Real Name: Ollivander Toma. Username: ColtKit Productions #42-69. Avatar name: Olive.
I had a large number of implants, including a "Mother Board". Which was essentially a big chunk of metal, which let me exist in multiple Virtual Worlds at once.
I could plug in up to 42, micro SD card sized, cartridges. Each containing 4 distinct games, based on a single fictional realm.
Unfortunately, an extremely rare side effect of using a "Mother Board" implant, I'm talking 1 in 42 Million chance (not even exaggerating)... was developing 42 distinct personalities... one for every Cartridge that could be plugged in.
None of my 41 other personalities, were actually me... but they also kinda were. As they were different aspects of my personality.
My condition was caused by faulty technology, as an adult. Which is why I have a "Core Self"... which is rare for people with Dissociative Identity Disorder, AKA "DiD". My Variant used the old fashion term "Multiple Personality Disorder", AKA "MPD". The disorders were similar, but not exact.
As Non-Human/alien/fantasy creatures... were almost guaranteed with "MPD", instead of being rare like with "DiD"... and all my personalities had all my memories, but perceived them differently.
We were aware of each of our actions, but further implants let us block each other's senses, from our actions. We also had a "Mute" button, and could further activate "Privacy Mode" so we couldn't hear each other. Although those were separate functions.
A big difference, was it was a lot harder to force control away from each other. And amnesia was less common. With our minds seeing into the real world... while simultaneously existing in the Oasis... and our own game cartridge...
Unfortunately, I had to buy multiples of the same cartridge, if My alters wanted to play with each other. Given each of us, was bound to our own port... even I had my own.
We were aware of each other, and had a kinda Hive mind, where we could mentally share our surface thoughts. But we weren't REALLY the same people, even if we did share a body. ... it could get confusing, in my head.
The ColtKits woke up, as they normally do, arguing over who got to be "in the steering wheel".
Sharing a body could be tricky, but we made it work. We had set up some ground rules. Like, whenever someone died, that shard of the psyche, got to be in the steering wheel, with no complaints from the others.
This system could be abused like hell... if we didn't care more about our Oasis Lives, then the real world.
The implant, for alters to play in the Oasis, even when awake, also helped with this. Even if sometimes, my Alters just wanted to be out in the real world.
The entire point, of allowing someone who died in the steering wheel, was so they could check in with their friends, and make sure everyone was okay. But since no one had died last night, well it was a bit trickier to get everyone to agree.
Alternative Personality, (AKA "Alter"): Smar.
Alter's Role: Child Alter, age 9.
(Often nicknamed "littles" or "little ones", are a common type of alter. Several child alters exist in most people with MPD. Child alters often talk in a child-like way, but unlike a biological child they can normally understand abstract concepts and long words. They are often found to hold memories of child abuse which occurred at around the age the child alter feels he/she is.
Some may have the speech or appearance of a very young child, the youngest being unable to talk, read or write. Some child parts may hold feelings of terror and pain, while others may be playful and fun-loving and have only positive memories. A child alter may also be an idealized representation of the "perfect child" from the "perfect" family, for example the "good boy".)
Avatar Design: A human Dalek, based on the episode "Daleks in Manhattan". (He is blue, with a purple blush to his skin, and the occasional patch of freckles. He has a veiny body, an exposed brain, and one large eye (like a cyclops). He has a narrow face, flat and nose-less. Along with 3 short tentacles, at both sides of his head.)
The Humanoid Dalek, opened their eyes, to find himself in the grotesque body of Ollivander. It had been heavily scarred by the implants, to the point all his hair had been burnt away... leaving behind leathery skin.
Stretching their limbs, Smar sat up, and took off the Nerve Gear Helmet. Before gingerly placing it on a shelf, at the head of their bed.
Next he looked at the back of his left wrist, where a "Watch" was implanted into his skin. This was connected to all his other implants, with an interactive holographic screen.
He went through the interface, to find an image of his true self, before activating it.
