With all the power the the Transistor possessed there had to be a way to save him. To save everyone and undo what had already been done.

Royce leaned over to peer at the music player. "Who is it?" Sybil took a breath. She didn't answer immediately. The voice washed over her, filled all her empty spaces, rose and fell and rose again in her chest like the waves that surrounded her Sandbox: crashing, crashing, crashing. Finally, she answered. Softly. Eyes closed. "Our next candidate."

He avoided her because no one had ever heard her say anything and he doubted that she would start with him. If he had to make a friend, he figured it should at least be someone he could talk with, not some person with a glitchy voicebox. Finally, though, she was the last one left.

Sometimes, you don't need to say anything.

"It was nothing personal you know. You were valuable, hand-picked. Unique." A series of one-shots detailing the circumstances leading up to the deaths of every character, in near chronological order (as well as I can figure).

An exhausted Red takes a breather and muses on what really matters to her.

Years have passed since the secound Purge, and Mike has grown used to his life as Transistor user. However, Cloudbank is about to be thrown into chaos again n the third, and final Purge. Which side will win?

It's okay, she told herself. It takes a couple days to find your Selection. "Maybe even weeks," the Instructor told her, when Sybil next asked. And then, later: "Or even a month or two."

A really short thing i cooked up, nothing much, just how i felt the change from being "buddies" to something more would play out.

Later, he asks about it. His voice thrums with static, with a slight laugh. [How did a nobody like me ever stand out to someone like you?] It seems like a hypothetical question. Even if it isn't, she's far past the ability to answer. (Red & Blue/Subject/Boxer/etc.)

Just a quickie drabble set before the events that transpired; just fyi Man-in-Transistor is named Cyan in this one.

He supposed that's all fate had in store for him, this was the end of his story, but hers was just beginning. [Red/Boxer]

Sybil shut her eyes, softly smiled as she noticed a Creep approach her, and began singing. "When you speak, I hear silence..." Red would be back. She knew it. She would save her from the process. After all, the boxer was gone now. Red was hers. Who else did she have? "Every word a defiance. I can hear, oh I can hear..."