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[ . . . oh ! he remembered this part ! she remembered this part quite fondly , actually . it was hard to forget . ]

whoa-oh-oh-oh . . .
sweet child o' mine . . . ( ♪ )

[ he sung gently , as if he were trying to recall every lyric in his mind .
holding her father's hands and dancing . ]

[ she flinched at the unexpected , yet gentle touch . . . but instead of backing away , she stared . letting her father gently hold her broken face . ]

. . .

[ she was devastated . she couldn't remember the lyrics , only the instrumental . she wanted to sing along so bad . . . humming . . ]

ah ! i remember now . again , my apologies . my memory is quite fogged after all this time .
but yes , i do remember .

. . . even now , i'm your sweet child ? even after what has become of me ?

[ she was anxious over the answer , her tone remaining soft . . . though a tad bit shaky . ]

what song is that again ? it sounds familiar .
apologies , it's been a while .

[ raising a finger up to her own chin , tapping it . you can't fault her for not remembering . she's been here for quite some time , as she said . ]

but , i understand . i suppose .

i write the lyrics myself , father . admittedly , i do tend to forget some of them . . .
. . . i assume it's the graphicness of them that you have a distaste for , correct ?

[ dropping her claws , looking down at 7n7 . well , talk about a sudden mood change ! ]

you don't like my songs either ? i work hard on those , father !
sigh . . . you never fail to upset me , father . . . oh . . . pretend i'm crying . . . uuuhuhu . . .

[ covering her eyes . . . looking away . geez , she's so dramatic . some things never change . ]

. . . scary ? :[

you think i'm scary ? :,[
i can't help it , father . . . .

father pisses me off sometimes .

trying to give him a hug because i genuinely miss him and then he gets me with his clone like Ok. Damn. You're getting the walkspeed override then

that is fair from your perspective . you do not share the same history as me and father , so you see him the same as everyone else .

. . . i wonder though . what makes them partake in such foolishness ? don't they know what awaits them here on our side ?

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being blissfully unaware , with lies spouted into my ears constantly by the one above us .

i don't feel truly free despite not having my vision clouded anymore . it still watches over me . it still watches over all of us . we all are just playing in it's game .

[ with the other lowering themselves , c00lkidd decided to lower her guard aswell . sitting down against sixer , exhaling a tiny huff . ]

. . . i appreciate your willingness to listen to me , even with how cold i may appear now .
sometimes , being aware hurts . but i'd argue it's better than

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that "hacker" is my father . i'd much prefer a pathetic man with nothing more to his name than a robloxian who is just as pathetic although armed with weaponry .

. . . i dislike being shot in the face .

. . .

[ her face grimaced . he does not like to be reminded of how he used to be . ]

i'm sorry .
my eyes are opened . you don't look like a "puppy" any longer .

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do not refer to me with such a title . that does not apply to me any longer .

if you wish to play with him , do that /during/ the rounds . don’t bring them into our safe space .

wait what . why is that guy coming over here .

i don’t WANT him here GET HIM AWAY . PUT HIM BACK .

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there's something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

life doesn't care how young you are. it forces you to grow up anyway.

all this anger was once love.

bones-a-breaking aren't enough , don't give me my . . . uh . hm . . .

. . . shit , what was that one lyric again ?

[ eerie humming . ]

walkspeed overrided and my voice was so loud i startled myself

just got scared of myself 💔

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[ staring at her wrist . his gaze focused on the hint of blade sticking out of the hand .

. . . regrets . ]