He hated himself. HE could not find a word to describe himself. He was a failed, a loser, an idiot, a murderer, a killer, no those words don't cut it. They never will.
He changed, but what could he do about it? He had no control over what he became…but he hurt him self and the others around him and…his love.
He terrorized the universe, just to serve a bag of bones. Just to resurrect the most terrifying thing in Shuggazoom. The Skeleton King.
He took pleasure in it, he sickened himself, and he couldn't put up with himself after what he did. He had to get out of the robot, just to make sure he didn't hurt anyone, to clear his mind.
Now he's trying to figure it all out, trying to figure out what he was. Now it's hard to decide.
What would he do with himself, he's already tried suicide; but Nova already caught him and stopped him.
He tried to forget it, but the painful memories still stirred in his mind.
What was he? Was he a joke, a failure, a killer, a monster? Not any of the words made out what he was. Wait! He got it!
S-P-R-X-77 was in fact-
An Error.