~Experimental~ /~A TPOT AU~\

~Part 2~ Said 'Learning'

As Tennis Ball descended down the stairs of the factory, he couldn't help but think to perform the acts of harvesting objects cores. With a relived sigh, he leaned against the metal wall, accidentally pressing a secret button, only to hear a door opening from afar. "What the...?" TB confusingly said, walking to the now opened door.

TB saw something he'd wished he had never seen.. In the middle of the room was a large table with leather straps, beside it was a tray with scalpels and small medical tools. While the left wall had larger tools hanging, everything look surprisingly clean besides the walls, looking green and grimy. ". . .I thought...GB made the f-..f-factory herself..." TB muttered in a shaky voice, unable to comprehend this dread within him.

TB had to leave the room, leaning against the wall beside the room's door as he sighed shakily. It seemed like the world is screaming at him to harvest, but he knows it's wrong.. He'll just has to wait for another sign.

As he exited the factory, he was suddenly stopped by Snowball. "Hey, Nerd" SB taunted, "Watcha doin' in there? Making stupid inventions?" "Snowball...Please.. Not now." TB said in a irritated voice, trying to walk away from SB, though he still blocks his path.

"Aww, is the nerd gonna hide away? Hide away to 'Mommy Golfy'?" SB taunted "I said stop.." TB warned. "And what are you gonna do about it, huh? You can't even land a punch!" SB taunted once more before turning away, still having that smug smirk on his face.

TB, with such anger, spotted a metal baseball bat on the grass. He picked it up, swung the bat to Snowball's head, knocking him out.

After realizing on what he had done, he dropped the bat back on the grass, panicking on what to do next.

With no other choice, he dragged SB's unconscious body in the factory. As he finally descended the stairs, he continued to drag Snowball into the medical room, placing him down on the large table to strap him down. He can't believe he done this, but it seemed that he isn't listening to his sub-consciousness, pouring water on SB's face to wake him up.

"Pffhugh... Wh-..what happened..?" Snowball said as he looked around the grimy room with clean medical tools, he then looked at Tennis Ball, who has a cold, and uncaring face. "I told you to stop, now look at you..." TB said, his sanity slowly draining. "What the blizzard are you talking about, dude? You know I'm just teasing you.. R-right?" SB shakily spoke, his heart racing as he looked into TB's glazed eyes.

"This is for Golf Ball.." TB said coldly as he grabbed a scalpel, cutting a 'X' into his icy chest, causing SB to writhe in pain. TB ignores SB's pained cries, continuing to cut his chest open, water pooled from SB's chest, acting like blood.

"I'm getting sick of your sorrowful cries..." TB muttered as he pulled a laughing gas mask, putting it on SB, making him dizzy and numb. TB then continued to cut through SB's icy skin and muscle, opening it to show his icicle ribcage. He then grabbed a small orthopedic saw, cutting through his ribcage carefully to not damage his lungs.

He moved his organs out of the way, digging through to find SB's core. He then found something glowing behind his stomach. He moved his stomach out of the way, there it was; Snowball's core, glowing in sheer beauty.

TB carefully removed SB's core from his body, his eyes shimmered from the core's intricate snowflake patterns and soft blue glow. He looked over at Snowball, who's dead. TB placed SB's core in a sterile bag to unstrap Snowball, to then throw him in the trash chute in the factory.

TB sighed sadly, he can't believe he did this, to Snowball no less. But.. At least he now has something to work with. He closed the door of the medical room, ascending up the stairs to exit the factory.

~( HELL YEAH! 2ND CHAPTER DONE!! Thanks for reading this far into this, and also, I warned you about this. It's gonna be Cupcakes, but toned down. )~

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