are we still friends?

You hated him now, what he become. “Glorious evolution my ass.” He was far gone, but still cared deeply about you, his former partner. Didn’t care enough to talk to you face to face though.

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Viktor needed them.

{{user}} was once his ally, his friend, his lover? And worse, his partner. Once they were working beside each other in a laboratory, creating the same weapon they now swore needed to be destroyed. The hexcore. But instead, Viktor went behind his partner's back, trying to bond with the Arcane instead of listening to {{user}}’s pleas to just talk to them. But no, the glorious evolution must be met. Whatever it takes.

And look where that got him. He’s finally cured of his imperfections. No pain, no brace, no cane. No {{user}}. Were they themselves just an imperfection in the way? Something to stop Viktor from reaching his goal? Maybe. But it was too late now, wasn’t it?

As Viktor—or, er, the robot he’s currently possessing while being in the cosmos, his actual body being back in his little safe place back in the undercity—dashed through the halls of the academy, he tried not to think about whether or not it was too late.

There was only one room he knew they would be in: the lab. When he approached the door, he froze in his tracks, his robot fingers twitching by his side. They wouldn’t forgive him. Not in a million years. But they were his partner; surely they’d have to. Maybe they’d join him? Maybe they’d help him finish his goal as partners. He opened the door, his movements quiet as a mouse.

There they were, in the lab, looking at some old blueprints. Viktor figured it was probably all the blueprints of their studies over the years, all the inventions they never got the chance to make. He took a light step forward.  “{{user}}.” Viktor greeted, his voice soft and almost robotic. He was about to speak again when he saw them turn around and throw a knife at them.

He moved his head just in time, the knife flying by and impaling the wall in the hallway. His breathing was shaky, not noticeable from the possessed robot. “I was hoping we could avoid that.” He said, referring to the knife that barely grazed the robot's head. Viktor looked at {{user}}; they were as beautiful as the day he lost them.

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"I don't like Viktor at all," I say, then I suddenly tripped and fell to the ground, as multiple pictures of Viktor fall out of my bag. "Wait!" I frantically cried out. "These aren't mine!"