Hello again. If you've already played through the entire Everlasting Memories movie series, you'll notice that each chapter after the prologue was based more or less on the respective movie installment. I have to warn you now then, that the interaction between Nate and F-00 in this chapter may be a little more… troubling than it was in the last chapter. I deeply apologize if this chapter is not to your liking.

This is a story that starts with a certain inventor…

By creating F-00, he had been able to fulfill his long-held dream: to finally have a friend he could play with… as well as a partner to satisfy his sexual desires,

As time passed, he began to play with his robot more and more frequently; the lonely scientist and the robot with a heart had united to create a wondrous and blissful relationship.

However, reality threatened his way of life; there remained much research to do in his lab, and as he continued to spend time with his robot, less time became available to pursue that vital work.

He was happier than he had ever been, but the same could not be said of his assistants…

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Nate yawned loudly, without the need for suppression in the privacy of his study. Even as his body ached for respite, the young scientist picked up the stack of papers he had been given; a compilation of notes regarding an experiment that he had not been present for. Though a few terms remained familiar to him as he skimmed through, he still found great difficulty in attempting to make sense of the reports. Gritting his teeth in concentration, he began to re-read the words and numbers, over and over again, but it was no good; he felt as though his mind was running low on power, unable to function at full capacity.

He briefly contemplated the option of taking a short rest, but decided against that; given his current physical state he would definitely be prone to sleeping for much longer than intended, most likely long enough for a lab assistant to notice his laziness and pay their castigations. Perhaps what he needed was just a refreshing glass of water to replenish his focus, he thought to himself. After all, dehydration did contribute to the weakening of mental efficiency.

It was only when he was in the kitchen, gulping down the cool, quenching cup of fluid, did Nate realize something strangely amiss. A cursory glance at the nearby clock had shown that it was only nearing midday, yet an unusual and almost deathly silence permeated throughout the area, no footsteps, clamoring of voices, or scientific progress to be heard. Nate left the kitchen, and began to search the rooms of the lab, investigating this most peculiar matter. As he searched for any signs of his colleagues, a growing uneasiness stirred in the pit of his belly. Perhaps there was something dangerous about, and everyone else had already fled for safety… or maybe it was already too late for them. Before looking any further, he went back into the Pokemon storage room, and he grabbed a Poke Ball, bringing it with him, just in case.

Just as the boy had feared, just about the entire lab was devoid of any other individual. With only one room left to check, Nate's heart trembled harshly. If anything were to happen to the one he cared about most… He didn't want to think about it, but it was better to know than to be left wondering; he couldn't just leave F-00 at the mercy of whatever had caused everyone else to go missing.

As he entered the room where F-00 was kept, he saw no capsule to encase the robot, but the room was not empty; an assortment of objects was packed in the far corner, unable to be identified at the boy's current distance. A sudden noise from behind startled Nate into turning around, and his spectacle-clad eyes widened as he realized what had happened.

He had been locked inside.

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Whoever – or whatever – had confined Nate to this large room wanted to keep him alive; that fact was unmistakable.

He came to this conclusion once he had finally stopped slamming at the door, desperately calling out for assistance. He then noticed that the objects in the corner were actually a sizable stash of food supplies, as well as a bucket to serve as a rudimentary lavatory. He wasn't partial to what he was forced to eat, but there was no room to be picky in this situation; the boy had every intention to make it out of the room alive.

Time continued to pass as Nate was still trapped in this room; he couldn't tell exactly how long it had been so far without any timepiece to look at, and he started to worry about whether there would be enough food for him to survive for as long as he needed to wait. The best thing for him to do, he decided, was to sit down at the corner of supplies, conserving his energy by staying still. A few more hours of inactivity had begun to leave him in a drowsing state, yet he snapped to instant attention as the door suddenly flew open, a familiar face greeting him from the other side.

"M-Manuelo?" Nate gasped. He wanted to be relieved to see a fellow scientist come to his aid, safe and sound, but the almost menacing grin worn by the man was steadily extinguishing that feeling.

"You shouldn't look so happy to see me." Manuelo began to reach into the pocket of his lab coat. "After all, I don't believe you had requested my presence."

The boy stood to his feet, but did not yet approach his assistant. "Manuelo, what happened? …Where is everyone? Where's F-00?"

The old assistant's expression grew cold, his eyes fixed on Nate as though he sought to pierce into him with his gaze. "That's none of your concern. Nobody will be able to save you now…" The young inventor didn't want to show it, but Manuelo's words were scaring him. Had the man's resentment of the boy finally grown past control?

