A/N: Hi, this is a really short and stupid thing I wrote out because... It seem cute and depressing I guess. Enjoy?
She had been told not to dismantle the cyborg unless she had too. Unless it tried to kill everyone. More specifically, if it attacked Murdoc. Well today had been that day. She wasn't sure exactly what happened, but supposedly the robot had malfunctioned and just lost it. So Noodle took it out. Now she was left staring at the busted body of her doppelganger.
It made her heart hurt to see it in such a pathetic position. Maybe it was because it looked so much like her, or maybe it was because the eyes were still looking at her. Giving her that look.
That Goddamn look.
She grit her teeth, and got down beside the bot. She was alone in the room with it, Murdoc had ran out once Noodle came to save his sorry ass. She could see it shutting down, the wires sticking out from open holes in the body that complimented the one in its head.
Noodle's mind wandered to the times she would pass it in the hall. Every time, it would give her that same look, and she would only give a glare in return. Maybe she should of asked about it, so she could understand why. Why it gave her that stare every time it saw her. No matter the mood.
She remembered arriving on Plastic Beach, when she first met the cyborg. She didn't notice it then, but when she thought back she realized something. It was giving her that look since day one. It had changed slightly over time, but it was still the same look.
It started out as curiosity.
The cyborg would study her, analyze her. It watched her constantly. She didn't really blame it, how would you feel seeing you're nothing more than a clone? Maybe it had known before about what it was, she wasn't sure. She did her best to avoid it, she thought the clone was creepy.
Then the look turned to something else.
It wasn't hatred, or sadness, or anything like that. Maybe it was happiness? Noodle noticed Cyborg's eyes light up ever so slightly when it look at her. As if when the bot saw her, it was like her best friend entered the room. Which was observed, considering she never talked to the stupid thing.
She remembered that when the robot's look changed, she started getting things. There would be stupid little sticky notes on the inside of her mask, or pinned to her clothing, or somewhere she was bound to see them. They always had something dumb written on them. Like they were meant to be love notes, but there were so many words that got scratched out, and so many spelling errors, she never bothered to try and decipher them. Maybe she should of.
Maybe then she would of understood the look it gave her.
Maybe then she would of seen how Cyborg really felt.
Maybe then she wouldn't of killed the poor thing...
Her eyes stung with tears as she watched the LED lights in the robot's glass eyes fade out. Its limbs stopped twitching. Noodle pulled the lifeless body of her doppelganger into her lap, and moved the hair from its face. She was crying over this thing. She felt stupid for getting so emotional over a hunk of metal and plastic.
Then, she let out a bitter laugh at her own expense as tears slid down her face and dripped onto the disabled bot. Was she really at this low of a point that she decided she loved a fucking cyborg of herself?
A cyborg that replaced her? Something that was essentially her, but better?
With a sniffle, she decided yes, she was, and she was okay with it.
At least it wouldn't give her that stupid look anymore...