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Day 6: Jurian

"Jurian? Jurian! Ugh, where the hell are you?" Dixon zipped around the corners around a corpo building whilst dealing with some cyberpsycho with his partner Jurian. He fixed his black hair and stuffed his iron into his pocket before standing up straight and slowly retracing his steps.

The cyberpsycho was dealt with, thanks to Jurian, but Jurian was no longer in sight. It was strange for the older, flamboyant male to do so, as he always liked to rub his accomplishments in Dixon's face after every gig, or offering him some kibble (sometimes, even taking Dixon out to a fancy corpo joint.)

"C'mon, choom, this ain't funny," Dixon sighed as he took a look of his surroundings. He was genuinely concerned. Jurian was the type of guy to be outgoing, to spit in your face about what joytoys he's been messing with, or corpo rats. He was the type of guy to annoy you, but you just couldn't get rid of him because his personality was as addictive as dorph.

Yet, recently, he's been acting less preem, more aggressive towards Dixon and the rest of their little inner circle. Not to mention, when Jurian does act normal, he still isn't, often referencing things or pointing at crap that doesn't exist. Recently he said he had flatlined and that he was actually a ghost. But after being asked about it a few hours later, Jurian simply denied ever expressing such a thought.

Dixon hesitantly confessed his concerns with Jurian's ripperdoc, Boots (because he had a large collection of footwear, he was a bit of a fashionista like Jurian), to which he responded with stating that Jurian had a history of showing signs of Bipolar I, but it wasn't serious enough for a diagnosis. Dixon continued to push, and Boots suggested he may be experiencing cyberpsychosis.

Jurian was psycho alone, he was too reckless, flirtatious, and annoying for a normal human to comprehend. If he had turned into a complete borg, Maelstrom might've even taken him in. Jurian was having Boots install chrome into his body left and right, and when he'd get bored of something he'd swap it out for something else. Jurian was even currently equipped with one of those rare sandevistans, which a high ranked corpor gave him after he rented himself out as a joytoy.

The split personalities, the aggressiveness, the need for chrome... It all started to piece itself together as Dixon walked back and forth looking for the gonk. Dixon could hear muttering some garden trees and bushes, and he reluctantly followed in hope that it might be Jurian.

"Jurian? You there?" Dixon's eyes widened as he was met with the back of some very familiar clothes. "Jurian, what are you doing?"

The older male was twitching as he was faced away, on his knees, looking down at his hands. "What am I really?"

"What do you mean?"

Jurian glared at Dixon, his body twisting towards the noise in an attempt to eliminate, but his still-sane mind doing everything in its power to keep the body still. "Dixon!" Jurian choked out. "What am I?!"

"I don't know what you're talking about, you're Jurian, you gonkbrain!"

"This isn't Jurian, this isn't normal," he tried to explain. His body continued to twitch, his lip quivering. "I'm in so much pain..."

"It's the chrome! We need to get you to Boots, or, or... Crap, I don't know, just any doc!" (Other than Fingers.)

Jurian looked absolutely hopeless. He was always so optimistic and proud of things, but now he just looked like a dump.

"Come on, don't be like this, Jurian, we'll get you up and runnin' soon," Dixon hooked his arms underneath Jurian's before being punched into the ground.

"O-oh my gosh, Dixon! Dixon?!" Jurian scrambled over to where Dixon was face planted, though reasonably distancing himself.

"Urgh... What the...?" Dixon looked up at Jurian.