Pain engulfed his entire arm, as if it had caught fire and ate away at his circuitry as Buzz wrapped the worn bandages tighter around then it had originally. Delete whimpered as his antenna sent sparks and he shuddered, looking at his own damaged arm. "Would you quit that it's distractin' me." Delete glanced at Buzz, "Sorry." The robot answered softly, attempting to keep still as he stared at the stony ceiling, unable to look at his arm any more. The place where the sat was small, and dim. A prison cell. The thought jarred his circuits.
"Done." Buzz mumbled and moved away, returning to his corner. Wrapping his arms in frustration as he stared through the prison bars that kept them inside. Unlike the time Hacker had been jailed, they had no roommate except each other. Being weary of his injured arm, Delete rested against the wall and pulled his legs up to him. And for awhile they just sat like that, in silence. Eerie silence that Delete disliked. "Do you think we'll be okay?" Delete peered at Buzz, who only grunted and turned over for the time being. Delete stared at his brother for awhile before gluing his gaze to the flickering light on the ceiling. Unsure how to feel about this mess that they had gotten into. Maybe they should have known it was coming, but it was too soon. How long had they been here anyway? It felt like days, and as each day passed the panic was driven away by the heart aching silence.
"Buzz?" Delete called to his brother, unlike before Buzz did nothing. Only laying still, not even another grunt. "Buzz..." He twitched that time, Delete stared and hesitantly drew closer. "Buzz please..." Before Delete could react, Buzz sprung up. "What do you want!?" Delete flinched and edged away, "Can we... talk?" He looked down when he got a scoff in response. "What is there to talk about?" Buzz asked, eying his younger brother with little interest. "We're caught, it's over." And he said no more. Delete looked back up at the flickering light, "Do you think we'll be deactivated?" He turned his attention to the short robot again. Buzz looked at him, but looked away as soon as he did. "Probably, and then throw away are spare parts. We'll be forgotten in no time, or they'll spit on our graves." He spoke plainly, as if he didn't care anymore. Delete let out a shaky sigh, "So we're going to die and no one will care?" Buzz nodded, even if Delete wasn't paying attention to him anymore.
"No one really cares about robots, sentient ones mainly." Shrugging it off, Buzz lied back down. Attempting to hold back his sobs, Delete wiped away the tears from his eyes and let out another shaky breath. Trying to hold back, which proved to difficult. Letting out a chocked sob, Delete covered his face. Not realizing Buzz was now staring at him, "Uh... Deedee..." He spoke awkwardly, and glanced away. "Uhhh..." Buzz continued to watch as Delete cried his heart out. If they actually did have hearts. He shook his head, "Delete calm down." Delete moved away his tear stained hand, and whimpered. "But-y.. you said...-" He said in a hoarse voice. Buzz frowned, then shouted "Forget what I said!" The frown turned to a sneer. Delete froze and looked at him, a thick silence rang through and Delete looked down at the floor. Tears still continued to roll down his face, landing on the front of his shirt.
Cooling down, Buzz sighed. "Look, don't cry. Don't you want to lose your dignity when the come for us?" Delete raised an eyebrow, "I thought you said I didn't have any?" Buzz groaned, "Shut up," he clasped his hands together. "What I mean if we're going down, we might as well give them nothing to laugh about." Delete wiped away his remaining tears, confusion making his antennas spark.
"So we can't be scared?"
"That's right."