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"Mob?" Verity looked at the dead corpse, the blood dripping from his head, The scene looked grotesque, blood splattered over the plain white metallic hallways of Verity's "Home", Verity face was covered in sorrow, as the blood from the ball slowly dripped, he felt... Disappointed at himself, how? How could he fail this? How could he fail protecting the one person who actually cared, who actually TRIED
'This is why your not perfect Verity,' What, who was that voice? Verity never heard that voice before- this is why you should never form connections,Verity What, who is this, 'This is why your trapped here Verity, in this white void, within a loop of helping and breaking,' Huh, what do they mean- 'This is why Mob left you Verity, your broken, your an helper ai that doesn't even help, all you do is destroy, No he doesn't, 'Really? You didn't mean to kill all those people-' No he didn't, he really didn't mean to- 'Destroy, Destroy, Destroy,' that what you were built for anyway, to terrorize and- "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP"
Verity exclaimed as the voice in his head got louder and louder, the plain white walls of his prison home going charred, glitches of all colors vibrating and corrupting the world around him, the whiteness of the walls giving way to the void, "YOUR NOT REAL" Verity screamed, as he can feel his body being broken apart, the stings on his yellow body feeling itchier every minute, he can feel his face being torn apart by the second, the burning suddenly starting from the glitches that surrounded him from all sides, the sting only getting worse by the second
'You were always made to destroy Verity' the voice spoke, calmly this time, more gentle, not like the rough and disillusioned voice that spoke to him, 'But you don't always have to be' the voice spoke once more,
'Wake up Anshjsy'
'You died!' was the last thing that was displayed on Mob's computer screen before it simultaneously shut down, the viruses taking over his gaming monitor slowly consuming everything on there, his messages, his files, his minecraft saves for god sakes, everything, everything on there was on that computer, and now it's deleted, gone, broken, corrupted, all the words
And it was all worth it, worth it so he could delete that stupid Verity Mod, so he could finally get the virus out his damn life, so he could finally rest
'Thank God I downloaded that virus without Verity knowing' Mob thought, his eyes sore and burning by the amount of blue light by staring at his monitor for hours at a time
Mob starred at his computer screen one last time, his expression remaining neutral though relief washed over him, he looked at his desk, the energy drinks and the instant ramen cups he has stack up, it was the only thing he ate for days on end just to not leave Verity alone, then he gazed around at his room, how messy his bed was for not cleaning fixing it in days, how his room developed cobwebs of all things just because he forgot to maintain it, then he smelled something, he lift his arms to sniff and smelled a rancid stench coming from his clothes, as he hadn't took them off out of fear that Verity would get mad, 'I should take a fucking bath' he thought as he smelled himself,
' A nice cold shower...mmh that would be nice' Mob thought to himself as he walked to his shower, his body sore from just walking to the shower, a sign that his body was diminishing from entertaining the ai for so long, as he went into the shower, he noticed that the shower was a bit dusty from not being used for so long, but Mob didn't mind that, nothing matter then getting the dirt and feeling of gunk off his body, the body he hadn't cleaned in so long because he hadn't had the time to, the one time he did Verity almost-
'No, don't think about that,' Mob whispered to himself as he lathered shampoo across his head, scrubbing it in ferociously as to get rid of the buildup, then he moves on to his arms, rubbing in the soap all around his skin, scrubbing off the stench that the days or was it weeks? Of not showering caused him to develop
Finally after showering for what seemed like an hour, Mob finally stepped out the and onto the cold tiles of his bathroom, feeling fresh, wrapping a clean towel he found in his closet, he slowly walked to his bathroom mirror, which was blurry because of not being maintained for so long, Mob looked at the mirror for a really long time, breathing heavily long, the room was silent, with nothing but Mob's own breathing is the only thing he can hear, he turns his head, then turns it again, looking at his face like he's seeing a new person, the heavy eye bags, the stress lines that can immediately tell someone that that something happened, something so incredibly gruesome that it caused stress line that an overworked salesman would have in a week
'I look like I just turned 40 AND worked a slave-inducing corporate job' Mob thought to himself, he carefully brushed and fixed his hair into neat locs, a style his hair hasn't been in for a very long time ever since he downloaded Verity-
'You really gotta stop thinking about Verity man' Mob silently thought to himself, as he slowly walked out of the bathroom into his bedroom, taking in the messy environment, the plies and piles of clothes on the floor, the trashcan that's knocked over, causing a pile of garbage to appear on the floor, the fact that his closet is basically an antique at this point with all the dust complied, and the cobwebs, those goddamn cobwebs, how could he let such filth take over his apartment?!
'It's because of that damn ai' Mob remembered suddenly 'That dumb fucking ai ruined everything, killed my best friend, almost killed me, and then had the AUDACITY to PATHETICALLY beg ME to stay, Fuck you Verity' Mob thought to himself
And you know whats the worst of it all'? Mob thoughts suddenly whispered to him, thoughts he did not want to hear 'You almost fell for it, you wanted to stay, his cries of loneliness itched a part of you that you always denied you had' Mob flinched when he did, not because it scared him, but it because it was the truth, he almost didn't pull the trigger on himself, taking pity on the yellow balls pleas
Almost
Mob's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the ringing of the burner phone his Mom brought years ago, 'Just Incase' his Mom has told him, actually, matter of fact, When was the last time he seen his family? the last they said to each other is an argument and-
Mob didn't realize the tears that had built up in his in his eyes till they had fallen, dripping softly on his face, The argument, everything that led him to this dark and probably haunted apartment, that also drove him to the loneliness, to the point he wanted to befriend an ai ball
His last conversation with his family was an argument, the same with his 'best friend', the same thing with Verity
"Mob, we know that you know that this isn't.
.. This isn't a good... Was never even a decent plan!" His mother screamed loudly over the kitchen table
"Mom!" Mob shouted back "I'm going to that college, whether you want me to or not!"
"Well if you decided your gonna go to good for nothing college, consider yourself not apart of this family!" His Father shouted loudly,
Mob looked at his siblings, whose heads were looking down at their, not disagreeing with their parents
'Touche, typical punching bags' Mob thought
"That's IT" Mob suddenly shouted, so loud it shook the dining table, " IM GOING TO THAT COLLEGE WHETHER YOU GUYS WANT ME TO OR NOT" Mob screamed, his voice laced with rage, Mob slowly walked out the door, his bags that he packed before hand in his palms
"Boy, if you walk out that door, consider yourself not part of this family anymore, and I mean it, if you come crawling back, we won't open it" His father snickered at him, the air in the house was tense
Mob slowly walked, then opened the front door, the knob cold on the hinges
He left
His father screamed as he did, spurring out cruel words, telling him he will never amount to anything, Mob told himself that were lies, that he'd prove them wrong, all wrong
Now, he realizes they were probably right
Mob stops zooming out when he hears the phone ring again, it's ringing a bee buzzing in his ears, he slowly picked the phone up, his hands shivering
"Grox?!" Mob answered surprised, he hadn't heard from him in a week, ever since the whole Verity thing
"Dude, bro, Twix is in the hospital man" Grox answered, somehow sounding both casual and concerned
"Twix is WHAT!?!?"