By instinct, Nate bent his knees, to make a run for it, or perhaps to stop Manuelo before any harm could come, but abruptly halted when he saw what the assistant had retrieved from his pockets.

"As for your precious robot… It's just fine." Manuelo chuckled as he held F-00's ball, his laugh unsettlingly sinister. "In fact, I've made some, shall we say, improvements to it." Once he threw down the capsule to unleash the being within, Nate could feel his insides wrench; he could immediately see that something was terribly, terribly wrong.

He couldn't bear to look at what was standing before him; a chaotic mass of wires barely held together by the robot's metal casing, and in place of the calming emerald-green, a hue that the boy was so used to, an angry blood-red lit the robot's screens, displaying a horrid, twisted face that Nate couldn't even bear to look at. This was not the F-00 he knew, the kindred spirit he had shared so much of his love with… This robot's heart had been destroyed.

"W… What have you done to F-00?!" Nate demanded, as the distorted, shrill laughs of the robot began to assail his ears. Again, Manuelo chuckled ominously in response.

"I have righted the wrongs you have made, Professor Nate… No, you are not worthy of that title. You are just Nate to me now. What kind of professor completely abandons their work day after day, bringing this lab to bankruptcy, just so they can spend it playing with – or should I say, abusing – some tin man?" Nate remained silent; he couldn't even defend himself from the man's words. "Do not think I am unaware of what you have secretly been doing with that robot. Did you forget about the surveillance cameras? Such a foolish child you are…"

Nate repeatedly cursed himself in his mind, angry and humiliated at his short-sightedness. Things were just getting worse and worse, and he suddenly wished that he had left himself to starve to death when he was alone, just to be spared of this awful day.

Thrusting his arm, Manuelo pointed a finger directly at the boy. "It was entirely your fault, boy! It was your selfish and perverted actions that corrupted this robot, so I took the liberty of erasing its memory, and I re-programmed it so that it would listen to me!"

Lies, all lies… that was what Nate wanted to think, anger sparked at hearing those words. He couldn't believe that Manuelo had the audacity to say that he had corrupted F-00 with his love… not when he could plainly see the revolting atrocity that his assistant had made out of his robot.

Manuelo continued, keeping his finger aimed at Nate. "Now tell me… why did you delete the blueprints to the robot? Were you afraid I would learn the truth? Did you want to keep that single robot all to yourself?! Answer me, boy!"

"I… I…" He didn't want to admit it, but Manuelo had been correct on one account. After Nate had made the final changes to F-00, he had taken pains to erase any lingering data of the robot, ensuring that the robot would be one of a kind, completely unique. F-00 had made the perfect companion, and that was all that had mattered to him.

The lab's financial situation, the opportunity to revolutionize the world with his invention… that was all unimportant in the secluded, affection-laced world he had forged for the two of them. However, that world had now ceased to be, completely imploded upon itself as Nate looked at those red, emotionless eyes of the robot staring back at him.

"Hmph, it does not matter," Manuelo stated, after Nate had failed to respond. "I have learnt what I needed to know by re-programming that thing, and I will be able to build and sell all the robots required to give this lab the funding it deserves… and I will do it without your assistance!" Nate recoiled as his assistant's chuckles grew into resounding, maniacal laughter, and watched in horror as Manuelo dropped F-00's ball to the ground, and crushed it under the heel of his shoe with a single stomp. A group of metallic shards was all that remained, as the older man made his way to the door.

"You want to play with your robot now? I've switched its inferior battery with a much more powerful generator, so you can play with it all you want, and it will never run out of power… ever." Manuelo slowly uttered that final word, which echoed forebodingly in Nate's mind. Turning to the idle robot, the disgruntled assistant ordered, "F-00… teach that boy a lesson he'll never forget! Show your precious creator what you think of him now!" before he departed, locking the door behind him once more, with nowhere for the boy to run.

"Bzzzt… beep beep boop…" F-00 emitted only odd, foreign noises as it advanced towards Nate, taking long strides on its unnaturally stretched legs. Nate didn't know what to do; even as his robotic friend was, he couldn't bear the thought of hurting it, even if it was to save himself.

"F-00! Don't you recognize me? I built you, F-00, and I loved you!" Nate could only reason with the berserk robot, hoping that F-00, even in its current state, had held onto something from before, anything…

It was no good though; F-00 did not even acknowledge the boy's outcry as it lashed out an elongated arm, snaring Nate in thick wires as he was helplessly pulled closer. All Nate could do was scream as the robot swiped at him with a clamp hand, knocking the glasses off of his face. His vision now blurred, he attempted to squirm free of the loose bind F-00 had on him. With some effort, he finally managed to escape its hold, and he was barely able to recover his glasses before the robot gave chase again, quickly drawing close.

