[-:-] QD! SHORTS: MEMORIES? [-:-]

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A human male was seen sitting nearby something, recording a speech. He seems to be at the end of his speech, revealing it was {Redacted}, Talking to what appears to be a drone.

"I really do hope that someday...If the day comes...you will awaken to your true potential, and fulfill a destiny I couldn't finish. For I will pass the torch to make this an achievement of not only myself, but for history. This marks the end of this message. Bring justice for others."

The recording ends. He writes a note on it...Stating:

TO BE SHIPPED.

He stood up, placing something on its head...It was a wig, and a cowboy hat. He now walked off, coughing lightly...

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"{Redacted}. What do you think about this dress? Does this make me look-"

"It doesn't matter, Tessa. I know you'll make it work."

{Redacted} was speaking to his lover, as she giggled at his response.

"...Hehe. I'm glad you're able to come to the Gala. The drones adore you. Shame that you weren't around much because..." Tessa froze, looking somberly.

"Don't mention it. I am here now. I promise that even though I'm struggling, I'll keep going. I love you a lot." {Redacted} approached her, lifting her chin.

"...I'm so lucky to have you." She muttered, hugging him.

He returned the hug, brushing her hair. The teen sighed...Glad he was able to be with her once more.

"...I'm sorry." He muttered.

"For what?" She questioned.

"I know that your parents have been...God, I can't even speak about it. I want to help, but I'm scared. I don't know what to do-"

"Shh...The only thing that matters most...Is that you're here." Tessa hushed.

The two gazed upon each other. Tessa leaned in...But {Redacted} backed his head a bit away.

"I can't...I don't want to-"

*Chu.*

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Both {Redacted} and Tessa walked down together, holding hands. They stopped...Meeting three familiar drones.

It was N, V and J...They had different clothing, and seemingly acted different. They turned their heads, noticing the male teen.

"{Redacted}! Oh, I miss you! Where were you?" N hugged his legs, slightly taken aback.

"Umm...It was at a checkup. Don't worry, I'm fine." He replied, lightly laughing before coughing. He knelt down, patting her head.

"Get off him!" J grabbed N, dragging her back.

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