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Cyborg Knight sat at her chair, being way too small for her, but she shrugged it off, at least she could reach the table, unlike her husband, Tinker Knight. Cyborg nursed her beer as she took small sips from it. She was tired, heartbroken, and angry all at once, emotions she despised.
"Ah! my knights!" The Entrancetres echoed out as her voice rung out, they had just won a battle against a huge rebellion, and The Entrancetres wanted to give them a feast as a reward...But Cyborg would most likely vomit at the mear sight of food.
...the blood on her gauntlets
...the sobs of that child as her parents were taken...
Cyborg then looked down at herself, Tinker and Bow were asking her if she was alright, she looked down at her hand, she had puked up blood...
...the overworking and sleepless nights had gotten to her...her bodys robotics were draining her like a biological battery...
"Cyborg! ce qui s'est passé!" Propeller exclaimed as he stood up, Cyborg doing the same, knocking over a chair as she sprinted off for the bathroom. Collapsing onto the floor next to the toilet and letting out a sob as her heart exceed 300 beats per minute, enough to kill a normal human...but not her.
"Nein...hör auf damit, du törichtes Herz" Cyborg cursed as she whipped off her mouth. Standing up only to have to lean down since the ceiling was too small.
"Oh...Warum muss mir das passieren?" She mumbled out as someone knocked at the bathroom door.
"come in!" She yelled, but after she saw who it was she paused, wishing she kept her mouth shut
"...there you are! do you realize the panic you just caused?!" the Entrancetres yelled
"of course I know miss" Cyborg mumbled as she bowed lightly before mumbling "dummer, nutzloser Bastard"
"Excuse me!" the Entrancetres exclaimed before being shoved away by Cyborg, who just needed to sit down. And once she did, the other knights seemed to calm down, putting the order back in order. The Entrancetres cleared her throat and started back in her conversation, talking about there victory against there first rebellion, and as she did, Cyborg took the opportunity to eat the whole turkey, leaving just the bones...she needed the protein, especially considering how ill she had been getting, most of the knights assumed it was because of exhaustion much like Tinker, but the tiny knight knew better, the guilt was eating away at her, she could eat nor sleep, and she could not even let him fix her, just rotting away.
Once all the knights ate and made there toast to the order, Cyborgs hand shook as she clung her glass with everyone else's, someone had brought up hunters...gods not the hunters, she could see back to the day...a knife to her neck as her- "(oh- not the time- dont cry dont cry)" Cyborg told herself as she stopped herself from shaking, placing her glass back down on the table as she reached down and adjusted her prosthetics.
"So, how do those things work anyway?" Treasure asked, his own prosthetic limb on the table.
"o-oh! well, they run like normal limbs, they have metal bones and wire nervs. I was born with these prosthetics, there more part of my body."
"born with them! well, mistress, how is one like yourself born with these mechanical parts" King asked
"dha...um- i-" Cyborg stammered out as her hands froze, they couldnt know! they shall never know-!
"D-DAS GEHT SIE NICHTS AN." Cyborg whimpered yelled as she stood up, her body shaking as she ran off...and everyone just looked at Tinker as he mumbled out
"sore subject..." he mumbled as he stood up, walking away to retrieve her.
***
Tinker knight sighed as he gase landed on his wife, hyperventilating as her poor processors ran at a speed she couldn't handle.
"Cyborg...love" Tinker said calmly as her glowing eyes snapped up to look at him.
"they dont know, they aren't going to call the hunters." Tinker reassured as he held her face removing her mask to get a good look at her, all 3 eyes glowed with a robotic blue glow, the extra set of arms she kept hidden were sprung out, using them to hold Tinker close. Cyborg looked at herself in Tinkers mask...she looked like her mother...and that just made her sob harder.
"hey! hey, calm down, its a-alright!" Tinker stammered as he tried to comfort her, eventually being able to calm her down after some hugs, kisses, and one comedic face plant.
"could we go home?" Cyborg mumbled as Tinker nodded, the meeting was over anyways...God Cyborg hated keeping her identity hidden, who she was, what she was...but it kept her safe...thats what was important.