A dullness set in, darkness settling in the center of his mind and clouding over everything that seemed to happen. One of his blue optics opened, the broken fragment seemingly more prominent.

His sound processors made a weak click until the faint hiss of breath that came out of his mouth sounded into a groan, and he rolled onto his side. His left shoulder seemed to be unable to move, due to the unknown aid She had given him, and if he tried, it send a painful throb to his neck. He tried to assess more of the damage that had happened to him towards the end of the Fall before he was knocked out, and quickly found out that his left knee was almost locked in place in an odd bent angle. The right way, thankfully, and not the wrong way. He moved and struggled to sit up, beads of sweat collecting on his forehead as a pallor came across his expression. He fell against a wall next to him, making him shout in agony as he stood up. He shut his eyes as he regained his breath, and finally opened them. It was dark.

Why was he in this bloody hell anyways?

Ooh. Right. She dropped him in here. The reason was blurry to him. He had...talked...walked into Her chamber and they were talking and then..

Berries.

Realization hit him quickly, and almost sent the world spinning again. His optics flickered in alarm, shrinking as his lips made a small phantom tinge where their lips had sparked against each other's. It was only a peck too.

He covered his face with one hand after taking his glasses, frowning and shaking his head as he held the glasses in his other hand. "No reason to think about /that,/ mate, eh? What on earth made ya think about kissing HER? Of all people! HER!" He sighed loudly, unbelievingly.

He almost screamed when the room shifted. It was almost like taking a breath, feeling the panels beneath him move up and then settled back down, buzzing softly with electricity. He breathed shallowly as he heard the intercom connect to the room's speakers. A soft beep.

It was then that he finally remembered that he had been shot, fatally wounded most likely, but why was he here again? Unless...

"Well you're awake. A bit disappointing. I hoped that fall would have killed you. The lunatic made it, but she was a lunatic. You on the other hand...

Well, you weren't expected to survive."

The Voice was as chilling as always, though a small pit in his chest seemed to grow cold. Not that he always felt a tremor of terror at any mention of Her, but this was something new. I was almost as if the kiss had never happened. That should be good right? Then why did he feel so disturbed by it? He could almost see the pale android in front of him, arms crossed, everything simply perfect, except the unpleasant look of hatred she gave him. And the spark.

He shook his head slowly, laughing nervously, and shuffling his feet even though he couldn't back up anymore. "I-I did-n't thin-k I'd b-be alive either, l-luv, to be q-quite honest.."

"Oh, I can assure you that it isn't a problem. Because after what you did, you won't be living to how long I originally intended to keep you."

The moron winced, frightened smile faltering into a trembling frown. "O-oh." That small word trailed off into a soft helpless whisper as his blue optics fixed their gaze on the red lens of the camera.

"Oh. And by the way. I brought you back here, in case you didn't already notice. You left quite a lot of blood in my Chamber. But I did a pretty good job seeing as it hasn't dawned on you yet."

The panels took another breath before he saw the walls move and open forward, letting him see the small beams that aligned themselves parallel with the sides until his eyes were pulled to Her two glowing orbs of light.

Her face was as stoic as always, painfully so, as he knew, as unreadable ad it was, it was seeping with boiling rage. He would much prefer having her lash out at him, make her facility boom and thrash with Her anger, but she took the startlingly dangerous route.

A cold, icy anger that was obvious in her demeanor, but her presence always intimidated others, and so it made him unsure whether she was actually angry, but he couldn't let his guard down. Her unreadable expression could only tell him one thing. The unexpected will not be pleasant. It often never was, and if She was there, the 'often' was scratched out and it turned into the simple statement of it never being pleasant.

The android in front of him expressed what he always associated with Her voice, chilling ill-expressed, the lack of a smile on her lips, the cold gaze that still seemed more prominent in her eyes, and was adorned by her features, only to help the feeling that her glare was shooting daggers at him.

His knees almost gave way, and his left shoulder throbbed when the wall barely made contact. He let out a loud shout, making him almost crumble to the ground in pain. She had fixed him, of course, but She made sure to leave him with disabilities to make it so much easier to see him writhe in pain. A soft snicker was heard in front of him. "I sincerely hoped that you would have something like this." The words echoed softly, almost as if she was whispering in his ear, and had the same effect. The hair at the back of his neck rose, and he looked up to see Her walk towards him through slitted eyes. He struggled to straighten, but her slender hand suddenly pushed him back against the wall, and he screamed as a knife of pain stabbed his shoulder and spread up to his neck. He shut his eyes, making panicked huffs as static threatened to fill his sound processors. His mind felt like it was melting, and he saw dark circles faltering in his eyes. He was going to pass out.

"Despite me being so kind as to let you live after bothering me during your punishment, you still continue to give me trouble. You know, someone would have already killed you by mow if they experienced what you did to me. But luckily, I'm a bigger person than that. And you know what? I'll still be helping you."

Her voice was swimming in his mind, and he clung onto the cold drone of it, trying to stay awake in a hopeless attempt of finding out what she'd do. It was painful curiosity. Because expecting something would help him cope with it for the second before She killed him, whether as not knowing when She'd kill him would be adding the element of surprise. And that was never good.

He felt his sound processors break into static as he let out a howling scream, feeling her hand push at his shoulder. He felt the artificial bones grate against each other, and he realized that a claw was ready to clamp on to his shoulder. His blue optics widened.

And the world became a dark void after a loud crack was heard.