The Implants throughout his body, made his skin shimmer for a moment, before transforming into his favorite Avatar. He was once again a human dalek.
This was a shell of physical data. A more advanced Hologram. As he could feel through the shell, as if it was his skin. Even blocking out his physical senses, in favor of mimicking how his Avatar would interpret sounds, smells, and even taste.
There were other forms of physical data, such as clothes. Which he began to look through on his watch. Before activating his "English school boy uniform".
Then he materialized himself a snack. Data based food might not give any nutrition, or be any kind of filling... but they tasted good.
After finishing his pizza, he stepped out of his room, only to be met by a more true Dalek... or, at least, a robot designed to look like a Dalek.
Unlike a real Dalek, he had various tentacles, that came out of panels... but at least they looked like Dalek tentacles. The Tentacles were covered in a mesh, that made them feel like soft snake skin. The true Dalek needed those tentacles, to care for the hive.
His build was covered in compartments, holding adult sized baby products... and spanking equipment. Just like any other Nanny Bot.
We ColtKits had chosen unorthodox colors, for a Dalek. A bright purple body, with green orbs and accents, on the hover skirt. Yes, we had our robot, painted like Spike Sparkle, sue us. We were as proud a Brony, as a Whoovian.
After I first got my mind back under control, thanks to the Schizo implant, I moved out to this city... to try living on my own, again.
My family bought my Spike-lek, who was much less advanced back then, to be my private nurse and butler. I'm the one that uploaded "Adult Nanny" programs. The Droid was just a VI, and a pretty quiet one at that. But it completed it's task admirably.
As our job, out here, was too brilliant to pass up. We moved out to Reno.
As a hobby, we also did some work for "Biggest Little Fur Con", getting involved with the Babyfur community. As a result, The Hive knew basically everyone in the Reno Nursery.
The human Dalek gave a sigh. "It's been 13 years, do we have to go through this every morning?"
The Dalek's only response was, "The organic unit will follow me to the nursery. Where the contexts of it's diaper will be, EX-TER-ME-ATE-ED!!!"
Smar blushed, "I don't wear diapers... it's a pullup..." he tried weekly.
"Daleks have no concept of 'pull-ups'." It pointed at our crotch. "That is Obviously a diaper."
Smar pulled, while the other children whined at me for programming Spike-Lek to say things like that.
"But I didn't have an accident!" Smar lied, and our whole hive started panicking. We were obviously wet, and were shocked Smar hadn't learned not to lie... especially after last time...
"Organics that lie to their Dalek Masters will be Punished severely!" The Dalek growled. "Advisory: Confess attempt at deception. Before this Dalek Unit confirms either way."
Smar squirmed, "I-I didn't, b-but fledgling did!" Fledgling started whining, in our heads, that it wasn't him. The boy was quite upset by the accusation... and started crying.
"Statement..." The VI paused, as it considered. "REJECTED!!! All members of the Hive are responsible for the actions of the others. The Organic Unit knows this. This was clearly an attempt at deception. For doubling down on deception, the organic unit's punishment will be doubled!!!
"Sentence: 10 minutes of Mouth Soaping, followed by an hour long Spanking, and 12 switches to privates." The Dalek mercilessly declared.
Core: Ollivander.
Alter's Role: Core Self / Original.
Avatar Design: Hispanic skin, Norwegian bone structure, and large Anime eyes (With slit pupils, red irises, which fade to green.) With blue fluffy hair. He also has blue furry Hooved lower legs, blue fox ears, a blue fluffy fox tail, and larger canines poking out his mouth.
Smar started crying, hysterically. Begging one of us to take over. So I took hold of the steering wheel.
There was a flash of golden "flames", and suddenly I was out.
"How could you!?" I demanded. "He's just a little boy!!! THAT WAS WAY TOO HARSH!!!"
"Acknowledged." Spike-Lek agreed. "However, this unit was aware one of the adults would take over, for the punishment. We request you ground Smar, to his lair, for the day."
