My silly TDOS au (I don't have a name for it yet)

⚫Chapter 2⚪

(3rd person POV)

The two strangers walked into the kitchen. The clueless one sat down on the small island, and continued to eat their breakfast, while the flowered one went to the fridge and grabbed some milk. 

(🌸) Want some?

(❔) Uhh... sure. I'm a bit thirsty.

They poured the milk into a tall glass, filling it up about 2/3 of the way, before passing it over to their new, confused friend. The confused one began drinking it, as they continued to eat.

Things got quiet... and awkward. The purple-haired one decided to begin speaking to try and quell this awkward feeling. 

(🌸) Soo... who are you, exactly?

The one who was still eating paused for a second, trying to think of an answer.

...

And try as they might, they just couldn't come up with one.

(❔) I.. really don't know. I only remember waking up in that bed. That's all I really know.

(🌸) Well... maybe we can find that out! 

(❔) How? I don't think I have anything on me that could help figure that out.

(🌸) ...Well... we'll figure that out later. For now... we can give you a nickname. I'll make sure your ok till we can get some answers.

The confused one didn't know what to say. They were happy to have somewhere to go and someone to care for them. But they were still to confused about their situation to think straight.

(❔) Th-thank you. 

(🌸) No problem! Anything to help those in need.

(🌸) My name's Nightshade, btw... we should give you a name for now, shouldn't we?

The amnesiac thought for a bit, before nodding. 

(❔) Sure, but what do we go off of?

Nightshade thought for a bit.

(🌸) Well, maybe we can figure out what you are. Mind if I take a look?

(❔) Uhh yea, sure I guess.

She began to poke around with the specimen, finding what she expected. Wires, servers and other mechanics. She still couldn't figure out what kind of machine they were.

(❔) ...Anything?

(🌸) Your defiantly some kind of machine, I just cant tell what kind you are.

(🌸) ...How about I call you... *looks around*...

Nightshades eyes land on her computer. 

(🌸) *Whispers* No, that would be insensitive.

The machine becomes confused, but decides to keep quiet for now.

(🌸) How about... PC? You kinda look like a computer tower anyways.

(⚫⚪) ...Yea. That'll work...for now at least.

They got a bit worried right then. They still had no clue who they were, and wanted a solid answer. But if they could wait, for a bit longer, they might get their answer.

(🌸) Sorry if that's not a solid answer. It's the best I've got for now.

(⚫⚪) Its alright. I don't mind it.

They began pondering on what Nightshade said before. What was insensitive about their other idea for their name? Who was she exactly? Where were they?

And why did Nightshade have so many scars?

...

That last question probably wasn't important, but they were still curious about it. They wanted to learn more. They needed to learn more.

As much as possible.