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Whumptober Day 11 - Used as bait

4s hated this. He hated all of this. Being back again like this, and especially being stuck up here. He didn’t understand it, honestly, but here he was, locked in some stupid padded room-- a sickeningly familiar one, all while he waited for his stupid creator to come back.

For the longest time, 4s was dead. What felt like floating through the nothing space of his mind, and watching. Seeing what MePhone was doing, and trying to talk to him. But with the lack of reaction, all except for once, it was clear he wasn’t getting through. But now that didn’t even matter. He was back up in the MeCloud, and he was in a body again. What looked like his body. Even if he… Was pretty sure it wasn’t his original one.

Ugh. All he could really understand was that he definitely shouldn’t be here. He didn’t even want to be! He did what he felt like he needed to do with his life, and he… Didn’t need anything more. He just couldn’t wrap his head around why Cobs’ would rebuild him, being such an old, surely obsolete model again.

Letting out a groan, he slid a hand down his screen face, before moving to stand up. He wobbled a bit, still not entirely used to walking on two feet-- or at all again, as he slowly led himself to the door, one hand pressed against the padded wall of the room for balance. He glanced out the small window on the door, but of course there really just wasn’t anything he could make out. A bit of a hallway he barely even recognized anymore, even if he had been thrown in this room before when he was originally here-- a cruel move, but one he had been able to just let go as he moved on with coping about more important things-- namely, his unexistence. He had been able to stop thinking so much about the horrors he was put through by the man that was supposed to see the best in him, but now it just felt fresh again. It felt as cruel as it used to.

It didn’t help how isolated he felt. He had been so used to company. To listening to what his brother was doing. The things that were going on around him, that he was never supposed to experience for himself. It was all so… So quiet without that.

4s just wanted to go back to that. To not properly existing anymore. But he was sure Cobs’ had bigger plans for him that he probably couldn’t do much again in this weakened state.

Cobs tapped his fingers against his desk, the other hands’ palm against his face, holding it up as he stared down at the ringing phone. He was getting bored of this, honestly. Waiting, and waiting, and… Of course, more waiting. What a drag! He was almost tempted to just go down there himself and knock some sense into that stupid robot and directly give him the choice he had been crafting, but he wasn’t an idiot. He was going to be patient, and that idiot had to pick up the call eventually! So, he was stuck playing the waiting game.

After another declined call though, he just sighed, and clicked his current phone off. Taking a moment to think, a small smirk formed on the visionary’s face as he got up, stretching his arms above his head, and letting out a delighted, but still very mean-spirted laugh. He had an even better plan. He had just rebuilt that other one, and well, with them being phones, he was sure the contact of this one would grab the idiot’s attention.

He walked down the halls of his building in stride. With such clear purpose, and understanding of what was surely going to happen. He was finally going to take back what was his, and the day couldn’t be better. He just couldn’t stop smiling about it, really, such a sly smirk on his face as he stood in front of the door to the room one of his recently rebuilt-- but still very old for modern day creations was stuck in.

He cleared his throat, watching the robot turn its screen head over to look with a glare.

“You don’t look happy to be here. I thought you’d be honoured. No, scratch that, you should be honoured that I took time out of my life to waste time on bringing you back. Do you know how hard it is to remotely remove someone’s consciousness from someone who’s still living?”
“Not hard enough apparently.” 4s growled, remaining seating in one of the corners of the room. Cobs just chuckled. This was funny to him.
“I see how it is then. I suppose me giving you life is just nothing. At least grant me one favour though. That’s all I’m asking.”
4s rolled his eyes, both annoyed at the gall of this man before him, and annoyed that he didn’t have his signature sunglasses.
“Peh. Right, asking.” The robot grumbled.
“You get it!” Cobs’ exclaimed, clearly excited as the door to the room slid open. “Now, it’s easy, really, all you need to do for me is make a simple phone call.” Cobs held his hands behind his back, but his movements were still slow. 4s would see them as cautious if he didn’t understand it was fully calculated. The man knew even if 4s tried to fight, it wouldn’t end well. He was still trying to regain his strength in a physical body again, and he knew as strong as he used to be, except for mentally, that didn’t translate over to a new body.