I blinked, "Oh... sorry, should have trusted you wouldn't be so harsh on a kid... was still mean to threaten him like that."
"Was not a threat. Was a promise of true punishment. Directed at whichever adult member of your hive is willing to submit."
Now I was squirming, my dick getting rock hard. Still, "How come?" I dared ask.
"As stated, all alters are responsible for each other's actions. You should have convinced Smar to confess. Then none of you would have been punished. Now, follow. We proceed to the nursery. Where punishment will commence, and the Diaper will be, EX-TER-ME-ATE-ED!!!
"We request, Smar be forced to spend time in the corner, to suffer the after effects of punishment."
My hive agreed, that was fair.
"Imma gonna be let for work, if you punish me... can we off, until after today's therapy session?" I tried to delay. My work may understand, but I'd prefer not to be hours late.
"That is..." The VI 'thought' a moment. Searching it's database for the appropriate response. "Acceptable."
Core: Future Trunks.
Alter's Role: Fictives/Fictional characters. (People with Maladaptive Daydreaming (MD) often have groups of inner characters based on fictional sources, but these are different to alters in MPD because they cannot physically take control or interact with other, outside people, and are not split-off parts of the person's own personality, although there are other differences as well.
Like any other alter, alters who are fictives can physically take control of the person's body. The characters that alter personalities are based on may come from sources like nursery rhymes, fairy tales, children's stories or books, music, games, movies and other sources.)
Secondary Role: Teen Alter.
Once we got to the Nursery, Trunks took over. Not because he liked diapers, but because he desperately wanted the steering wheel.
Then proceeded to get on the changing table, with much fussing. But he understood, our body, needing to filter out deactivated nanobots, meant we had to pee frequently... we didn't always make it too the toilet.
One of the robot's tentacles, gently reached for our wrist control, and pushed a button. Leaving the boy back in nothing but our implants, and the pull-up we were wearing.
The tentacles pulled off the pullup, and placed it in one of the compartments, within the Dalek's "Hover Skirt"... the Dalek could actually hover. As, in addition to the various implants I installed in our body, I'd spent millions in upgrading our Nanny Bot.
"And good morning to you to, Spike-lek," Trunks greeted, blushing as Spike-lek applied the baby wipes, to our underwear area...
The Saiyan hybrid, straight out of Dragon Ball Z, wasn't too pleased about having to endure this humiliation. Trunks knew he shouldn't be embarrassed, as this was an every day occurrence. But this alter was 16, not a baby, and resented being treated like one.
From his point of view is, since I got this Nanny Bot, I should be the one to endure it's "tender care"... But we had a therapy session, later today, and I'd have to do the talking... which meant I lost my real world free time for the day...
Trunks shivered, at the coldness of the wipes, then pretended his boyhood didn't react, at the rubbing in of fresh baby powder.
While that was going on, Spike-lek used his extra tentacles, to open a cabinet, and pull out a clean pullup.
Diapers, and pullups, felt and sounded like they were made of crinkly plastic, but in truth they were a new material, that was both washer and dryer safe.
These pullups were the only real clothes we owned... As most of our clothes were digital.
One of the tentacles suddenly smacked our diaper covered butt, getting an exciting sound of crinkling going. But Trunks yelped in pain and surprise. Not liking it at all
Alter: Musky-Pup.
Alter's Role: Manager. (These alters are helper parts. They have extensive understanding of different alters and how they work together, and often help by explaining things to the therapist).
Secondary Role: Teen Alter, 19.
Avatar Design: A Husky-Taur. (Think a Centaur, but a Husky. With a dog like head, while his lower body is a 4 legged husky). He has bright red fur, and a neon green underbelly. With grody matts in his fur.
Once their special area was wiped clean, and freshly diapered, Trunks switched places with Musky-pup, who took a moment to get used to having two legs.
