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Multi leans back in his chair and has the sudden urge to just scream.
It's just straight up pathetic, how he fails at every step, how nobody trusts him enough. Well Shappo trusts him, during the quarantine the guy somehow came to the conclusion that Multi is his father slash, some kind of godly being, which is something for sure.
Graf trusts him too, when the chip is working correctly. But he built the tower, so Graf's and Haiper's chips will work as well as they did when Multi first implanted them.
He still remembers his talk with Haiper and how at a mere suggestion of Haiper not trusting him Multi had lost it. He was supposed to be a God, create life and control it. Not fucking break down at every suggestion of someone not trusting him.
Multi cursed as he massaged his head.
He doesn't remember the last time he slept, but he can't stop now. If he stops he just lets the clone have more time to scheme against him, It's creator. At least the Federation saw his potential. One good thing to come out of making that shitty clone.
Before Multi could grab another piece of paper and start writing down barely readable notes his pen was gone from his hand. One second it was there and the next it was gone.
Did he finally go crazy? Where the fuck is that pen?
Looking down to see if the pen fell on the floor he was met with nothing. Multi even looked through his pockets and didn't find that shitty pen. He spent a good ten minutes just looking for that pen.
The worst thing is that Multi is sure that he doesn't have any more pens in his lab. It was his last one and he was gonna get more pens tomorrow.
He was just about to start hitting his head against his desk and give himself a concussion from the pure amount of frustration he just felt.
“You are of no use if you are not at your full strength.” A robotic noise spoke up behind him. Spinning around on his chair, Multi saw Cucurocho in his full glory inspecting the pen he just supposedly lost.
“I just feel like I'm so close to-” Multi tries to give some futile excuse to make Cucurucho drop the subject but that clearly isn't welcome.
“The Federation chose you because we saw potential in you. How can you achieve your goals if you can barely hold a pen?” Cucurucho walks over closer to his pristine white suit, almost mixing right into the white office.
Cucurucho puts the pen down on Multi's desk and turns his whole body to face him then the bear pets Multi’s head as if he was some endearing pet.
“Hahaha, you look like shit.” Multi is tempted to at least put up a little resistance and move away or shove the bear himself away but he just feels so fucking tired.
Since Multi built the lab months ago the stress just kept piling up and up until he feels like he is about to just explode.
It honestly would be better to just fucking bomb this shitty island. He really just wanted to create life and make it perfect, a human without any flaws.
Not play a doctor because some people couldn't help sneaking into the reactor.
“Przestań.”
To his surprise Cucurucho actually raises his hand from Multi’s head. Normally Cucurucho would have it up his ass If Multi told him to back off.
Multi ate his words as fast as they had appeared in his head as a hand harshly connected with his cheek, Multi barely registered the pain before he was harshly pulled close to the smiley mask Cucurucho was wearing.
After a familiar pause the bear spoke up. “You are not able to even properly conduct an experiment in this state. I don't need your mania, I need results.”
Multi dumbly nodded and Cucurucho patted him on the head again before the white bear ominously disappeared like he usually does.
Multi looked at the floor as his overstimulated and exhausted brain processed the strange interaction. Cucurucho is strange overall. The bear is unpredictable, he can go from zero to one hundred in a second. One moment mindless chatting and the next spawning those whiter skeletons.
Cucurucho got him good with that slap, Multi still feels it, good a few minutes after the initial contact. He lightly touched his cheek only to wince. Yep that will most definitely leave a bruise.
After Cucurucho took a look around Multi’s lab a few months ago the bear started to appear and bother him. Whether ignoring that personal space bubbles exist, or yapping with that robotic voice without a care in the world. If there was a new room in the lab the bear was the first one to examine it.
Cucurucho only came once a week or every other week. So Multi didn't care that much and besides the bear is the one with godlike powers not Multi, not yet. So it was perfectly clear who was in the position of power.
Multi sighed again, so loud that he is certain that Cucurocho would hear him from whatever the bear is right now. With heavy footsteps Multi made his way to a secret room with even more ridiculous security It revealed his ‘resting room’. The room was bare with only a bed and a dresser and a closet.
Inside the room there was another door that led to a bathroom. The bathroom didn't look any better as it was built to be functional, not comfortable, not comfortable like Nacho's room is.
He lightly smiled to himself when he thought about the mute kid. He was glad he made Nacho a room in his reactor, he was even more glad that Nacho liked it.
Multi took off his lab coat then his other clothes and threw them in the corner of the room into a pile of his other dirty clothes. The pile had started to concerningly grow bigger and bigger the more time passed. Multi doesn't wanna know what is at the bottom of that pile.
The shower was quick and cold. Quick enough to wash himself, water just above freezing. Multi didn't really shiver, his whole body temperature is significantly lower than most so the cold didn't bother him as much.
Multi quickly dried himself and put on his night wear that consisted of old ratty sweats and a bloodstained shirt. Multi doesn't remember when or where he got that shirt. Only that he wore it once and it got stained with a liquid that was probably blood. Multi washed the shirt a couple times and the blood never fully came off so he uses it as a night shirt.
Multi didn't remember his walk back from the bathroom as he could only register the way that his whole body weight hit the shitty matters he was already out.