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Dear Vinestaff
I was incorrect and you appear to have been correct.
Even if I was not made to have these opinions, so personal like you inphernals do, I suppose it'd be hypocritical to even insist I shouldn't voice them any longer.
When I was created, it was for the sole intention of participating in the Phighting matches, to represent my creator and his enterprises. I still do believe in his work I suppose, even if it is damaging to what you seem to care for. The other Phighters, I did not care for, until I met you.
So insistent, so determined, to talk to me that is, despite my attempts to refuse discussion. And when we did talk, you talked a lot. This letter is meant to replicate how long you talked and the fashion you spoke. It's very accurate so far. I also noticed something else, how much you liked nature, and when I brought you that dead Lovedove I thought you would be entertained. You were not, and your brother killed me. When I respawned and got the chance to hear you talk again, you explained that Lovedoves are given to those you love, of which I love no one, this amused you after you were done with the unnecessary panic.
You told me that I should try to “love”. Not specifically you, or Lovedoves, but just to love. You gave me that single sprout in a pot. For the past few weeks I have been caring for that plant. It's a plant. It does not feel pain, and it does not understand the privilege it possesses to even still be alive. And yet, I feel it understands. I too was created for very petty reasons, as property to another entity, and I too do not care about anything. As I'm sure Boombox would say, me and the plant are both “chill dudes”.
At first it was tedious, and needless labor. Collected water from the dispensers across the lab, for the purpose of replenishing a being so useless it cannot simply drink on its own. I observed it drink from the dirt you provided, and it drank so slowly and miserably. I pondered multiple times if I should simply slice it. But I knew it would go against why you gave it to me, to see if I could love. So I gave it its time.
It grew to a decent size, and it began to drink faster. With each day that I became a better Phighter, it became a better plant. Its green was so bright around this time, such beauty could not possibly be appreciated by anything but the being who raised it. I began to see parallels between myself and the plant, and others. The way Rocket serves Zuka, the way Venomshank trains Sword. And then there was the vacation.
We had to go out of Crossroads, and out of Blackrock, for the event. A convention for phans to meet Phighters. My phans were superior, but that was not the issue. The issue was my plant. I was not allowed to take it with me over borders and such. Despite my attempts to carry on, to follow Subspace and his orders, I was enveloped by something. I chose not to go to you, but to Subspace, I apologize. He told me I was defective, that I was simply simulating emotions you desired me to experience. I don't think so anymore. I knew this sense, as a newer sense beyond sight and sound and space.
I was taken back to Blackrock, where I desired to be anyways. He attempted to drag me to be modified on the work bench, but I slashed at him. He seemed very distraught by this, however I knew if he died he would respawn. I came as quickly as I could to the room with my plant.
Its dirt was now dry and chipped as the aridness of the cold Blackrock mountain and the lack of water had only harmed it. It looked so sad, its green was darker now and it slumped downward. My plant was now “sad”. I didn't know what to do, so I analyzed the situation within myself, and determined a solution.
I was given permission to temporarily resign from Phights until I had all resolved, and I think it is now, so we shall see each other once more. And you will see that it has grown itself onto my arm. I had hollowed all but my movable joints from my arm, and filled it with soil from Thieves Den, and I planted it closer to a window in my palm. It's kept growing, and watering it has helped with my cooling. The Flipside said they can give me a replacement arm for the Phights since I refuse to rejoin unless it can be cared for.
So, for providing me this useless living thing of which serves no purpose to me and yet has made me care so deeply for it. I will bring you a Lovedove in the correct state; Because you, and only you, provided me this blessing of understanding my own feelings and opinions, I love you.
This letter is from Biograft.
P.S: Inphernals don't respawn outside the arena. I was not aware of this. Subspace is still fine, but he lost a lot of spores.