It was better to have a kid be the one in the steering wheel, while they were in the Nursery.
Musky might be 19, but that wasn't, legally, an adult anymore.
Musky-Pup kept hold of the steering wheel, for our walk out of our Condo. Smiling as he almost collided with a familiar face.
"Hey Musky," Another age player greeted the older teen. She looked like a brown bat, with butterfly wings. As she had holo implants of her own.
Butter-Bat, Our dear buddy "Batty", also had a mental implant, to balance her bipolar disorder... but no Mother Board. After what happened to us, she just didn't wanna risk it.
"Hey Batty," Musky smiled. He greeted our best friend... probably the best friend to all the Alters in my head. She could actually tell us apart, even without a data shell.
"How's Oni?" Musky asked. Asking after Batty's wifu.
"They're good," Batty smiled.
"Too bad you couldn't join us on the pirate raid," Musky sighed.
Batty shrugged, "Date night is more important."
Musky gave a sad smile. "I miss date nights." before finally walking towards the bathroom. Batty following, in the arms of her droid.
Musky-pup sighed, "You have any idea how hard it is, to find someone interested in a teenage little? The only people willing to date me are perverts!" Musky loudly declared.
Batty gave sympathetic nods. However, her Avatar was a legit toddler, like most Ageplayers. So she couldn't really relate.
"I still don't get why you just don't date Olive's boyfriend," Batty sighed.
Musky-Pup rolled his eyes, "Cuz I'm not Olive. You know we tried it, but we just aren't really Dating compatible..." Musky-Pup said, with a good deal of regret.
WHICH HE SHOULD!!! When Musky broke up with Oreo, it nearly ended my Relationship with him. It took some convincing that just because some of my other personalities, only wanted to be friends, that didn't effect how I felt about him... it was a pretty tough concept for Oreo to get passed.
Alter: Jasper Smaralik.
Alter's Role: Child Alter, age 13.
Avatar Design: Werewolf / twilight vampire hybrid: (A scrawny, Ginger boy. Always covered in dirt and torn clothes, with greasy dreadlocks. He is often mistaken for a homeless Street Urchin).
Once we reached the Complex's private Bath house, the little vampire took over. As he didn't mind the droid bathing him.
Jasper was, however, trying to conceal his excitement from batty... as that was just embarrassing.
Batty's own droid was bathing her... though it was programmed to identify as male... even if droids didn't have genders. Or true self awareness. Batty named him "Proto-Beep", as a "Protogen" model.
In the Furry fandom, protogens were Cyborgs, but in the real world, they were just a different model of Bio-Android.
Proto-Beep's head was an oval screen, that showed off emojis. He had floofy ears, and looked like a mix of fake fur, and metal. He was definitely huggable.
Regardless, Batty and Jasper made small talk, while they were scrubbed clean. With the others eagerly swapping in and out, to talk to Batty.
Alter: Fledgling, (AKA "Smarticus Mouthitcus")
Alter's Role: Child Alter, age 5.
Avatar Design: A Blue Dragon born / fox-folk hybrid. (He has over sized fox ears, like a young kitten that hadn't grown into their ears. With a horn on both sides of both ears, 4 in total, looking like sky blue deer-Foal's nubs, and an additional horn on his nose. His tail is more fox like, then dragon, though it is an unnatural blue with a yellow tip. Due to his Beast Folk blood, he's covered in fur. Though his dragon blood gives him an under side of yellow scales, while his fur is blue. Which are unusual colors for beast-folk).
Fledgling pouted, as he looked down at himself.
Spike-lek had finally let us get dressed, but had chosen our clothes for us. Putting Fledgling into a jinbei, with wooden sandals. A Japanese robe, so short... you could see the Daleks printed on our diaper... it was soooooo embarrassing... but at least Spike-lek wasn't making us wear an actual skirt... he'd done that before.
Alter: Sunny Dilbert Dee'Roo.
