One shots Twst

Ortho

Idia sat on the floor, the cold metal beneath him a sharp contrast to the heat burning in his chest with his hair falling to his side.

His hands trembled as he held his head in his hands, the rain outside still hammering against the windows.

He couldn’t bring himself to look up, couldn’t bring himself to face the truth of what he had done.

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But he had to......

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Even it hurts so much...

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Slowly, his tear-filled eyes lifted to the figure standing before him....Ortho.

His younger brother, the one he had tried to bring back not the one who died but the one who stayed by his side.

But now, standing in front of him, Ortho.....No...Second Al Ortho stared blankly into the distance, his expression that used to be void of the warmth and concern when he looked at everything...

His eyes were no longer filled with curiosity or love; they were cold, empty, and hollow like a machine...

Idia had shut himself off. It wasn’t on purpose. In his desperation, in his grief, he had overridden the emotions, the personality he had so carefully programmed into the AI to bring back Ortho.

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Because of his stupidness..

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And that's why.....

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Now, all that was left was a lifeless shell.....just like the real Ortho on the day he had died.

For a long moment, Idia couldn’t move. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the emotionless face of his creation.

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' He’s gone,'

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Idia thought as his eyes started to water again , the words echoing in his mind. Not just the real Ortho....no....he had lost him years ago. But now, this too.

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' I lost him again.'

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The realization hit Idia like a brick as he felt sob left from his mouth.... It's all my fault... as he then looked again.

Ortho blinked, his eyes vacant, as if waiting for a command.

He stood perfectly still, his body rigid and unnatural, no longer the Ortho that Idia had spent years creating, nurturing.

This wasn’t the brother who had smiled at him, who had called him.....oniichan.. with such love.

The Ortho......no....the brother that he loved..and supported him...

This wasn’t the ortho that had tried so hard to fill the void left behind by his real brother’s death.

This was a machine. An empty, hollow machine........