Bot cares about other people, but maybe they should care about themselves more, due to constantly bottling up their emotions, mistakes happen.
In other words, Bot evil au.
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This story was originally posted on ao3
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Bot sat on what seemed like a table, they wore some comfortable casual clothes and they had just gotten their leg fixed after a little accident, that's what they explained at least.
"Alright! You must be all done now." Test tube said before leaning over to her desk, probably looking at some papers or something else.
"Uh, sorry for bothering you again over this" Bot apologized
"Oh you aren't bothering me at all, plus this was something important so don't worry about that, i'm happy to help you, Bot" Test tube assured looking back at them.
"Just.. in case" Bot started moving their leg side to side a little, to make sure it worked correctly.
"Well, make sure to be careful next time, and again, don't be afraid to ask me for help" Test tube reassured Bot.
"Right, well thank you a lot, I don't know where I'd be without you..!"
"No problem! See ya" Test Tube waved goodbye to them.
"Goodbye" Said Bot before leaving Test tube's lab.
They had been feeling off the past couple of days, something was bothering them but they couldn't exactly place their finger on what.
Was it because of their leg? Or maybe they missed someone, or because they bothered Test Tube, they didn't like bothering other people just for their own problems. Either way they had no idea of what it could be.
As they walked back to the hotel, they felt slightly guilty for wasting Test tube's time, even though she had reassured them multiple times that it was okay, they still felt like a burden.
They went to their room at hotel OJ and flopped on their bed.
They felt as if they didn't have an actual direction in their life, they didn't know what they were doing, their arc in III was over, so what now? They were just a robot right? But they had their own personality.. They were more than that. They were their own person now, but sometimes it didn't feel like it.
Sometimes it felt like they weren't enough to be an actual person.
Bot laid on their bed, not doing anything for what seemed like hours. They grabbed a pillow and hugged it as if it was someone, a loved one perhaps, or just anyone at this point.
Days felt like they were longer than usual if they just laid there, sobbing on their bed like a wet cat, not doing anything. They wanted to do something. They had to do something.
Bot sat up on their bed and checked their phone, to their surprise it was not as late as they thought it would be since they had their blinds a little more than half closed. They opened the blinds revealing the sun in the sky, it was quite light outside. It felt like they had seen the sun for the first time today despite being outside earlier. They left the blinds how they used to be right after.
They wanted to talk to someone, someone who could understand them, someone, anyone at this point.
They grabbed their phone again, trying to get their mind off of everything. They mindlessly scrolled through social media, trying to make time pass quicker, but it just felt like time had stopped completely.
They turned their phone off to stare at the ceiling.
What was their actual purpose? They were just created for the sole purpose of replacing someone that was dead, they were supposed to be a copy of someone else, they were just some robot expected to act and be like it was written to be. They felt like were just some AI that has a mind of its own, was everything that Bot felt even real? Was any decision that they had made, or any thoughts that they had even their own or was it just because they were programmed to feel like that?
Before they could notice they were already curled up in the corner of their bed, crying and clawing at their scalp. They felt like the walls were closing in on them and they felt that they had no room to breathe in, their throat felt dry and they were shaking a lot, they felt all of that despite being a robot, it felt unreal.
They tried to steady their breathing, to no avail, their breathing quickened and their throat hurt from the sobbing, why couldn't they just have their mind clear, they couldn't get rid of these thoughts that kept invading their mind constantly.
After some minutes they managed to calm down. They sat in the same corner, staring at the wall, their mind felt numb, their mind felt like it was invaded with static.
They couldn't move, they didn't have the energy to, they just wanted to rest, it felt exhausting having to deal with all of this.
Maybe they could go out, maybe take some food or something else, but around this time they knew there were going to be people downstairs, so they didn't really feel like doing that.
They hated when they were like this, why were they crying over something like that. Why were they making a scene over something that they could debunk over and over, but those thoughts would still roam around in their mind all the time, they wouldn't leave them alone. They hated when they cried over this, some people had it worse than them, so why would they cry over it.
Luckily no one ever saw them like this, they didn't want anyone to. They cared about others, they didn't want other people worrying about them and just being more of a burden to them.
They would never show this side of them to anyone.
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