Ah, finally getting myself into the routine feels GREAT.
Updating Tolerance, my Yugioh story, which is a good point for my spleen.
And, a nice relaxing character death one shot…
You can tell I have no life.
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the original!
"I don't feel so good." Said a voice in an empty room. But no one was there to listen.
A small robot pushed itself as far as it could go into a dark corner as if it were trying to escape its reality. With no one to care for it anymore, the outer shell had long lost its shine. It was becoming rusted, and brittle. Gir felt sad it couldn't play like he used to.
"Masta'… I don't feel so good." It whined again. But no one was there to listen. The room, as well as the entire base, was empty. No one was there.
Gir felt like crying, but no tears came out. He must have had ran out.
"I…don't…feel…so…good."
He knew his master would not return. He left a long time ago. The tall ones called him, asked him to help on a special mission. They were giggling, even though they said it was completely serious. But his Master trusted them, so they must be nice.
Maybe they were just happy.
"Come back…"
The power had shut down. Gir couldn't talk to his big computer friend. He couldn't ask him for repairs or for his charger cord. He needed it to sleep.
"Masta'…"
Gir felt his voice failing. He didn't understand why this was happening. Did he do something wrong? Did he forget something important? Why won't he come back?
Gir wanted to cry, but he was all out of tears.
The big head boy must have hated him too. He never came back ether. Gir would go out and say sorry for him, but the base was locked down. Master said it would be only for a little while, until he came back. It was to keep the bad people out.
He said he would come back.
He said it was for a little while.
He promised.
He promised.
He promised.
Maybe… Maybe he found a better robot. One that listened. One that was better and smarter then Gir.
No tears left…
"Masta', I'm sorry!" Gir cried out. He felt confused and sad. No one would come. No one would help.
Gir opened his mouth again, but no sound came out. He tried again and again. Nothing worked. His voice left too. Maybe he used it too much.
He wanted to sleep so badly. But there was no cord. Gir felt very tired. It was a different kind of tired. It felt scary.
"…" Gir tried to protest, not liking this new kind of sleep. But he couldn't stop it. So he welcomed it. It was the only thing that wanted him.