall and so wide, it makes him feel small. it makes him feel unwanted. he pauses in place. the sound of haphazard footsteps still continue. his joints whirr as he perks up and slinks in the direction of the noise. rounding a corner, he sees a figure...

[ int main() { . . . N-040010010V0.performEntityScan(ID:WORKERMODEL); } SCANNING TARGET. FETCHING... OIL YIELD: 45.1% AND FALLING. . . METAL YIELD: 67% INTACT. { std::cout << “Scan Data:” entityscan.data << std::endl; } CONCLUSION: TARGET IS WOUNDED AND WOULD MAKE FOR EASY PICKINGS. ]

DOLL. he could identify that silhouette anywhere. digital eyes go wide, and N quickly moves toward her. he makes sure he's within range of her visual optics, slowing once he is.

"doll?" he exclaims in a worried half-whisper, "you--you're so damaged! can you hear me? are your audio processors okay?"

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✘ N. Are you mad at V for ruining what you both once had?

send ✘ + a question & my muse has to tell the truth.

"no, because she didn't ruin it." he answers matter-of-a-factly, digital brow furrowing. "neither of us knew what was going to happen, so neither of us knew how to react to it. neither of us knew how it was going to change us. if there's one thing i'm mad at for ruining what V and I had, it's the Solver. V is just as much of a victim of it as the rest of us. she needs support, not judgement."

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@handfulofmuses = starter call.

a human child? N's joints freeze up, causing him to pause scaling this brick wall. he's uncertain how he got to a constructed, intact, and populated city like this in the first place, so he's already lost. now, he's been spotted by a human -- a curious one at that. the boy has been staring at him. N quickly shifts gear, swapping his free claws out for a hand. he still needs his other one for grip, so he hopes this will make him seem friendlier.

"ah, uh, hi!" his voice module fluctuates nervously. N waves with his free hand. "i-is there something i can help you with?"

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⏰ for n :]

SEND A ⏰ TO SEE INTO ONE OF MY MUSES' MEMORIES. = always accepting!

int main() { std::ifstream file("3402.txt"); if (file.is_open()) { std::string line; while (std::getline(0001.txt)) { std::cout << "[WD-ID: Cyn] has been acting different lately. N-0#’s eyes linger on her as she passes down the hall, watching her until she’s out of sight. he looks back at the brass vase he’s methodically polishing, ventilation systems whirring in a sigh. i wish she would talk to me. something happened, i just know it.

yet he doesn’t know what. he could probably chalk it up to master and mistress being harsh, but the facts don’t add up. [WD-ID: Cyn] was always somewhat skittish. she wouldn’t be caught out of line. she’s far too sneaky and clever. lately, however, she’s far less fleeting. she’s not around Tessa as much either, which is saddening but ultimately understandable. maybe [WD-ID: Cyn] felt left out and decided to branch off entirely. she might be doing her own thing. it would explain her sudden confidence.

something happened. he knows it. [WD-ID: Cyn] moves differently, with a strange assurance in herself that was not there before. she talks to herself when she thinks nobody is listening. her optics are off-color, which is not so bad—perhaps Tessa replaced her screen—but there’s something in her stare that makes his core distribute a little more energy to his servos. ( she sometimes watches him with a sort of curiosity, as if sizing him up. it makes him feel small in the same way that mistress’s sparing glances do. )

N-0# gently places the vase down, moving to clean the photo next to it. he begins to wipe dust off the frame. he’s probably overthinking it. [WD-ID: Cyn] seems more sure of herself. that’s a good thing. she doesn’t talk to him frequently like she used to. that’s alright, people change! it’s not as if he’s anything special, either. he’s encouraged her to talk to other drones, so she may have! the thought of [WD-ID-Cyn] making friends causes a small smile to appear on his muzzle.

regardless, he’s proud of her sudden bolster of confidence. he’s simply a little worried. there seems to be some tension in the air when she shows up—N-0# knows [WD-ID: V-II]’s posture and voice well enough to tell her wires become a little more shot in [WD-ID: Cyn]’s presence, and [WD-ID: J-##] and Tessa both watch [WD-ID: Cyn] like hawks. sometimes they make motions to each other when [WD-ID: Cyn] isn’t looking. he isn’t fluent in all of their silent communication, but he knows enough to understand that they’re talking about [WD-ID: Cyn].

something happened. he knows it. the butler’s fans whirr in a low exhale as he cleans the glass protecting the picture. he moves the cloth off to the side. there’s several yellow glowing dots reflected in the glass, gazing at him from over his shoulder. N-0#’s digital brow furrows in concern and he rotates his head a hundred and eighty degrees to glance in that direction.

there’s nothing there.

he shakes his head and places the picture down. he probably needs to recalibrate his optics. there’s been a lot of stress on his systems lately. N-0# drapes the cleaning-cloth over his forearm and turns to advance down the hall. perhaps tonight he can invite [WD-ID: Cyn] to a movie hangout and get her to tell him what’s on her mind." <<; std::endl; } };

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not sure what i was thinking. (for n n_n)

"it was my fault" prompts = accepting.

"maybe you can try explaining it to me?" N places a hand on his side, the other one occupied with hoisting uzi like a scruffed kitten. his wings partially shield the two from the winds of the frozen wastes. "like... start with why you're out here, far from the colony on your own?"

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"N, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out Candyland wasn't an actual country."

"oh, V... i'll never be able to meet hatsune miku in person......."

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"i'm good at dismantling!!"

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is also has become ouppy (but bigger).