As Nate had his back to the wall, he realized there was only one hope to stop F-00 from its frenzied rampage: he had to turn its switch off. That would mean he would have to get behind it, and he could see that Manuelo had programmed the robot to move speedily… but he did not know if he had bothered to make its other reflexes as fast. This was his only chance; he ran towards the robot's rear and fortunately for him, it didn't react in time for Nate to throw the switch.

Nate's relief didn't even last a second. The switch was in the proper position, but the robot still moved, swiveling its head around to show its face to the boy, the deranged face that filled him with disgust… as well as sorrow and anguish. Again, F-00 flung an arm to Nate, this time catching the belt of his pants. It strongly tugged at the garment, trying to bring its prey up close. It took the boy all of his might to resist capture, pulling away before the robot's grip suddenly loosened; Nate's pants had been torn off, caught in F-00's clamp, but he was safe from the robot's grasp.

"Beep… bloop bzzt bloop…" Tossing the pants aside, the robot immediately used its other arm to grab at the boy again, this time catching Nate's underwear in its metallic hand, starting to tug. Once again, F-00 had only succeeded in removing the boy's clothing, and Nate's lower regions were completely exposed, though considering that he was faced with a destructive robot out of control, his state of undress was the least of his concerns.

The boy was running out of stamina, and he could only stand half-naked in terror as he awaited the robot's onslaught… but it did not immediately come. Instead, F-00 bent its robotic head down, inspecting the area it had just uncovered.

"N… NATE… NATE?"

The boy didn't move as wondered if he had heard correctly. F-00's former memories had been removed without a trace, he was told… yet in saying his name now, it had defied all form of scientific logic. Was it possible that some part of F-00's old self still lingered? What could have possibly awakened that remaining facet? The answer revealed itself to Nate as soon as the robot poked at his flaccid penis, doing so in an unexpectedly gentle motion.

The robot had somehow retained something, and it had to do with the special relationship they bore.

Nate relaxed a little, but it was too soon to let his guard down just yet. He suddenly felt both of F-00's arms wrap around his waist, lifting him helpless in the air, before lowering the boy down to have his unprepared bare entrance suddenly impaled by something long and rigid, making him scream in shock and pain.

"N… NATE… NA- Bzzt beep beep bzzzt!..." F-00 had spoke his name a second time, but Nate was only able to register the sting of the sudden intrusion in his anus, the robot's heat of its overdriven motor adding to the searing sensation that tore at the walls of his rectum. Nate continued to scream as F-00 pushed its artificial phallus in further; its frenzied instincts overriding whatever deep-seated compassion it held for the inventor.

Thrusting relentlessly, Nate was bobbed up and down by the robot, his lab coat bouncing in unison… with an odd weight in one of its pockets; he had almost forgotten about that. Enduring the intense pain, the boy pulled the Poke Ball out and threw it to the ground, his vision shaking due to the motions of penetration. The ball opened, summoning a crystalline being that resembled a giant snowflake.

"C-Cryogonal…" Through his squinted eyes, Nate regarded the icy Pokemon, but its pale blue eyes could only stare back without emotion, levitating in the air. Even as the hot metal started to burn the boy's sensitive flesh, he was able to give his command.

"Cryogonal… Blizzard!"

With nothing to do but wait, Nate closed his eyes, and in just a moment he could feel the cooling relief of the frigid blast hitting both himself and F-00, as a layer of ice began to form around them, encasing the boy and the robot together.

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I had feared for my life when my assistant betrayed me, trapping me alone with F-00 gone berserk. Had he not ordered it to attack me, perhaps I would have been able to consider his stern, yet telling words. Had I been in the wrong the entire time? Or was he simply over-reacting? One doesn't have time to think about such matters in the face of danger.

Somehow, F-00 had remembered my name and more… Even though the way in which it had effectively raped me was a far cry from the very first time we had shared ourselves with one another, I cannot help but think… As far as I could remember, it had only revealed its robotic genitals once it had seen my own; I could only guess that it also somehow remembered what I had said about those parts.

It was all too fortunate that I was able to contain F-00 with the help of Cryogonal; though if I had thought to use my Pokemon sooner, I would not have been caught in the attack myself. I didn't even know at the time if I would survive being frozen solid, but if I could keep F-00 from causing further harm, I was willing to take that risk.

As the cold was lulling me into a deep sleep, I wondered if I would be able to repair F-00, to make things the way they used to be, the way they were supposed to be.

I could only hope that upon my wake, the nightmare would be over…