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"Have you found my creation?" a black stick figure demanded, his voice laced with anticipation. The brown stick figure sitting at the computer desk trembled, her eyes fixed on the screen displaying the latest update.
"N-not yet, sir, but the Rocket Co-Corp has posted a sign. It seems they're also interested, sir," she stammered, slouching closer to her computer.
"Fucking hell, we can't let those idiots get their hands on my destroyer! GO BACK TO WORK AND FIND MY DAMN DESTROYER!" the black stick figure yelled in anger, slamming both hands on the desk. The brown stick figure flinched, fear etched across her face.
"Y-yes, sir Sable," she muttered, her hands shaking as she tried to steady them. Sable, the black stick figure, looked down at her with a mix of disgust and impatience. His attention shifted back to the large screen displaying an image of a Hollow head soaring through the sky.
"This is great, AB-006 is possibly the best destroyer we have ever made," Sable exclaimed, his voice filled with delight. Finally, he had created a destroyer that could surpass all expectations—a weapon capable of conquering everything. Perhaps it could even cause a worldwide network apocalypse.
"After so many tries, a hundred thousand destroyers, we have finally succeeded," he added with glee, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction.
The brown stick figure trembled in fear. Her voice quivered as she spoke, "S-sir, we performed a transfer of consciousness. We don't know how long AB-006 has abstained from using its abilities. It has been gone for months."
Sable growled in anger, his eyes narrowing. Was Null suggesting that this destroyer, too, was a failure? "What are you saying?" he demanded, his voice laced with frustration.
"I-I'm only saying, Sir Sable, that this destroyer may be much stronger than we think," Null replied, her voice filled with trepidation. She knew it would require a significant dose for the Destroyer to fully comply with their orders.
"Then increase the dosage of the injector," Sable commanded, his determination unwavering.
"We might accidentally kill it!" Null exclaimed, her voice suddenly growing louder and more confident. Her realization of the potential consequences caused her hands to fly to her mouth in shock. Sable slowly approached her, menace emanating from his figure.
"What did I say?" Sable growled, his voice dripping with danger. Null could only nod in fear, her heart pounding in her chest. She quickly opened the application that displayed Destroyer's vital signs, her eyes scanning the data.
Reluctantly, she whispered, "Send the order for him to come back to us." Null's hand froze in mid-air, paralyzed by the weight of her decision. She had been the one tasked with caring for the stick figure, after all.
"What are you waiting for?" Sable demanded, his voice turning even more menacing. Null's finger hesitated, trembling above the button that would initiate the command. The room filled with an unnerving silence as the seconds ticked by.
Finally, summoning her courage, Null pressed the button. As she did, a progress bar appeared on the screen, slowly filling up. Each passing moment only intensified the tension in the room, as they awaited the response from the elusive AB-006.
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The entire room suddenly jolted, causing Sable to stumble and nearly fall onto Null, who desperately clung onto her desk for dear life. "What the fuck just happened?" Sable exclaimed, his eyes fixed on Null's trembling screen.
"Danger. Destroyer.exe— bzzzt . TheCreator.exe refuses to follow," the AI voice crackled before descending into static. Sable's brows furrowed in confusion and frustration. "What the hell is this?" he demanded, turning his gaze towards Null, who could only stare back at him in fear.
"Creator? I don't get it. I'm so sorry, Sir Sable," Null cried, her voice quivering as she attempted to override the mysterious virus known as TheCreator.
Sable clenched his fists, his anger boiling within him. They watched in alarm as the vital signs of Destroyer flickered on and off, instability coursing through its digital vitals.
"There's something that's preventing us from controlling Destroyer," Null stuttered, her fear evident in her voice.
"Shit!" Sable cursed, his frustration mounting. Null's gaze dropped to the ground, her body trembling with a mix of fear and determination.
"We need to figure out what the fuck is thwarting our control. Now!" Sable barked, his tone a mix of urgency and command. Null nodded, her focus resolute, and swiftly returned to her work.
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TheCreator.exe manifested itself like a relentless virus within AB-006. It didn't cause any harm, yet it wielded an ironclad grip over Null's attempts to regain control of Destroyer.