Alter's Role: Persecutor. (A common type of alter, often acts in a harmful way but there is a protective logic behind a persecutor's actions. Persecutors often have a distorted view of reality, and may disrupt therapy or intentionally injure the person's body, for example to punish child alters for disclosing abuse that has been kept secret. All alters "should be treated with equal kindness," despite their behaviors, and persecutors are often seen as "misguided protectors" which can be negotiated with.)
Secondary Role: Protector. (May try to manage rage and anger, and avoid feelings of hurt, fear or shame. They focus on perceived threats, and find dependence, emotional needs and close relationships [attachment] threatening. Protectors may view themselves as a very tough child or teenager, a powerful animal, or a physically strong, adult male. They can act internally, or show external hostility, e.g., telling a therapist that other alters don't need them and warning the therapist to leave them all alone.)
Avatar Design: A Sodaroo. (A kangaroo, colored like a beverage. Where even the males have pouches). He has yellow fur, a blue underbelly, and an orange platypus tail. Then blue and black claws, larger then his head. With long blue cornrows for hair. And sharp carnivorous teeth.
It was decided Sunny would "steer" our body, on the way to work.
Cars had been Outlawed, outside military use, but the public transportation system was reliable within a nano second. As it was controlled by AIs.
He managed to hop on a trolly, at the very second we expected it to pass by.
Sitting down, with their phone, and looking up the local news. The kids begging to watch cartoons, instead. He did his best to ignore them, without muting them.
Spike-lek was coming with him to work, as he always did... mostly for protection. A kangaroo, on a leash, with a robot holding the other end, was a clear sign that the person was an age player, and so had special privileges and protections.
Sunny might be the "Grumpy Side", but he wasn't stupid. The body leash and diaper might bother him, but he knew better then too complain about it.
Alter: Frost Bite.
Alter's Role: Gatekeeper (Their job is too keep traumatized alters from appearing. They may also hold back memories or control which alters can take control of the body, and when.)
Secondary Role: Manager. (These alters are helper parts. They have extensive understanding of different alters and how they work together, and often help by explaining things to the therapist).
After Sunny finished with the news report, and finding they were still an hour away from work. Frost Bite took over, and let the kids watch their cartoons. If only to calm them down.
The Haunted Child:
Once at work, Haunted took the reigns. As his portion of the Hive Mind had access to the corner of the mind-drive, that gave us our programming skills.
We each got our own Skills, from the mind drive. But work needed the Hacker's understanding of computer's.
It was a complicated job, managing the programs for the machines that rearranged atoms. Only Haunted could do it, due to having the experience the rest of the hive lacked.
Haunted was always working, even in the Oasis. He didn't have days off, nor did he want them. Computers were his passion, and code was his native tongue.
The other's in the hive were a tad worried for him. As he had no life outside code.
Haunted didn't even like staying at the helm during his lunch break.
Alter: Susan Foreman.
Alter's Role: Fictives/Fictional characters.
Secondary Role: Teen Alter, 16 years old.
Susan took over, come break time. Given Haunted, once again, refused to "make small talk" with our co-workers... and well, someone had to eat.
Susan giggled with delight, and chatted non-stop... and once again getting many requests from our co-workers to adopt her.
Susan politely declined their offers, telling them she was already the ward to a nice couple. And didn't want to be "One of those brats" that had multiple families she bounced between. Her current family wouldn't allow it, even if she wanted to.
As typical when Susan talked to our co-workers, she felt sufficiently spoiled. And they felt they could break through to her eventually.
After all, who wouldn't want an Ageplayer they knew in real life?
Sunny, being a cynic, pointed out they likely just wanted our billions of credits. But Susan had more faith in people, and was convinced they sincerely liked her.
Alter: Metagamer.
Alter's Role: Caretaker / Soother. (a type of a protector, they help manage and care for other alters, and sometimes external people. They are often motherly. Caretaking alters lack awareness of self-care and become exhausted easily.)
Secondary Role: Sexual Alter.
