“Let's go…” He sounded disappointed. All this time, taunting his every waking moment, and Cobs is just… Disappointed that it's over? Isn't this what he wanted?
Isn't this what everyone wanted? For the show to be done and for MePhone to finally move on?
Wasn't that the whole end premise of season 3 that he didn't want to accept?
“No…” He breathed out, more disbelief than anything as Lightbulb's crab - Buster? Baxter…! - crawled in front of him. Baxter was real…
How many things did the contests- Objects… Interact with that ended up being real?
“Come on, show’s over. We're going home.” Cobs said, still sounding disappointed alongside a new tone of condescending, as he held out his hand towards MePhone.
Like a father rallying his rambunctious kid back into the car after a road trip to some amusement park.
Defeated, MePhone took Cob's hand, although he himself had no clue why.
It's not like he had many choices anyway. Toilet had disconnected the newly titled “Me” pod (not to be confused with a MePod) entirely. There's no more contestants, no more show, no more MeLife.
He had nothing anymore.
His 13 years of a show, gone just like that.
“It's quite interesting how much you've pulled together in all these years, MePhone.” Cobs continued on, not paying any mind to MePhone's defeat. “You are by far my most advanced model in such a poor form factor. No matter…! I'll place your software in a new casing, doesn't that sound great? I mean, come on…! A 4s? Not what you're meant to be in.” He said with a scoff.
It's been so long, MePhone wasn't sure if the inventor was waiting for a response from him. He avoided this specifically for years.
“Maybe I'll split you up. Every facet of you. You're so uniquely life-like, I'm sure there's a way to delete your personal flaws.”
MePhone looked up finally. “My… My flaws?"
Cobs chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “You're not perfect, MePhone. We both know that. You've just pushed those flaws onto your silly little objects so you don't have to confront them on yourself.” He stated matter-of-factly. “All your jock archetype characters where their only outlet was anger? Your characters that always repressed certain emotions until they burst? Characters that, no matter how hard they try, they will never be enough in your eyes?”
Baseball - Always Strikes Out
Nickel - Harsh, Blunt, Sarcastic, Realist
Pickle - Loyal, Dumb, Confident
Knife - Mean, Jerk, Change of Heart?
Suitcase - Pushover, Helpless, Backstabber?
Trophy - Sore Loser
Bomb - False Alarm
Balloon - Full of Hot Air
Cherries - Wants A Reaction
Cheesy - Unserious
The list can go on and on, but in the end, everyone was a reflection of him in a sense.
“We could've been anything, but you made us broken. Why?!” Knife's grating voice crackled through his speakers.
“‘Cause… ‘Cause it's all I know…!"
The call disconnected.
It was all he knew…
“Come along now, I don't want you to start exploding like your little Paintbrush fellow.” Cobs joked, as if it was all a cruel game to him. As if these years building this show up was for nothing.
It feels like it was all for nothing…
MePhone can't even find it in himself to argue back either. He just followed along glumly. No anger, no sadness, he just felt numb.
Cobs won, does he want MePhone to just admit that?
Oh the irony… Cobs won.
“You win…” MePhone finally voiced.
Cobs laughed. “What?”
“You win.” He repeated. "Isn't that what you want? A winner?"
Cobs scoffed. “Is this what you think this is about? The show's over, MePhone. There is no winner. I'm just finally reclaiming something that's always been mine. You hid in a corner, and I've always had my eyes on you from the start, but you already knew that after you pushed poor dear A.D.A.M. away.”
MePhone rolled his eyes. “So what now?” He snarked, silently debating on if he should even attempt to break free from Cobs's grasp on his hand.
“Playtime's over now, bud. You get to say hello to some old friends. Forever.”
A/N: (haven't done that in a LONG time woagh) Note transfered from end note on AO3 and is talking about AO3 tags, not Wattpad -
I think this is the most fluff I've seen in the fandom in awhile (talking generally just going through tags, def not this), why are you all coping? Don't you lot seem to write horror stories at every turn? This seems tame compared to that lmao /lh
Bah, I've been out of the fandom for awhile, I don't know what you critters get up to haha
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Curtain Fall
Fanfiction[Temp cover, I say as if I've ever changed any of my temp covers.... (from official episode by Adamation/AnimationEpic)] . . . After 13 years, three seasons of MePhone's show were entirely erased. He saw everything fall, including himself. He was al...
