Work Text:
One, two, three.. Hundred.
One, two, three.. Hundred.
One two three infinite.
Powers? None.
Who I am? No one.
And what’s the end of my equation?
Null.
Bzzt.. bzzt. beep.
Test Subject No.7 has completed its statistical overview analysis. Please refer to the list of checks to perform subsequential tasks with the least override as soon as possible.
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It happened. Again.
The dream of me being picked up from the lots of lookalike plushies of me by a foreign metal object, then placed through a series of hoo-haas just to appear in front of a mirror with a whiteboard directly behind of it.
As if I’m an equation ready to be solved at that given time by Anonymous.
But who else can exist in this fragmented world where reality and fiction clashes so jarringly?
One second of red, one strike of blue, another scream in purple.
I’m sorry, I don’t know anymore.
Take me back to where I truly belong.
Take me back to the center of the stage.
Where I truly shine.