It seemed to act as a protective shield, safeguarding the very essence of Destroyer from Null's reach. Exhausted and disillusioned, Null watched as her access was denied once again, the walls of her confinement closing in.
Days had blended into nights, blurring the boundaries between reality and the digital labyrinth of the facility.
Null could no longer recall the last time she had set foot outside its walls. She was the sole remaining worker under Sable's command, everyone else having fled in fear of both his wrath and their own perceived uselessness.
The weight of their absence hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the solitude that enveloped Null's existence.
The creation known as Destroyer, once referred to as AB-006, had been a collaborative endeavor between Null and Sable. It stood as a white stick figure with a hollow head, an enigma with untapped potential.
It was actually a prototype. They found trashed files and used them as a way to create a "Personality" from them.
To make it seem more... organic, they didn't know whose files those were. But they were trashed anyway, and they didn't have much hope for 06.
Sable found no interest in the stick figure; it lacked consciousness, unable to do anything unless Null told it to do so. The files they had used seemed useless, or so it seemed.
She had taken care of it as if it were her own child. Soon AB-006 learned...
AB-006 was a curious one; it never spoke, but its movements always showed that it wanted to learn more.
Then finally it came to its strength. AB-006 was nothing to laugh at; almost every piece of weaponry was embedded in it. It was made after many, many trials and errors, after all.
Telekinesis? It's there. Pyrokinesis? It's also there. Ice? Invisibility? Illusion making? It's all there.
There are many more that Null could list, but she's afraid that would take a long time.
AB-006 stood as a formidable creation, surpassing all those that came before it. Sable, who had dismissed it as a failure of a Destroyer, never believed 06 held any significance.
AB-006 possessed unimaginable power, each ability amplified by the remnants of its predecessors, granting it twice the strength.
To Null, AB-006 was a monster, a force to be reckoned with. Yet As the sole caretaker of this extraordinary being, AB-006 became like her own child.
It displayed curiosity, understanding, and a deep sense of respect. Wherever Null went, AB-006 followed, silently observing and offering assistance whenever possible.
In their quiet moments together, AB-006 provided comfort and support. When Null fell ill for an entire week, it became her unwavering companion, tending to her needs with unwavering loyalty.
As Null held the colored papers spread across her desk, a profound sadness washed over her.
AB-006 was more than just a creation; it was her child in her heart. The vibrant artwork scattered before her reminded her of AB-006's love for drawing.
It preferred art over violence, a gentle side that had only made Null love it more, (despite the countless workers that had fallen victim to its power that day).
She knew the risks of growing close to AB-006, the inherent danger of forming such a deep bond. But she couldn't resist, couldn't deny the connection that had formed between them.
Tears streamed down Null's cheeks, staining the papers beneath. It was true, a part of her had yearned to escape alongside AB-006 after the incident, to flee together.
But Sable, her brother, shared her blood. She couldn't bear the thought of leaving him behind, knowing the depths of anger and pain that consumed him.
Caught in the throes of an impossible choice, Null was torn between her brother and her child.
The anguish of such a decision weighed heavily upon her. Now, Sable has once again discovered AB-006's existence.
To make matters worse, Rocket Corp had taken an interest in AB-006 as well. The situation grew increasingly dire, leaving Null with a sense of helplessness. All she could do was weep, mourning the loss of her brother and the devastating loss of her child.
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"What is that, 06?" Null asked softly as the white stick figure handed her a paper. It pointed down to it and clapped with excitement. "A drawing? Is that me?" Null chuckled as she looked down at a seemingly simple stickman drawing consisting of just four lines and a circle.
06 nodded eagerly, moving its head from side to side in joy. "Thank you, 06. I love it. Next time, you can use some crayons. I'll buy you some, okay?" Null said. 06 nodded enthusiastically and stood up, bouncing on its feet.
Null smiled before turning her attention to another drawing 06 had made. This time, it depicted seven stick figures, four of them normal and three with hollow heads.
"Hmm," Null hummed, contemplating the image before setting it aside. She then noticed another drawing of the same seven stick figures engaged in a fight.
