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Mepad closed the door to his room and faceplants into his bed. Life for him hadn’t gone so well recently, everyone was adjusting to their new lifestyle and so was Mepad, but, he just he missed a certain someone, that someone being toilet. Mepad was one of the only people who actually cared about his death, the only one who actually missed him. It felt odd for the robot that said he “can’t feel anything” was still grieving the man he loves even after months.
Toilet actually confessed to him a few months ago, before he was fired, but at the time Mepad was confused about the emotion he was feeling and wasn’t sure if the emotion he was feeling was love so he rejected. (Listen idk how to phrase it okay?)
Mepad wishes to this day that he realized sooner, that he said yes, that he was in a relationship with the man he loved, and so did toilet and he knew that, toilet asked him one last time while his life was slipping away, during that time Mepad said yes over and over again, hoping that his pleas would somehow revive toilet, but it did nothing and he knew that, he just wanted toilet to die knowing that he loved him.
Mepad kept almost every toilet had left behind, one of his bow ties, a journal that he wrote in, and a picture of him and Mepad. Mepad didn’t have much of him really- wait.
Mepad shot up as he looked through some voice recordings he took of important information, then he found a few recordings he had left of toilet, most of them were small yapping sessions he recorded just so he could hear his voice whenever he missed him, he had almost forgotten what he sounded like. He laid on his back as he pressed play, Toilet’s lovable voice run through his ears(or what ever counts as ears).
Mepad immediately felt comfort and that small feeling he had felt when he realized he liked toilet. Mepad didn’t care if he stayed in his room all day. He just wanted to listen to toilet’s voice again.