He had no memory. All he knew was that he had changed. He knew he was human. He knew he wasn't now. He was a cyborg. He had all of his human parts inside. All but one. His heart. Instead there was a door. Inside was a dark abyss. Nothing occupied this space. He needed his heart back. He needed love. He needed joy. His brain longed to be happy. The new robot brain knew that this unhappy state was bad. His computer brain had a new objective. Find a new heart, and feel love. His computer brain found that the most effective way was to acquire objects that made other people happy. Objects that other people loved. The robot heard people laughing, giggling, being happy. They felt love. It came for the items. He came for the items. They came for the items. When they retrieved the item they put them were their heart would be, and every time the items would be sucked up, ripped apart, and launched in every which direction. The abyss tried to fill it's up but it didn't work. The infinite space was insatiable. No one gained love. But some lost it.
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Alloymophobia
HorrorA creepy pasta that includes: cyborgs, crimes, and despare. Warning: includes blood, illegal activity, death, suicidal thoughts, and other disturbing themes and content.