"How creative," Null remarked. 06 hopped around happily before kneeling next to her once again. It pointed to the drawing of the seven stick figures and stood up, mimicking punches and kicks in the air as if imitating someone.
"Oh? So they're fighting? Aren't they friends?" Null asked.
06 scratched its head and shrugged, indicating uncertainty.
"You should make them friends. It would be great," Null suggested. She took a pencil, drew a heart in the middle of the stick figures, and handed the paper back to 06, who admired the addition.
06 bounced on its heels happily and hugged Null. Then, it set the paper down and started throwing punches and kicks into the air, as if trying to mimic something or someone.
"That's amazing!" Null encouraged the white stick figure, who stopped its movements and clapped to itself before bowing proudly.
"What's going on here?" Sable asked as he entered the white room, holding stacks of papers that seemed on the verge of falling.
06 hopped around excitedly and motioned for Sable to give some papers to it.
Sable sighed and reluctantly handed the papers to 06, who was more than happy to assist. "06 likes you, Sable. It would be good for you to visit it once in a while," Null suggested. Sable sighed again and shook his head.
"No, I have other destroyers to focus on. You can handle yours," he replied. Null could only gaze back at her brother with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
It was true that there were numerous destroyers in the process, including 06. However, it didn't diminish 06's uniqueness and significance in Null's eyes.
Sable took off his glasses and wiped them on his coat. 06 tilted its head and stared at the glasses, pointing at them and then at its own face.
"You want these?" Sable asked, surprised. Well, it didn't matter; he had other glasses at home.
"Who knew you had a soft spot?" Null chuckled. 06 hopped happily as Sable handed over his glasses.
06 examined the glasses for a moment, seemingly admiring them, before placing them on its face.
Null clapped her hands and said, "Here, come closer, 06. Kneel beside me." 06 followed her instructions, placing the stacks of paper on the desk and kneeling beside Null. Sable watched with interest.
"Now, 06, when you see Sable, I want you to kneel, okay?" Null patted her folded knees, and 06 mimicked her actions before nodding.
"You have to learn that Sable here is your creator, got it?" Null explained.
06 nodded happily and adjusted its posture.
Sable huffed a laugh. "06 is too gentle to be used as a destroyer. Perhaps it's better for it to stay here," he remarked.
"There's no need for 06 to learn how other destroyers behave when I'm around," Sable added.
Null let out a sigh of relief and instructed 06 to stop kneeling. 06 tilted its head slightly before finally crossing its legs. "06 can continue living here freely, as long as you teach it how things work around here," Sable said.
06 clapped in glee, even though it didn't fully understand what Sable was saying. Null happily patted 06's head. "Thank you, Sable. Don't worry," she replied with a laugh.
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Null's heart pounded in her chest as she desperately called out to 06, her voice trembling with fear. The chaos unfolded before her eyes as every worker scattered in a frenzy of panic.
AB-006, a formidable force, fixated its gaze on Null, its head tilting in an unnerving manner. Without warning, a surge of destructive energy erupted from AB-006, shattering the wall with a massive blast of fire.
The room was now engulfed in chaos, with devices and meticulously crafted items reduced to nothing but rubble. In the midst of the turmoil, Null's worst fears materialized as she realized that 06 had unleashed its destructive power upon the test tubes containing the other destroyers.
Lifeless bodies of once promising beings now lay scattered, their potential cut short.
Tears streamed down Null's face as she pleaded with 06, her voice choked with anguish. "Please, 06, stop! Calm down!" she cried out, her desperation evident. But the chaos continued to unfold, and her pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears. Null found herself paralyzed with fear, unable to move her legs, trapped in a nightmarish reality.
Just as despair threatened to consume her, Sable, a figure of authority and strength, burst into the room.
He wasted no time, his voice filled with urgency as he commanded Null to snap out of her immobilizing fear. "Null! Get up!" he shouted, his words laced with determination as he rushed to her side.
Sable mustered every ounce of strength, attempting to carry Null, the brown stick figure, to safety.
The scene behind them was one of utter devastation. AB-006 wreaked havoc, its destructive rampage sparing no one and nothing.
