Her Masterpiece (hiatus for now)

-Naming Conventions-

(Just so you know.)

(This is why I precised that I would take liberties because I look that up and get this reply and will NOT be verifying it in any way, giving me another reason to be able to stick into the Luofu story somewhat and have some backstory, fyi, even if she gets to Luofu she won't be 100% in the game plot, probably only 25% of it will be game plot tbh since I planned something.)

"What do you mean by what's my problem?"

It is time; Stelle can feel it, the day she dies.

All because of one slip-up.

Why did she need to be a smart ass?

Asta please hel-- WHY ARE YOU HIDING BEHIND A WENDING MACHINE?!!

The seemingly colder then usual gaze of the weird woman was making Stelle rethink her life choices and almost asking her if she had ice powers like March.

"I-I..." Shaking in her boots.

How has it gone from her being dragged to go see Asta to her reading her death in the reflection of almost shining eyes.

"I wouldn't say it is a problem." Nihl simply said, not really taking offence in the question. Not because she was unable too, she has no emotions and not a lack of common sense, but she outright didn't care for it. "I am just not like you. That assuming you have realized that."

Yeah no shit.

"Wha--" "The meaning of the question didn't escape me mind you. You are just lucky I care not with a response to what could be perceived as a taunt by many. Do think twice before you talk, not all are as logical like me." She crossed her arms before lifting one in a useless gesture. "Anyway, here was were I wanted to bring you, Asta surely has some way to help you since Herta left."

Nihl just walked off, considering the conversation with the stelleron over.

Pulling out her phone, it was plain black compared to others, typing it quickly as she walked.

Putting it away again, making her way to the elevator to head down.

She might not have that many emotions and a heavily dulled sense of those she did but logic is filling in the gaps, not having a hard time figuring out that despite being who she was, she didn't enjoy crowds or people as a generality.

And so it was soon that she was back with her little hoard of cat-cakes following after her as she made her way through the facilities they inhabited down here.

Looking at the held clipboard as she sat on the couch, the critters pilling in her lap and around her, like magnetized to her.

Flipping through the papers and sighing deeply, the numbers were saying nothing good, pulling her phone out from the masses of squish.

Taking a picture of the printout she had read before sending it and typing.

It was not like she expected an answer, her creator would never grant her one but she knew her enough to know that since this was something she hid from the rest of the space station, that her messages would earn at least acknowledgement.

Waiting a moment before putting her phone on top of one of the critters, it scooted away, bouncing to the charging port and plap-ing the phone on it for her.

"Hmm..." She slowly looked down at the mount of critter, a hand lifted and moving her finger up and down as she silently counted. "Where is Eye-X?" She was... Not that creative but aeons be damned, the names she can come up with, literally calling a cute little jelly cat after the aeon of nihility that fucked up her creation, just written differently.

How did she not notice the lack of the little life form? Had it shrunk even more or something?

Pulling herself free from the pile.

"Stay here, I'll look for it." She said, walking away, 

Her heels striking loud in the quiet room.

Having premonition about this.