Malware & Broken Memories

Deal(ing) with the Devil

"Who...?" MePhone mustered out, having fully sat up now in the bed, watching the stranger pace. This made them stop, and look over.

"Gods is it really that bad? I-- No, that's not the point, uhm... Shit, how do you turn this body back on?"

MePhone tilted his head, his tired gaze just confused.

"Great, a lot of help you are-- um... We-- well, you're kind of in really big trouble I think?"

"Did... I do something wrong? S... sorry," MePhone glanced away, nervous. His posture, and attitude were incredibly out of character, even Thera recognizing this after seeing so many memories of how he was supposed to act, but he just seemed... Scared? Tired?

"Not like that! I-- Um... You might be in danger. That's better!-- Er, it's not 'better', but... y'know," Thera tapped their foot against the carpeted floor, trying to think their way out of this. The body had suddenly shut off without much explanation, and they had been put in here-- the only remaining memory fragment. So it really was that bad, huh. They didn't exactly mean to do THIS much damage while they were using the body, but this almost made them feel bad... No, well... It just plain did make them feel bad. There wasn't an almost to that anymore.

"Um... Okay, so let's see if I can... Figure this out... Hopefully whatever it is isn't... Too serious..." Thera turned away, pacing a bit more as they seemed to strain, trying to figure this out. It had been a lot easier to assume control earlier, but now, it was as if they were being blocked by something. Thera didn't like that, but they were sure they'd figure... Something out. Right. They had to.

...

"What... are you doing here?" OJ's eyebrows furrowed. Despite the immediate intimidation he couldn't help but feel at this sudden appearance, he was still furious that someone like him would show his face. OJ didn't know what MePhone had been through, but he knew it was bad enough to NEED to keep this man away from the robot at all costs.

"Why, I'm just here to take back what's rightfully mine." He almost sounded uninterested, and bored, despite just showing up. He glanced at a watch on his wrist, before making a small 'tsk' noise.

"Well, I'd love to keep this brief, since now that this is happening I've had to clear my schedule and have new things to do, so you can be on your way now." Cobs stepped closer to the bench. This is when OJ stood up, putting himself between the currently seemingly unconscious robot, and Cobs.

"What did you do to shut them off?"

"Hm. You're going to be stubborn about this, aren't you. Are you one of those so-called 'friends' of his?" Cobs' expression almost seemed disgusted at that thought, the idea of one of his creations actually having connections being such an ridiculous idea just to even think about.

"I'll give you one chance to go away. Leave him alone." OJ kept his ground.

"Hah! Oh, you're a funny one, aren't you?" The taller, blonde man's expression shifted to something closer to amusement. There was something about this situation that he found incredibly funny. 

"How about this, I'll give YOU one more chance to get the hell out of here before I do what needs to be done to get this garbage hunk of metal back where it belongs." His tone dropped, a sneer forming as he made direct eye-contact with the ginger. He still didn't budge though.

"Hm. So be it."

"If you think you can take me in a fight, you're wrong." OJ bluffed. Sure, Cobs was more on the skinny, scrawny side, and OJ definitely could get physical if needed, but the desire to actually get into a fight was not there. That was the last thing he wanted.