DoomPet

Chapter 1

The DoomSlayer was lying on his bed, wrapped under a sheet. His thoughts echoed around his head, making his ears ring and eyes water. His chest felt hollow and empty.

He was lonely, painfully lonely.

With a sudden movement he sat up in the inky blackness of his room, wiping away at his red puffy eyes. He flopped back down with a loud groan and grabbed his helmet off the pillow next to him, caressing the side of it.

It didn't help, the cold metal never helped. He shoved the helmet off the bed and rolled over, twisting himself further into the sheets. A walk might help. After all, it wasn't like he was going to be able to sleep anytime soon.

He sat up again and grabbed his helmet off the floor, putting it on his head. Standing, his fingers carefully caressed the covers of his bed and its metal frame, guiding him through the darkness. He reached out and took a few steps into the darkness, leaving behind the comfort of his bed and wrapped his large scarred hands around a door knob. He opened the door and walked out into the dim red light of his workshop, he ignored his armor all splayed out on his desk. He'd fix that later, he couldn't bear to do anything now.

He glanced up at the lights, he hated them. Yesterday, the Khan Maykr herself infiltrated his base and ruined his power supply, luckily he was able to use the demonic crucible to keep the fortress running.

That wasn't even the worst thing she had done. She had summoned twenty or so demons into his base, his home. He hoped Vega had cleaned up the blood on the floors. He didn't want to see any more blood right now. Sighing at the thought as he waited for the doors of the fortress to open with a loud click.

Vega's voice suddenly chimed down from the ceiling. "What seems to be wrong? I have done three checks of the fortress. There are no enemies. You are safe."

The Slayer simply stared up at the ceiling, there was no use in hiding anything from Vega. He slowly sat down in the hallway with his back against the wall. He shrugged and turned away from the sound of Vega's voice.

"Slayer look at me. Please?" Vega's voice had a worried tone to it. Of course it did, he was always worrying and doting on the Slayer so that wasn't surprising.

He grumbled something and looked back up at the speaker in the ceiling, shooting it a death glare through the unbreakable dark glass of his visor.

"You haven't slept a wink in two days and you haven't eaten any meals in three days. Something is wrong with you. Something is bothering you. What is it?"

Slayer shook his head, angry at himself, and slouched over, pulling his knees towards him and wrapping his burly arms around them. His figure let out a shaky breath as tears dripped onto the inside of his visor. His voice was raspy and weak, it sounded more ghost than man, "lonely."

Vega sighed and activated a cleaning bot. It slowly drove over to the Sayer and bumped into his leg. "I'm here for you."

He looked down at the bot and scooped it up into his arms. A sudden rush of joy filled his hollow chest. He let out a whimper as he hugged it. Gently, he petted its sensors as if it were a small frightened animal.

Vega watched from above, feeling pity for the Slayer. This man could take on armies of hell, but he couldn't find the strength to eat. Suddenly an absolutely wonderful idea came to the AI. He took control of the cleaning bot and made it scurry off the man's lap.

The Slayer tried to hold onto the little circular machine, desperate to stay near the extension of Vega, but he gave in and stood up, following the bot as it slowly drove back into his bedroom. It entered the room, lighting up the darkness. The man could see his bed and the two nightstands on either side of it. The bot led him into his attached bathroom. It was nearly nauseatingly bright, he assumed Vega must have seen his discomfort because next thing he knew the lights were dimmed down low. He looked around at the tub and the nice tinted glass shower. He had a nice big sink and a toilet tucked away behind a little privacy wall that rose up to his hips. A variety of soaps and bottles of good smelling hair supplies he had found on earth lined the sides of his tub.