Corrupted False paced around, occasionally screaming death threats at unsuspecting hermits that walked in, cackling maniacally, or just giving them stares.
Stress sat by her glass box as False slept, watching her, brown eyes filled with plump tears. Xisuma walked in on her late at night. Stress was watching the blonde warrior's chest rise and fall.
Xisuma sat down next to her.
"You like her, don't you?"
Stress's round face grew as red as tomato sauce, the tips of her ears turning scarlet. But she gave him a small smile, and tears trickled down her face like honey.
"Well, she is very pretty."
Xisuma wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry, Stress, we'll get her fixed up. Besides, I've seen the way she looks at you; False loves you."
"Who is the Dark Man, Xisuma?"
Xisuma sighed. "I've looked at False's code. She's... going to be okay. It's a virus. The Dark Man is a virus, corrupting her code. She loves you, that part has not been infected yet.''
Stress turned away, and she shuddered, like ice had touched her skin. False's finger twitched.
"She kissed me. She kissed my nose. Is that the part of False that's... False?"
Xisuma nodded. Stress mumbled a tiny "oh" and hugged her knees close to her chest, more tears streaming down her face.
"False is sick, Stress. We can help her, but... she'll have to beat the virus on her own."
Xisuma patted her head and left.