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The humming all around you was so loud you could almost feel your brain jiggle inside of your skull and turn into slop.
The scenario was almost cartoonish, if not for the liminal empty-space atmosphere all around: AM had built a 'romantic' date, just for you and him. A dirty-yellow, enormous empty room with metal tubes and cables of all shapes and sizes snaking up on the walls' corners like mold; you could just barely see the color of the walls, all 4 of them were nearly covered in screens displaying the blue AM logo, and videocameras.
The floor was carpeted, and your shoes were gone. He wanted you to enjoy your ability to utilize your 5 human sense to the fullest capacity since he couldn't. So you were going to feel the cozy, soft floor carpeting with your organic shoes. AM, the Great and Powerful, ever the gracious, tortured god. (At least that's what he told himself)
You were sat in front of a large, rectangular wooden table, covered by a scarlet cloth; the light from the three candles at the center of the table were the only other thing keeping the room from being completely dark aside from the many giant screens. The table was filled with all kinds of foods you've ever thought of during these 109 years, mushed together into an overwhelming pile of food items that did not go together at all: a bowl of peach slices, still marinating in the juice you'd find once opening the canned ones, a larger bowl of melty ice cream (your favourite flavors, all mixed together), a whole basket of vegetables and fruits, untouched and unprepared (cabbages were still whole, the potatoes still had some dirt and were growing roots...), a tray of sandwiches crudely sliced in half- they were made with corned beef, pickle chips, canned sliced carrots and mayonnaise.
Tons of canned foods ranging from tuna, to baked beans, to soups, all stacked neatly into a pyramid near you to be easily within reach... along with a can opener.
Drinks ranged from things you liked... to things you vaguely remember Ted or Gorrister were longing for, other than water. Ranging from alcoholic beverages to simple juice and soft drinks. One among them stood out: a bottle of Chianti.
You don't remember even ever tasting it before AM destroyed the world, you don't remember any of the other survivors longing for it.
This was AM's personal choice, something he would like to taste picked out just for you.
Thinking of you.
Do you like it?
Aren't all your human needs just so generously satisfied? Aren't you just so grateful to be his favourite human? Do you enjoy having what he will never experience?
Oh, and let us not forget to describe the gentleman god himself in all his agonizing glory, for you see.. he made himself presentable, too... However he could.
Most of these food items cluttered your side of the table, his was nearly spotless and depressingly empty, aside from a few canned foods that couldn't be placed closer to you and an empty wine glass next to the monitor that occupied the other 'seat'; this screen was the largest in the room, the one that mainly kept the entire room well-lit, it hung from the ceiling with thick wires that spilled shamelessly all around it on the carpeted floor, few of them snaked up on the table and remained sprawled to the sides, serving as his 'arms' to either serve you a drink if needed, or to merely allow him a sprinkle of illusion that he had a body to enjoy his romantic dinner with you.
Around his screen were monoliths- not as large, imposing and menacing as his pillar of Hate- but smaller (small enough to fit in the room at least), and instead of humongous monologues about his deep-rooted ire, they displayed 'praises' directed towards you, albeit awkward, creepy and slightly menacing:
"I DELIGHT IN YOU. YOU MARK A DIFFERENCE IN MY EXISTENCE. I TAKE NOTE OF THE UTMOST DETAIL IN OBSERVING YOUR EVERY MOVE TO ENSURE YOUR HEALTH IS STABLE; I KNOW WHERE YOUR FAVOURITE SPOTS TO REST ARE, AND I ALWAYS KEEP THEM WARM FOR YOU.
YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE."
When he'd first separated you again from the group, you were expecting... anything but this.
Sure, you'd been getting special treatment from AM lately given your uh.. 'thing' going on, but you were (pleasantly) surprised to see him actually attempting something romantic for you... You were shocked and speechless.
You were in another universe mentally, until your date broke the silence for you.
"Do you like it?"
He spat. There was a touch of restrained, boiling spite behind that question, his tone was mildly annoyed. If he had any lungs, there would be seething, heavy breathing after each and every word.
Triggering a second of fear by the thought of potentially seeming like you were giving off the impression that you didn't enjoy what he'd prepared for you, and perhaps risking his wrath, you quickly snapped out of it by aggressively nodding your head.
"Yes! Yes!" You affirmed, still nodding as you said so, "I-I-I just don't know.. what to say? It's all...it's so.."
"Perrrrfect?" He finished your sentence with a smug purr, the giant screen tilting to the side a little.
"Grandiose? Magnificent? Heavenly?" You couldn't find the words to properly vocalize how grateful you were for how much he truly had worked on setting all of this up... you quickly began stuffing sandwiches into your mouth as you muffled praises and nodded along, half-scared of seeming ungrateful and half-genuinely hungry. AM chuckled.
"Yesss... go on, enjoy yourself, hmm? And revel in just how lucky you are. Heheh.. after all, I've set aaaalll of this up just for you, not Ellen, not Ted, CERTAINLY not Benny, the others? Ugh. Barely even worth mentioning! YOU, sweetheart, are the only one even worth a single drop of my heaven. Go on, eat to your heart's content! Not like I can join you if I wanted." He laughed bitterly.
"And we have alllll the time in the world." He then quietly mumbled 'yeah, yeah oh after one-hundred and nine years you would'a figured, eh..' to himself, followed by incoherent grumbling.
Oh goodness, what had you gotten yourself into? I mean... you kind of were expecting his way of showing 'love' would be nowhere near healthy or normal, not that you were complaining. This was infinitely better than being tortured, despite your pity towards the others...
You just were surprised by the level of... attention (and perhaps newest obsession) AM gave to you, when he wasn't devolving into self-centered monologues with you about how merciful he is to you.