KinitoPET : Home.

9 : Epilogue : I'm right here.

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Formatting issues, wrote on phone.

Skip if you like the ending in part 8.

Think of this chapter as a little bonus thing/alt ending. Fully fluff.

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I don't really like this chapter, but hey, it's already been written, so ye, might as well upload it. Ǝ(oo)E

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'What makes someone sentient?'

A gentle softness surrounds you.
It's a feeling you haven't felt in a very, very long time.

A dream.

A void.

Peace.

And that peace was interrupted by a loud-

Bang- bang- bang-

"Goooood morning, best friend!" A chipper artificial voice came from your computer. What the hell-

Sssh-
Crash!

"MhmmMMMMHHHH! shuddup..." you mumble, as you roll around in your-

Bed?

...

Bed.

You were in your bed.

Wait- are you actually alive?

Boom- crash- boom- crash-

"Wah? What are you-?" You rapidly sit up.
"Kinito?"

"You're awake! Good! Now, could you please come over here and help me with this?" You look at your monitor sitting on your desk. A pink gumball with two long black legs and no mouth was running into your screen, over and over again. His little disjointed hands prying at the edges of the screen.

Huh. He was back to his low-poly old self.

"Frieeeeeeend!!! I can't get through!" He seems frustrated, banging on the screen again and again, even using his surf board as a weapon.

"Kinito!" You get out from bed, running to your screen, hugging you monitor, memories flooding back of the situation you were both in, feeling like it just moments ago. A soft robotic yelp escaped the axolotl. "I don't know how I'm back here or how we're even still alive, but, I am so glad to be back home!" A nervous laughter escaped Kinito. "Hahah, yes, great. Now, how are you going to get back here? I've been trying all night, but nothing seems to be working-!" He sounds almost panicked.

Bang- bang-

He keeps on trying to smash his head through the screen.

You move away from the monitor, wa-

"Nonononono! Back! Now!" Kinito interjects the writing with his overly demanding presence. (Rude.)

You stay close to your monitor, one of your hands gently holding onto its bevels. You check the date, re-checking it a few times, making sure your head isn't playing tricks on you.