Behind them, chaos reigned supreme. AB-006 continued its rampage, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. The once orderly and peaceful environment had transformed into a scene of utter chaos and despair.
Null's heart raced as she witnessed the horrifying sight unfolding before her eyes. The air was thick with the scent of fear and the sounds of destruction. AB-006 showed no mercy, mercilessly taking lives and obliterating everything in its path.
The sight of blood spreading across the floor sent waves of panic crashing over Null. Her mind spun with a mixture of terror and disbelief. Stick figure bodies littered the floor, a grim reminder of the havoc unleashed by AB-006.
Desperately, Null reached out, her trembling hand stretching towards the white stick figure. Perhaps, she thought, this was all a terrible misunderstanding. Maybe there was still a chance to bring AB-006 back from the brink.
Sable, his face etched with worry and determination, grabbed Null's hand firmly. Sensing the urgency of the situation, he swiftly led her into a nearby room and slammed the door shut behind them.
The chaos outside was muffled, but the echoes of destruction still reverberated through the walls.
"F-Forget it Null," Sable stammered, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and fear. "AB-006 has gone completely mad. We need to find a way to stop it."
Tears streamed down Null's face as she clung to a glimmer of hope. "Sable, please, we can't give up on 06," she pleaded, her voice laced with pain. To Null, 06 was not just an experiment or a destructive force. 06 was her child, a beacon of affection and purpose in her life.
In the midst of their desperate conversation, emotions running high, Sable's frustration boiled over. He lashed out, slapping Null across the face. The sharp sting of the blow shocked her into silence, her gasp of pain hanging in the air.
"Open your eyes! AB-006 killed our men!" Sable's voice boomed with anger, causing both Null and himself to flinch.
The echoes of screams from outside reached their ears, a haunting reminder of the havoc wreaked by AB-006. In that moment, Null's resolve solidified, and she rose to her feet, determined to help those in need.
"No, we have to save them!" Null pleaded, her voice quivering with urgency and compassion. The cries of the people outside tugged at her heart, compelling her to take action.
But before Null could make her way out of the room, the door swung open abruptly. Sable reacted swiftly, drawing his gun and training it on AB-006, whose gaze held an enigmatic intensity.
A tense standoff ensued as the three figures locked eyes. Sable's voice trembled as he issued a warning to AB-006, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of control.
"Stay back, AB-006. Don't come any closer," he cautioned, his grip on the gun firm but his confidence wavering.
AB-006 remained silent, its gaze shifting briefly towards Null before exhaling a cloud of black smoke.
The air crackled with uncertainty as the room hung on the edge of chaos. Then, without a word, AB-006 unleashed its power, obliterating the desk of computers behind Sable and Null in a blazing inferno.
Fear gripped Sable's heart as he witnessed their years of hard work reduced to ashes. The magnitude of AB-006's destructive force became painfully clear.
AB-006 regarded them for a moment, its unreadable expression hinting at a complex mix of emotions. Then, with a swift motion, it propelled itself through the roof, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.
Sable's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as he stood there, gun tightly clenched in his hand.
Fear and anger coursed through his veins, understandable responses to the chaos surrounding them.
But there was something else, a flicker of delight, a dark and unsettling undercurrent that sent chills down his spine.
As he glanced at Null, gasping for breath and trying to regain her composure, a pang of guilt washed over him. He had always been the voice of reason, the protector, and yet he felt a surge of something sinister within him.
The destructive power of AB-006 had awakened a twisted fascination in Sable, an unsettling allure that danced on the edge of his consciousness.
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Perhaps it was Null's fault. She had agreed to the transfer of consciousness to AB-006, aiming to help him understand life better and discover his own capabilities. It was like offering him a spoonful of epiphany.
However, the transfer of consciousness was an illegal procedure perfected by Sable. Null had consented to it, driven by the desire to give 06 a chance at a more ordinary existence, akin to that of a regular stick figure.
Null envisioned taking 06 to the city, where they could reside together in her place. She yearned to teach him new things and experience the joys of a domestic life.
But perhaps it was this very realization that caused 06 to snap, understanding the implications of their actions.
