T-09-09
This sucks.
First, I get rekt by an ALEPH abno! Then, I take a beating from the facility's top employees! Finally, my pathetic teammate nursed me back to health! What an idiot! I couldn't even keep swearing so much! The Information Team set another of their moronic rules.
This sucks SO much.
"Gregory, can you please handle Fragment of the Universe? I know you hate Child of the Galaxy, so I'll take care of him."
"You don't say please?!"
"B-But I did! Don't hit me again, pretty please!"
Pretty… please? Freaking pathetic. I cannot believe that imbecile of Pizt saved my skin the other day. Had they forgotten I broke their bones?! I was so mad I kicked our Sephirah.
"Get up, lazy pile of junk! Miss Malkuth came here earlier to remind you to keep the maintenance of the regeneration dispensers, so get on with it!"
"What use is it, anyway? Even if I try my hardest, you're going to die."
"Duh! Everyone dies! But as long as I belong to the Safety Team, they'll have to beg for my permission first! So quit it with the drugs and put your sorry ass to work for once!"
After forcing him to stand up, I finally got Netzach to put his act together. I smirked and looked at the new recruits. See? That's how you do it! Still, I didn't feel like working on that alien thing from outer space, so I bullied one of the rookies into doing my tasks. They grabbed onto my leg and begged me to teach them before entering, so I had no other choice but to show them how it was done. Man, I'm way too cool for these plebs.
After making sure everyone was diligently working –except for me–, I set off to do my rounds through the department's corridors. A single piece of paper was stuck to Silent Orchestra's containment unit.
DO NOT ENTER.
If Qliphoth Meltdown selects this chamber, find me. –Inspector
That bastard… I can't believe they survived that monster musician without EGO protection. The weakling I used to know was no longer alive, that's for sure. After they returned from their quest and deactivated the emergency state, they were so pale and silent they looked more dead than alive.
Fuck… If they are deaf now, how am I going to hurt their feelings?
… I shouldn't be thinking that. I owed them my life… and I was not so classless that I didn't care for that. Lightly hitting my shoulder with my EGO lance, I reached the new containment unit. I jumped after looking through its window.
[DATA EXPUNGED] rested inside, covering their face while tears fell to the floor. They weren't even paying attention to Theresia's sad melody.
How long had they been inside there? The report said Theresia was a music box with a ballerina performing arabesque on its top that was capable of healing the department's employee's sanity. However, it also said that if people remained inside for periods longer than 30 seconds, they would go insane.
I gulped and stepped inside.
"Hey, you okay?"
The Inspector reacted to my words and opened their eyes very wide. They literally threw themselves at me. I raised my guard, but a hug caught me instead. Their sobs and whimpers continued arrhythmically.
"I'm so glad… uugh… I'm so glad it's over… I-I can hear your voice again… Oh, gods… I can hear again… aah…"
What was I meant to feel at that point? The bastard was already a mess, so messing them up even more would be too cruel, even for my black heart.
I did the unthinkable and hugged them back.
Fuck. [DATA EXPUNGED] was so emotional they even managed to make me tear up a little.
I dragged them outside the chamber and Theresia stopped its music.
"You are a crazy bastard."
"Thanks… Thanks…"
Fuck. They were so grateful to hear my voice they didn't even process my insult. Grunting inside my mind, I dragged the Inspector back to their department.
Fuck.
[Fifty Ahns will be subtracted from Gregory's next paycheck due to an excessive use of swearwords. Serves you right, moron! Also, good for you!]
[Martin, please, keep the personal remarks to a maximum of zero] – Yesod
[Aye, aye…]
