I had been working on her new body for months, not to mention the amount of burns I received from having to melt down all of the destroyed robots that I use to train with. Finally I only had to attach the last bolt in the back of the neck and it would finally be complete. Aradia had been killed in a deadly role playing accident at the hand of Vriska, who actually helped me in creating this suit for her to inhabit. Aradia has practically the lowest blood color on the spectrum, however there has always been something about her that has intrigued me to the point that I could never think of her that way. That is why I agreed to make her this suit.
I had to make a few adjustments, however. I really feel as if maybe I could really like her, but I fear that she will not feel the same. I grab a towel off of the work bench and dab at the sweat that is now pouring down my face at this thought. However, I have developed a way that there is now no possible way for her to deny me. In order for the suit to function like a normal troll body, I had to create an artificial heart along with veins and other organs necessary for survival. Since the heart itself was metal, I was able to install a chip that caused her to believe that she loved me just as much as I loved her.
Now that the suit has been completed, I can finally deliver it to her. I grabbed a spare towel and stuffed it in my back pocket, knowing that I would need it sooner or later. I walked down the road and arrived at her hive. As I walked to the door, she floated through it. She saw the body and asked if it was for her. I told her that I had specially designed it to be durable and be able to contain her spirit, pretty much allowing her to live a somewhat "living" life. She thanked me and I grabbed the towel as she floated into the body.
The lights that functioned as her eyes began to glow, meaning that it was functioning correctly. Suddenly she looked at me angrily. I just looked at her as if to question what was wrong. She yelled, "Did you program this suit to have feelings for you?!" I looked at the ground and she immediately knew the answer. She used the arm and ripped through the chest plate of the suit, grabbing the heart. As she ripped the artificial heart out, mine went with it. This was a sign that I dreaded since I had first installed that chip. This showed me that she could never feel the same way I did and would ultimately hate me for it.
She then charged at me and lifted me off the ground by my neck. As the air was leaving my lungs, I looked down at her. I thought back to when I first installed the chip. I had been debating, but decided to put it in due to the fear that had become a reality. Before I knew what was happening, I was back on the ground. I looked into her "eyes" and she grabbed my shirt and kissed me. The minute we made contact, I knew what she felt. She felt that the chip was unnecessary and that it wouldn't have mattered if it had been installed or not. All that mattered now was that we felt the same way.