Null hadn't even noticed what was wrong with 06 until it started glitching. It had a stark white body that shifted through various colors, and it would whine when it glitched—a sound that pained Null's heart.
Initially, Null thought it might have been a side effect. 06 was a creation born out of many experiments and was never planned. It was designed to test the limits of a Destroyer's power until it inevitably self-destructed.
It was like stacking papers upon papers until they toppled over due to their sheer number.
06's powers were constantly overflowing at an alarming rate. To prevent it from overcharging and self-destructing, Null taught it how to control and utilize its abilities, ensuring it wouldn't accidentally kill itself.
Null brought 06 to a room where other workers freely used weapons without causing damage. She instructed 06 to release its fire in large blasts until its hands turned sooty black. Null felt like a useless mother, allowing her child to use its abilities until it reached such an extreme extent. But it was necessary; otherwise, 06 might explode or even go supernova.
Perhaps Null began to worry that she had created a monster. After all, 06 was meant to be a weapon, a destroyer. It wasn't a pet dog that Null could casually take around for fun.
Null kept all this information hidden from Sable, fearing that Sable would take 06 away from her. She continued to teach 06 the full extent of its abilities until...
One day, she accidentally left 06 alone in the room. Initially, 06 continued using its fire and then started shifting between invisibility and creating illusions.
It was a reflection of how Null had taught 06 in a chronological order, guiding it on what it was supposed to do. And 06 always followed, being good and respecting Null's decisions and plans for it.
But then, Null didn't come back...
06 grew tired of waiting and made the decision to leave the room. At first, it wasn't sure of its surroundings.
The room was filled with large tubes, seemingly filled with water. 06 hadn't properly examined what was inside those tubes until it reached a smaller one.
Excitedly, 06 tapped the glass, thinking there might be some form of fish inside. However, to its dismay, the smaller tube revealed a stick figure—a child floating aimlessly.
The child's head was cut open, exposing its brain.
Gradually, the mist that had obscured the view inside the tubes cleared, revealing rows and rows of deceased stick figures. The sight left an indelible impression on 06.
Scared. Terrified. Angry. Furious.
How could they play with the lives of the innocent? How dare they...
And then it hit 06—the realization that it was just like them. It was a creation, a destroyer, just as those stick figures had been.
That day marked a turning point for 06. It unleashed its power, blasting every tube that contained a destroyer, every computer, every piece of machinery, and every paper containing information on creating destroyers.
And then it left, driven by a mix of rage and a desire to escape that dark place.
AB-006 finally woke up.
And The Destroyer: AB-006, finally found its purpose…
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Running ‘AB-006’ execute ‘TheChosenOne’
Running ‘AB-006’ execute ‘TheDarkLord’
Running ‘AB-006’ execute ‘Victim’
E̡̫̥̲̫͖̱̿ͦ̎ͯ̃͊ͦ̿̇ͯ̇̄ͤ̀ͯR̴̢̡̛̹͚̺̗͓̗̜̜͎̖̀ͫͤ͌͌̾͂ͬ͟͢͠R̴̸̢̖̮̭̥̪̞̣̬̥̣̩͇͇͓͚̱͈͒̋ͫ̈́͌͆ͪ́̀ͮ̃ͬ͛̐̿̓͌͆ͨ́̀ͭ̔́͟Ơ̸̸̶̠̤͍̳͇̫̫̻̬̱̪͖̫͖͎ͣ̉̓ͤͤ̐ͯ͆́̀̃̅̇ͫͣͧͩͮ̐͐̆͘͘͘͝R̷̵̨̯̱͕̫͎̖͚̼̟̺͙͔̜̗͍̥̐̉ͩ̀̅̂͛͑ͣͧ̄̈́̾́ͪ̓͌͐̀̚͜͢͞ͅ
Re-routing….
Running ‘AB-006’ execute ‘All Living Code’
Initiating Response……
TheDestroyer:AB-006.exe please respond…..
Re-routing….
Running ‘AlanBecker’ execute ‘All Living Code’
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TheCreator:AlanBecker.exe please respond…..
“Alan, wake up”
WAKE UP ALAN
“No please…stop, don’t”