Loneliness was one feeling he hated to feel.

He had been dazed by the thought of trusting Her, but since that encounter, She didn't come back. He was left in the room, and when he finally decided to exit the room, the door slid open. He had been worried that She was going to be furious about him choosing to leave without her knowing, but the camera mounted in the room still stared at him, mute. She was watching him, but, so far, She didn't say anything.

The moron shuffled nervously in the doorway, scratching the back of his head.

"Urm, j-just wonderin', luv? Is..Is it alright if I get out? You know, I don't want to get you..." He honestly didn't want to get her mad. He knew what She can do, and he didn't want to see what else She could do. The camera's lenses flickered for a second, and zoomed in on his face. He stiffened. "Oh, h-hello. Ju-st wanted to-"

"I heard you the first time, moron."

"Oh, r-right." His blue optic shrunk slightly, and he looked away from the red eye watching him from above.

"The prospect of finding you dead from simply wandering in here seems like a very good idea." The Voice mused, tone cold but entertained. The moron felt a chill run down his spine as he began having second thoughts when She mentioned death. Better having her entertained than angered, he thought, hopefully. He opened his mouth to speak, but She interrupted his train of thought.

"Sure. Get out. The sooner you run into trouble and hurt yourself, the better."

"O-on second thought-"

"You wanted to get out, didn't you? Go."

"Well, now that I-"

"Thought about it? Well, you should have done that before hand, moron. It's too late now."

He bolted to run back in the room he came from, but the panels in front of him launched him back, making him slam onto the floor on his back. His spine jolted and he rolled to lie on his side, groaning. He sat up tiredly, but the room he had been in previously was now gone. The panels that had pushed him had replaced the doorway. He furrowed his eyebrows and grunted as he got up. He stumbled forward and placed a hand against a wall as he walked, balancing himself. The hallway seemed endless, and he had no idea where he was. "Erm, if-if you're listening to me, could you at least tell me where I am, luv? I can't really-"

"No thank you."

That was all he got as a response as the intercom cut off. He groaned inwardly and continued walking, opening the occasional door. He peeked in, and then when nothing seemed to ring a bell or indicate a landmark that told him where he was, he moved on.

By the time he found a considerably larger chamber, he was utterly exhausted. He almost tripped on his own feet as he walked in and his blue eyes looked up wearily, scanning the room for possible cameras lurking about. He thought it looked familiar; something about the walls, the domed shaped ceiling almost invisible at how high it was. It was dark, and a distinct humming of electricity ran through the room. It made him tense up, glance around with alarmed eyes. It...

It was Her chamber.

He turned around to the door, running to the door until he stopped. He paled.

She was standing there.

"O-oh, ello there love! Fancy seein' you here...haha..." His attempt at a banter was futile.

"I didn't think you would make it all the way here. Judging by the way you walked in here, you were about to collapse."

He swallowed, and laughed nervously. "Funny story, you saying that. I, in fact, was just about to run out until...well, until I saw you there. Didn't want to bump into you, that's all. Not at all, actually." His blue eyes stared at the floor, and his shoulders were tensed up. He looked like he was about ready to shrink back into the size of his core body.

"Interesting alibi, Idiot. But no. You knew this was My chamber. That's why you tried to leave." He flinched, as if trying to ward off the words that were eventually going to come, and no matter how much he tried to ignore them, her words would pierce into his mind painfully. Don't go on. Don't tell me. Don't remind me of what I did.

"This is where I was. Further down, that's where SHE was. In an elevator. About to leave. To her freedom she always wanted ever since she could remember. So close."

Don't say it-

"Until you came along." He flinched horribly, and his optics shrunk drastically, avoiding Her gaze as her voice became colder. "I'm not saying this in Her defense. I say it because you took a lot of things away from my facility, including the death of that lunatic. I was put in a potato and half-eaten because of you. I had to watch my whole facility break down when you controlled it. Of course, I don't expect you to understand.

You're a moron."

The words burned through him, and his small pupils started to tremble slightly as he felt a burning sensation in the pit of his stomach. "I am. NOT. A. MORON!" He said it in a snap, glaring up at Her. Once he locked eyes with Her indifferent ones, he faltered. "I had enough time in space to think about that. And I'm sorry about everything. I truly-"

"Sorry doesn't help the year I spent making this facility fully-functional again, idiot." Her eyes narrowed and she scoffed. Her head tilted away as she spoke, and he stole a glance at her dimly-lit figure, watching her walk along the curve of the room.

