SERIAL DESIGNATION-XI

"God damn it, why does he even CARE?!"

"I just... Hunt and kill!~ That's pretty much all I did! Why does he even want to be AROUND me? Is he actually STUPID? DUMB IN THE HEAD?-"

"I'm just some weak, mentally fragile doll... Why even try to understand... When I can just... EAT?~"

"...Am I even worth being around someone close like THAT though?-"

"Do I even DESERVE having people around me in the first place?"

"I don't even know... I've been so hungry for so long, but if I happen to hurt HIM."

"...I don't want to be reminded about the reality of myself again, really."

"Fuck the laws of the Universe, I just want your ass."

"...DEAD-"

"KILLED-"

"MAIMED-"

"BUT THEN WHAT ABOUT MY OIL?"

"THE THING I'VE BEEN LIVING OFF OF SINCE I WAS DOING THIS VAMPIRE SHIT?"

"Rehab is going great."

"I haven't eaten anyone in precisely a week and someone's been supplying me with several lawnmowers to gobble up."

"I'm quite a handsome, psychologically damaged 5'7" robot vampire freak am I?~"

"...Then-"

"...Why do they call it cooking oil-"

"Both, actually~"

"Besides, I should probably think about not really cooking... PEOPLE or something-"

"Probab'ly oil-"

"SHIPPING CONTAINERS of it~"

"I need a less harmful hobby."

"Maybe... Model-kit building?"

"eSports?"

"...COOKING."

"BUT LIKE-"

"M Y COOKING~"

"...That pink devil has too many boyfriends I swear-"

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"Yeah well-"

"...Brother, there really is no talking some sense into you even with your whole resurrection thing going on, is there?-"

"Please simmer down."

"Like... HARD simmer."

"...So this is what the kids call being a 'Bisexual Disaster', eh?"

"...What's a Season 2?"

"Is it edible?"

"...AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN I FELL OFF?"

 
𝕾𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 .

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ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴʟʏ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇs .
 

"... How many times am I going to be bothered with this, really?-"

"Like-PEOPLE SHOULD HAVE SOMETHING TO DO-"

"...God I want to eat so bad-"

"But like... Only people who deserve it-"

"Preferably the bigger ones-"

"So like... Anyone around me-"

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"I didn't think that weird dog thing would give me enough motivation to stand up to you, but I guess now I know what to do now."

"I'm an angsty, emotional wreck of a killer vampire machine with a hidden inferiority complex and I AM NOT YOURS ANYMORE."

"The fact that you're back again terrifies me."

"But I hope that you don't mind the 'Changes' I made to myself, 'Boss'."

"Why... Why would you even want to know? You startin' to care now that you've found me after all this time?-"

**The brim of his hat covers his eyes. His 'Ears' lowered as he attempts to tune out any words thrown at him.**

**But of course, this is pretty much not a very poggers move-**

**something else. Something that he thought he'd never endure again. And yet... Here he is. On the floor, desperately trying to acknowledge the reality of his situation.**

"...F-Fudge-"

**He drops down onto his knees. Clutching the grabbed part of his uniform as he winces momentarily in pain.**

**Yes, he now knows... But why now? Why NOW of all times, and how is it almost just as worse?**

**God, the helplessness is dreadful to him. The whole feeling of being weak against-**

"N-No... I guess... We... I wasn't important-"

"I knew nothing... Just... I did everything I needed to do-"

"Why weren't there any more orders?-"

**The resurrection of something key to his existence? Now made manifest and threatening to snuff him out?**

"I... I didn't know... W... Why weren't you--"

**The machine gets grabbed. As if upon his full realization, he felt that no matter what guard he'd put up would probably be broken as he seems visibly shaken. Still listening in to every word spoken to him.**

**He's been in a sealab for so long. Then he emerges to the surface to see THIS?-**

"...I don't even get it-"

"I-I wasn't even there... I wasn't even involved in whatever happened there-"

"Why are you even telling me this?!-"

"...But aren't you-"

**He seemingly staggers back, analyzing the situation as his assumptions are slowly coming back to him. Still facing the creature intently.**

"...You're supposed to be-"

"...Wait, 'We're'?"

"...Oh-"

"Oh that sounds... Familiar-"

"Ah, another blunt answer-"

"You're not... Really built out for being the social type, are you?"