Slowly, the bridge of the Fortrex opened, and the Black Knight mech walked in. The sky behind it was turning a milky orange as the sun began to set. Draping from the mechs fingers were dozens of grocery bags, and gently, it set them down. From inside the bags a couple of cans clattered together.

With a hiss, the top of the mech opened, and Robin climbed out. He sighed as he stared at all the groceries. How was he gonna carry them back into the kitchen? A noise clattered in the back of the bridge, and Robin looked up.

"You come to help?" He asked, frowning, "Cuz uh, there's a whole lot of stuff here. I've only got so many hands so… Yknow."

He played with the bracelets on his wrists and sniffled once at where the noise had come from. Whoever was over there was being annoyingly unhelpful. Either that, or he was just that unlikable.

The bridge behind him began to close.

Panic flared in his stomach for a second, and he shot a look at what he had been working on for the past few days. He'd have to use it, wouldn't he. He'd have to- the thought flickered out.

Clay stepped out from behind where he had been rearranging the weapons in the back of the workshop. He raised an eyebrow at Robin's panicked state before walking over to grab a couple of bags.

"You're a little jumpy," He commented, "Anything happen?"

Did anything happen? He couldn't really remember what he had even been panicking about a few moments ago. In fact, the harder he tried to remember, the less he seemed to know. It was like chasing a piece of paper that was fluttering in the wind. Robin decided that, no, nothing had happened.

"No," He replied after all that thinking, "Nothing happened. Just my nerves getting to me, I guess."

Clay paused and thought about that for a second.

"Hey Robin?"

"Yeah?"

"I wanted to apologize."

Robin blinked. "For what?"

His head began to hurt. That feeling of chasing the wind had returned.

"For not really taking the time to talk and be a brother to you lately. Ever since Fletch showed up, I feel like I've been seeing you less, and it sucks. I care about you, Robin."

Deep within his subconscious, Robin could feel something trying to get out. Like a memory or something. His headache was turning into a migraine. He was barely aware of how he was shaking.

"Like this," Clay set the bags he was holding down and gestured at what Robin had been working on, "You've been working on this for a while now, and I haven't even asked what it is. And that sucks. I want to be able to talk to you about what you do. And, maybe you could show me what it is when we're done putting stuff away."

"That's…"
What had he been working on for the past few days? He couldn't remember. No, it wasn't that he couldn't remember, he didn't know. He had no idea what he had been making. It felt like his head was being cut open.

When had he started that? What was it? Why didn't he know?

Something inside of him snapped.

"That's not true."

Clay blinked at Robin, surprised.

"What-"

"None of that is true." Robin said, his eyes changing from their normal blue to a bright, glowing green, "You don't care. You've never cared. You only wanted me to fill a void in your heart and as soon as you had a proper replacement, you tossed me out."

There was a sad, hurt look in Clay's eyes now, but Robin didn't care. It felt like his body was on autopilot.

"Don't come up to me and talk about wanting to know what I'm doing when you still think that I'm too young to know what you do. But Fletch isn't? But Ava isn't?" He laughed, "You know, for a second there, I almost forgot why I was even building this in the first place."
He walked over to where Clay was standing, next to the strange thing that he had been building. Gently, he shoved his hands into two small holes in the back of the thing and smiled wide as it flickered to life. Wires with needles attached to them shot into his hands, fully connecting him to his creation. Within the machine, he flexed his fingers and two of the machine's four arms spun to life.

Clay watched, torn between taking Robin out of the thing and calling for help.

Then, faster than Clay could see, one of the arms shot forward and picked him up, then threw him hard across workshop. Robin laughed, but his voice was mangled. It sounded like a combination of several people's voices.

"You said you wanted to see what it did!" He said happily, "So I'm showing you! And I'm done shoving all my thoughts to the side, I'm dealing with them directly now! Directly!"

With the last word, and arm stretched out and grabbed Clay from where he had landed, then threw him once more onto the ground.

Something hit Robin in the back. Within an instant, another arm whipped around and held the culprit high above the ground in front of him. He narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, Fletch." The arm brought Fletcher closer to Robin's face, and Robin scowled. His unnatural glowing green eyes were so bright that Fletch had to squint.

"Y'know, I thought you were a cool guy." Fletch was tossed up once, then caught, "Then you come here and steal my brother from me. Aren't you destined to turn evil too? What's your deal, you decide to act on your birthright early?"

Fletch twisted in the arm's grasp so that he was facing Clay, and then spun back around to look at Robin. He took a deep breath, and then started to try and shove the arm off of where it was holding his legs. Robin laughed loudly.

"Oh, you think it'll be that easy?"
The arm tightened, and a sickening crack echoed through the workshop. Fletch screamed.

Robin tossed Fletch aside and snorted in contempt as Clay almost instantly ran over to catch his brother. Clay glared at Robin.

"Alright Allie," Robin heard Clay mumble, "I tried your way, what now?"

"I have an idea," Robin said, all four arms of the machine moving to grab Clay's limbs, "This will be the part where I kill you!"

An arrow hit one of the arms, and it shuddered, before releasing it's hold on Clay's right leg. Robin's head whipped around, and a growl began to form in the back of the throat.

"Why am I always being interrupted!?"

The rest of the knights were entering the workshop, and Aaron had his crossbow in hand. His eyes were narrowed in a sort of sad regret.

"I dunno, buddy," Aaron said, making a motion with one hand to tell Macy and Lance to help Fletch, "But lemme tell ya, it's getting pretty annoying to have to deal with one of our team members going evil every few weeks."

Suddenly, Robin found himself surrounded. Which was, less than ideal.

On one hand, he could drop Clay and deal with the others, but that left his one goal gone. On the other hand, he could just kill his brother here and now, but where was the fun in that?

Wait, fun? Why was he thinking that this was fun? This was a serious thing, and he didn't even want to hurt Clay. What was he doing?

And then, for the first time, while he stood there surrounded, Robin remembered what had happened back at the castle. All those thoughts that had come and gone were his, all the stuff in his head now wasn't his. It was Envy's.

Clay dropped to the ground, and Robin ripped his hands out of the machine. The wires that had been connected to his hands were pulled out, and now his hands were dripping with his own blood. He was shaking.

He never meant to hurt anyone. How could he have let this happen? How could he have-

Robin's thoughts all cut off.

Envy ran one of Robin's hands through his hair, spreading blood all over his forehead. She laughed nervously.

"He almost got me there," She said, no longer using Robin's voice, but her own, "Really, I should've kept better hold of him in the first place, but that's in the past."

She frowned at the gathered knights.

"What I want to know is whether or not you know who I am."

Macy gripped her mace tightly, "You're Envy, we saw who you really are from the footage from the castle."

"Oh, right. The helmet." Envy crossed her arms, more blood getting on Robin's body with every move she made, "Should've taken care about that. Again though, that's in the past. Where were we again?"

A hand wrapped around her mouth from behind, and for a second, she was confused. All the knights were right here, which one was she forgetting? And then she remembered that Robin had detached himself from the machine. Clay.

"This is the part," Clay said slowly, "Where you give my brother back his body, or I blast your sorry excuse for a spirit all the way back to that castle."

Envy laughed nervously, "H-hey, can't we work something out here?"
"So you're not going to give Robin back his body?"

"I never specifically said-"

"Goodbye."

Envy and Robin's collective vision went dark, and suddenly, Robin felt alone with his thoughts again.

((Title is from Appetite of a People Please by Ghost!))