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Gingerbrave's field of view was flooded with system logs and boot messages, though he couldn't quite understand what was going on until his brain finished its own startup script. basic life functions finished launching: air intake, energy distribution, glucose injectors, all status [OKAY]. it takes a fair bit to keep angels like Gingerbrave alive. Suddenly, his system detected and mounted his hundredish eyes scattered across his body. a beat of nausea hit him as new view frames were loaded into his bio-ram. a room with wood walls materialized around him, unblurring to the turn of his cameras. a window just above him cast it's rays of light onto his synthetic skin.
he lifted himself up off the bed, sitting on its side. bootups were always annoying like this- he mounted /dev/sda2 at /run/media/Gingerbrave/protocols. double checking his limbs to see if they were responsive, he stretched his arms into the air.
"Hello, World," Gingerbrave muttered through an unencrypted channel.
in the bathroom, he fetched a jug of sulfuric acid and wiped himself down with it, ensuring his autodermis is immaculate before rinsing it off. he slipped a small stick of pencil lead under his eye, it didn't push far before his face plates opened with a hiss. the angel proceeded to neatly work at his head-assembly with a toothbrush. that was the only reason he had one. his teeth were made of a tin copper alloy that never needs to be brushed. once done, Gingerbrave clicked close his face. he reached in his mouth and removed a piece of graphite, its other half on the floor.
he rifled through his closet for something a normal person would wear. the angel stood in front the bedroom mirror and saw a brown haired boy in a baggy brown hoodie with buttons shaped like skulls. the boy had a small but warm smile, and bright blue eyes so well crafted that you would never notice they're fake.