"I, I know that, I just..." He sighed softly, and looked away. There was a pause before he spoke again. "I don't know."

"I don't expect anything else from you."

He didn't know how to reply to that. He remained quiet. His eyes wandered up, and followed the wires up on her neck, towards the ceiling. His optics widened slightly as he noticed some of the vegetation from Her Awakening were still there, perhaps still wrapping around Her wires from a crack from above.

That's when he saw the red berry thing. He didn't know what exactly it was, but he had read up on something alike to that when he was in Her chassis. A...a mistletoe? Was it that time of year already? He was gone for roughly a year, but he didn't take notice of what season it was now when he was a flaming ball coming back into the atmosphere.

He racked his mind to recall where that was from, and he jolted with a start when he noticed she had gotten closer, glowering at him with a disdainful expression. "I hope you know you aren't supposed to stay there either. Unless you want me to personally kick you out?"

He dismissed her words, and pointed up. "Th..that red berry thing there, with the other cluster of those things, are they.?"

She was annoyed when he ignored her, and her head tilted up to look at what he was talking about in a mocking manner. "Mistletoe? Well, what do you know. Yes, I suppose it is. Why should I care? It's not like I'm going to-"

"-Kiss me? Oh! It's the plant that humans made to give people kisses! I remember now! If you're caught under a mistletoe-"

"I'm not going to kiss a moron like you! It's not happening." Her optics sharpened and narrowed in dangerous slits, but the moron seemed to be beaming. The idea seemed to make him burst with joy as he succeeded in remembering something from a year ago. He hardly seemed to mind Her denial. Or Her annoyance.

"Ooh, what's wrong luv? You can't stand 'moron germs?' Cooties? Why not? Is it because you're too shy? You don't know how to kiss?" He was blabbering on, riding on the happiness that shone brightly in his optics. He couldn't seem to shut up, and he didn't look like he had any plans too. "Oh come on, luv, why aren't you willing to do it? It could be for Science, if you wanted, just to see if that human tradition does make something happen, or-Or! That I am, in fact, NOT a moron, and that I might be, a considerably better kisser than the Central Core herself!"

She was staring at him irritably, unamused at how he seemed so full of himself. "I-What are you even-"

"You know it's true, luv! Why wouldn't you simply just, it's honestly a peck on the lips, and that's it! A simple peck, really! What could go wrong? Oh-oh I know! You could be beaten by, a considerably, charming, moron." He smiled widely, a moronic grin spreading on his lips. He was so full of himself, on his speech that he made, solely on the fact that he, not-a-moron, didn't fail to remember something. That will definitely show Her!

She remained unamused as he continued, and her hands clenched and unclenched. She rolled her eyes. The moron actually thought-

"Here, if you aren't willing to prove that you will be, in fact, beaten by a moron, then why not take the steering wheel of control now? Eh? Could a moron do this?"

She looked at him sharply. What was he planning to-

His face was in front of her for a second, and his lips pecked Hers, emitting a spark between their lips and he pulled back, grinning like an idiot. "Could he? Could a moron do th-aa-ah- eheh...I...I might have pulled that a bit far-" His optics shrunk when it finally dawned on him that She looked genuinely annoyed before he leaned over, and he suddenly realized what he had done. "Oh, nononno, I..I didn't-"

He felt the room drop drastically in temperature. He looked at Her shocked expression slowly turn into one of anger. It was a strange pinkish color, but that quickly faded when her lips pulled into a frown, then a sneer. Her yellow eyes glowed brighter, and he visibly shrunk.

Oh god, he was a goner.

"To answer your question, a moron can do that. A moron could have the genuine GUTS to do anything idiotic, and hey, look what you did. You decided to do the most horrible thing you could possibly imagine. Well done."

He heard her processors hum and lower into a low-pitched growl, and he backed away, fearfully. He was a moron. An idiot. Why did he even open his mouth? It would have been better if he was quiet. He should have ended himself then when he was in Her claws so his core would have broken. He didn't want to be here. She was angry, and he was to be punished.

And by God, he was going to pay for it.

A claw snatched him up from behind and he yelped, moving in a frenzy to get down. "I-I can explain!" He didn't know what he was saying.

"There's nothing left to explain. Goodbye."

The claw moved and he squirmed frantically, and almost screamed when he saw where She was taking him. "NO! NOT THE INCINERATOR! PLEASE! PLEASE-"

"Goodbye." And that was the last thing he heard until his stomach rose in his throat in the sickening drop, and wind tore at his face.