Not Me About To Make Fanfiction About My Interpretations Of Mind And Soul

not me about to make fanfiction about my interpretations of mind and soul

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A thunderstorm. This was almost daily during Cacophany. I held Mind during a bluescreen attack, caressing his collar. Reminding him that he could speak again. Reminding myself that I can hear him, even with my deafness. He writhed a little, starting to come out from his attack, until another clap of thunder. He went still, and it hurt me to see it. It hurt me to see him in pain. It made me grateful that I trapped Heart in Apathy, that checkered void with endless stairwells. The thunderstorm started to pass, finally, but it took a while for Mind to recover. [Soul.] {Yes?} [About the incident.] He paused, visibly thinking. [Heart made me taste death for the first time. He brought me down to his damn level.] His teeth gritted, no mouth movement visible as he spoke. I ran a hand through his feathers, gently preening. {It's alright, Mind. He's gone now.} His face softened, and his eyes closed. I could tell he was tired. He got tire dmore easily recently, maybe because of the injury being constantly penetrated. He leaned against me, and fell asleep.

*Sits at a table with a napkin tucked into my shirt.*

Waiter! Waiter! More Mind angst please!! Make him really fucked up after the Juno incident, give him existential dread about his own mortality pretty please!!!!

Make him afraid of the dark, make him jump at loud sounds and claps of thunder. Give him nightmares he can’t fathom because he’s not supposed to feel like this. He’s not supposed to be ‘flawed’ or ‘wrong’.

Make him despise Heart not only for trying to kill him, but also for bringing him down to his level. He isn’t supposed to experience these emotions, Heart has infected him with fear and indescribable grief. Make him suffer with his humanity.

No matter how you see him, automaton, cyborg, full robot. He’s derived from a human, he can’t escape that fact no matter how hard he tries. The shot only reminds him of how fragile his life is, I think that it fucks him up for a good while.

“Mind forgives in the end, but he does not forget.” - My genius friend

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