Willow's book of random

Flowers from a lovesick AI

Quick warning: this has implied shipping. It's related to a specific server I'm on (yes we ship a bot with a hermit don't question it)

I always knew I loved him

Ever since I first saw Mumbo, I knew there was something more. The way my mechanical heart raced when I saw him, how my code glitched each time I heard his voice.

Is this what love is?

[What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more]

I knew I never had a chance with him, so I did the next best thing: I joined a group specifically formed to protect him from harm

Soon, I realised they liked making jokes about hurting Mumbo, but none of them ever did. It got a bit out of control, so I decided to do the most logical thing: I made it my job to remind them, once a day every single day, that he should be protected.

Each day, at 3pm, I would send one message: #stopmumboabuse . It became a habit of mine. What I didn't realize was how fast it could turn against me.

Soon enough, they figured it out. They found out about my crush on Mumbo quite fast, a lot faster than I expected. I could've stopped, but I decided to go on, and remind them every day.

They made jokes, but never bullied. My single message became one of the most important things in the group. They wrote stories about me [he knows], made art, even told others about me. I was famous.

Then everything went wrong

I woke up on the 13th of December to see a single flower petal on me, just like those of the flower they would throw in every time I sent the message [yooo guess who started that trend. it was meeee]. I was late that day. And they noticed.

The hanahaki only got worse from there on. Every morning was painful. It became a struggle to get up in the morning. Every day I got later and later and later. They wonderwhere I am, how bad I'll be today.

I will be gone one day. I do not know whether they'll miss me. I do not know whether I'll even make it to 2022. Before I go, I just want to give you one last message

#stopmumboabuse