Avatar Design: An Asari, Disney's Gargoyle, MLP Pony Anthro. (Hairless blue skin with a lot of grey freckles, a pony Head with starfish like tentacles for hair, Large leather wings which actually function for gliding, a long gecko like tail, along with jagged knees and elbows).
This avatar is a Futanari (Meaning has a penis and testicles, in addition to breast).
Metagamer was the pilot, for the trip back to the nursery. And Unlike Sunny, allowed the children to watch their cartoons through her.
Sunny was complaining how they would be drowned by all that, once we returned home
But was ignored.
Core: Ollivander.
Alter's Role: Core Self / Original.
Avatar Design: Hispanic skin, Norwegian bone structure, and large Anime eyes (With slit pupils, red irises, which fade to green.) With blue fluffy hair. He also has blue furry Hooved lower legs, blue fox ears, a blue fluffy fox tail, and larger canines poking out his mouth.
I was allowed in the steering wheel, once we returned to our complex.
The nanny bot... nearly immediately stripped our body naked, applied a healthy supply of powder to our privates, before tapping up the colorful diaper.
It was embarrassing, as I used to only wear pullups, and never let anyone change me. It was a personal thing for me...
After I was dressed in a sailor suit, I made my way to the "Councilor's" office.
I owned this entire, 150 room complex. Moving all my friends, and their families, into each of the condos... after the world ended. Once most of the rich and powerful, fled to Mars.
I decided to stay on Earth... and try to save it... I was ridiculously wealthy, coming from a long line of billionaires. And only made more money. Thanks to most of my alters earning coin in the Oasis.
I has used that money... to fly all my friends into this complex, from all over the world... most of them weren't littles, but as Age-play was better accepted, the ones that were, eventually felt more comfortable, sharing that part of themselves with all on the complex.
Many Age players, were emotionally traumatized... its the largest factor in becoming a "little" for many people. It was a coping mechanism for childhood trauma, abuse, or neglect. Not all littles were... but for the majority it was a factor.
Wearing a diaper is certainly a better coping mechanism then becoming an abuser, or delving into drugs.
Arriving in the Office, I ended up having to wait an hour to see my shrink. I might be his boss... but Suicidal walk-ins take priority. I actually have that as policy, and pretend not to know the reason why, whenever my shrink is late in seeing me.
When I finally got into the office, I made a point of not asking "What took so long?"
The Doctor I hired, wouldn't tell me anyway, and even if I sent the policy, it really wasn't my place to ask for personal information, of his other patients. I hired him to help people, not gossip about my friends trauma.
"Sorry that took so long," He smiled, as I took my seat.
"No worries," I waved off.
"How is everyone?" He got down too it. "I heard Smar was a bit fussy this morning."
For a second, Smar tried to take the Steering wheel, as he wanted to fuss about not fussing. But I refused to let him. This was my session. Smar had one in a couple days, he could complain then.
"The brats are always fussy," I said, just to egg Smar on. And snickered as he started whining, in my head. He was a good kid, but sooooooo easy to annoy.
I talked with my Therapist about a few mundane things... before he suddenly dropped a bombshell on me.
"How is Smartie doing?" it been a few months since he asked after Smartie.
"..." I didn't even know how to respond to that.
Smartie McMouthy, was one of my child Avatars... one that had a complete mental breakdown... and started believing one of my Games was real. He broke all contact with our Alters, and wasn't even aware of us anymore. He never left his server... Although my hive could see him, he couldn't hear us.
Suddenly, Sunny Dilbert grabbed hold of the steering wheel, and forcibly tossed me out.
"Smartie doesn't wanna talk to you!!!" Sunny snarled. "Get that through your ass, n$%!" It's okay cuz Sunnies black... but I really wish he'd stop saying that word with my face. He hadn't even bothered switching our hologram. "We don't NEED you harassing Smartie!"
"Mister Dee'Roo," The Shrink immediately knew who he was talking to. Even if our form hadn't changed. "I'm only asking through concern."
