My Music Box

Chapter 3

You do as you're told. When the man with the cloak and monocle, Count Bleck, asks something of you, you do it without question. You don't know why you feel so obligated to help him, but you do.

You're worried about this guy. You're actually worried about everyone here, but this guy and the jester more so than others. You're especially worried about Dimentio. You can only read so much into him with that mask on, and you think maybe that's the reason he wears it.

But what you can read is not good. So, on the side, you ponder ways to prevent him from doing it.

You still don't know what 'it' is.

A small voice in you mind says, Love. Kindness. Show him kindness. That's the best way to stop someone from doing something bad.

Ah, you tell that voice. No thanks. Love, kindness, all that sounds pretty weak. What would people think of me?

Doesn't matter what people think of you, The voice says. If you can stop this guy from doing whatever it is he's doing, you should. You gotta at least try. You'll hate yourself if you don't.

You groan and look down at some spare parts. The Count requested that you be prepared to stop the heroes, so you've been working on a robotic brother. You don't know why you choose to make a robotic brother, but there's a deep feeling inside of you that tells you you should have some form of a brother. You feel... like maybe in another life you could have had one. Your brain is still messed up, but knowing what you know, it feels right.

But, you look down at those extra parts. The unneeded parts, and a soft, almost haunting song plays in your head. Hmm, you think to yourself.

And the voice in the back of your mind does a victory dance.

Why are you so happy? You ask the voice. What's with the celebrating?

You're going to listen to me. You're going to try to stop him.

You roll your eyes, and pick up the small parts. "No. I'm just an idiot," You mutter to yourself. Then, you start making something new.

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You never get the chance to give what you've made to him. You half suspect that you won't get the chance too. It's located neatly in your room on the table. There's a small note inside. You wonder if he'll ever read it.

Not likely.

You honestly feel like some kind of sentimental idiot. Whenever you speak to the jester, he acts. He always acts. He refuses to be anything other than the character he's portraying. You have no idea who he really is under that mask. 

It's frustrating to say the least. Every single time you see that smile you feel frustrated because you can't tell what it means.

But, you can't really judge him. You do the same thing when people talk to you. You're an actor as well. Another thing you two have in common. Whenever presented in front of multiple people, you decided to play the part of an arrogant, somewhat cocky, jerk. You do not know why you chose to be this character, but it feels like it's the part you were supposed to play.

But at least you let your guard down occasionally. He never does.

You lose to the heroes once. Failure. A small part of you wasn't surprised. The rest of you is. A giant robot, and in space, you should have won easily.

But it's me. I always lose.

Ah, you tell that voice. I can see you're back.