#anyway. yay tramua <3 suffer cpu suffer

[forthedancingandthethriving]

CPU has a headache, but for once, he really doesn't mind.

While the bill was.. expensive to hell and back, and no doubt it was coming out of his pocket when the inevitable chaos came, but he didn't mind. It was also pretty easy coming up with rooms for everyone.

It was completely intentional that he put Crash and Download together. He's getting tired of Crash's simping ass. And, of course, all the couples were put together too. (Hey, he finally could have genuine alone time with Lag, cut him some slack.)

"Hoo boy.." CPU sighs as he leans back in his chair. He reaches and takes his long hair out of its low ponytail and runs a hand through it, trying to smooth it out somewhat.

He stares up at the ceiling of his office before a genuine smile breaks out on his face.

He could just hope things wouldn't go to shit immediately after they arrive.

Deciding that he should probably get up and stretch his legs, the Admin stands up with a sigh and cracks his neck. Rolling his shoulders, he opens a portal to a random server and walks through.

He looks around, noting the forests and a nearby river. With a smile, he begins to follow it.

Though, as he walked, CPU's smile slowly fell, and his eyes narrowed. After some time, he stopped and looked around.

.. someone was following him.

He summoned his gun, pointed it, and fire.

A cut-off gasp and rustling of grass.

"Come out," he demands. "I know you're there."

It's quiet until there's a searing pain, something throbbing in his head, and he cries out in pain. He stumbles to his knees, dropping his gun and clutching at his head.

It was so intense, in fact, that tears began to prick at his eyes.

What the hell was happening..?

"Gh.."

His eyes widen as he recognizes the pain.

"It's okay, CPU," that sacchrine voice croons, fingers threading through his strands of hair as the grip tightens. "It'll be over soon."

Panic begins to cloud his mind, not noticing the tendrils of black that slowly emerge from the shadows.

With his breathing quickening, he scrambled to contact someone. He didn't know who, but he needed someone. Anyone-

A cry of shock escapes him as tendrils shoot out and wrap around his wrists and ankles. He's hoisted into the air, and his panic momentarily fades as he recognizes what's holding him. And what's in front of him.

Hello, the Abyss chuckles, and CPU finds himself wishing he'd just stayed back in the Adminspace.

There's that pricking sensation, and his eyes widen terror as that horrifyingly familiar input box is in front of him.

"No-" CPU whimpers, full on whimpers, and thrashes in the tendrils holding him. "Please, no- No no no no no- I'm begging you, please-"

Oh, you already know what I'm planning to do! The Abyss laughs mockingly at his pleas.

With wide, fearing eyes, CPU watches as the Abyss input the access code.

The hands cupping his cheeks, coos and croons, false promises that it would all be okay.

Tears fall from his face, and as the familiar feeling of oppressing pressure overwhelms him, all CPU can do is scream in desperation for the one person he needs most.

"LAG!!"

The Abyss watches as he goes limp in the tendrils hold, and its curiosity is peaked. As it lets its own code work, setting the commands it needs into CPU, it searches his memories and-

Oh.

Oh wow.

A light purple blush dusts its cheeks as it swiftly pulls out of the memories.

.... it's gonna.. try and forget all that.

Once the Abyss regains its composure, and the control over CPU is absolute, it releases him from its tendrils.

It stares at him, and he stares back with a blank gaze.

The Abyss smiles. Your mission is simple. Continue acting as you do. Do not let anyone realize you are under my command. Wait until my command to head to Computer Hell and override the imprisonment protocols.

"Understood." CPU nods as life sparks back to his eyes, but the Abyss can see how it's artificial. But that's only up close. From any other distance, it's as if he's the same.

With a smile and a nod, the Abyss vanishes.

The controlled CPU stands there for several long moments, and there's a vague feeling of something wrong. But it vanishes and he opens a portal.

He steps back through it, back into his office. He stands there before there's a click, and some memories come to light.

What he's meant to do, his job, how he does it.

As if nothing had happened, CPU had sat himself back down on his chair at his desk, and got back to his work.