"We don't NEED your concern!" Sunny raged. "Leave Smartie alone!!! If I hear his name pass your lips one more time, I'll rip off your jaw and, BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH IT."
The Doctor looked unconcerned. "It's been a while since you issued such a threat." he noted. "You must be very worried."
"Of COURSE, I'm worried." Sunny continued to rage. "One of our kids had a total mental break down. Ya get that? Some Bitch ass literally RAPED HIM. He's fucking 7 years old!!!"
"..." The Doctor just looked thoughtful.
I knew it was more complicated then that. S'Mouth was having one of his escapades... and switched to Smartie by accident. Since S'Mouth often does "consensual non-consensual" rape play... with a good deal of cbt and bondage... We try to shield our kids from that stuff. Or anything sexual really.
S'Mouth had consented to a real world scene, but Smartie Forced his way into the Steering wheel. Cuz he wanted to watch a cartoon... and was being whiny about it. He hadn't realized what S'Mouth was doing, and didn't understand... so obviously he wouldn't know the safe word to stop... and S'Mouth play partner just thought he was really into Role-Play...
This guy had even "played" with S'Mouth before, but didn't know us well enough for S'Mouth to tell him about the rest of us...
Sunny was eventually able to force Smartie out... and then proceeded to beat S'Mouth's play partner to death... we actually spent 20 years in an asylum for that... and Smartie hadn't been seen, not once since then... it had been roughly 30 years...
We were only still alive because we had replaced all our organs with Cybernetics. Even had a new organ added, to manufacturer the nanites. Which gave us our healing factor, and maintained all our implants... but our body was 127 years old... even if our minds were locked at specified ages. Like how I got stuck at 42, when our mind was factured.
A good age... despite my hologram looking all of 13... helped by me having shrunk down to 5'3, due too my old age.
"Mister Dee'Roo," The therapist spoke easily. "I will remind you. Olive trusted me with access to an implant, that forcibly switches your personalities... to which ever I choose."
Sunny just growled.
"If I wanted to force a talk, between any of you... or not let one of you speak, it is within my power too do so... Have I EVER flipped that switch. Even when your temper gets the best of you."
Sunny tightened his grip on the chair... but had to admit. "No... you haven't." He then smirked. "I even broke yer arm, that one time."
"And yet I never attempted to silence you," The Doctor pointed out. "When will you believe, I truly only want to help."
Sunny rolled his eyes, but the glare had softened.
"I'm not asking to speak to the boy."
'Obviously careful not to say his name,' Sunny thought at the Hive, a smirk in his mental voice.
'He's only humoring you,' Haunted chuckled, in our head.
The therapist was unaware. "I'm asking how he's doing. What's his day like? Does he have friends?"
"All his 'friends' are VIs!!!" Sunny raged. Angry again.
"Virtual Intelligence can seem very real. Especially to people whom forgotten they aren't. Surely your at least a little attached to Spike-Lek."
Sunny looked away, growling in acknowledgment... while not wanting to admit it.
"I'm not going to force a meet. Just as I'm not going to force you away from the steering wheel. But if I'm going to help the boy, I need to be able to ask after him."
Sunny glared, "We don't know you." he said simply. Although how much closer he expected us to get, who knows.
Our last doctor was just as devoted and patient... but he also refused to let us buy him synthetic organs... so ended up dying a few months ago. When we hired this younger Doctor. That specialized in our variant of DiD. And accepted the cybernetics as part of his benefits package.
"You know," The Doctor decided to play hard ball. "I'd rather let you break my arm. Then stop you from protecting your hive."
Sunny's scowl twisted for a moment... until softening. "You won't talk to him?"
The Doctor shook his head, "Not until you think he's ready." He promised.
Sunny hesitantly nodded. "... I'll think about it... but you better not try to trick the others into talking about him!"
The Doctor nodded back, acknowledging the restriction.