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Whumptober day 17 - nowhere else to go

A field. All that was left. Plain, barren land, marked by where the hotel path used to be. The path and outline to a place that just... Didn't exist anymore. Come to see, none of it existed anymore, the last pillar phasing out far in the distance, much like everything else. It gave way to a sunset that soaked the land in warm colours, but none of it felt warm. None of this felt fine.

Everything and everyone was gone, and he didn't even know how it happened.

The rest of the evening was a blur. The words spoken. The hand held out. The reluctant acceptance because he had nothing left. The way back to a home that was never his.

It hurt. It stung, it felt like all sorts of horrible, awful feelings wrapped into one, and it made the robot feel sick, and hopeless.

It had all cycled back around to him being alone. Back in the place that ruined him in the first place. Back under the grasp of the man who hurt him. Everything beyond that really, was a haze. His thoughts were too scrambled to come up with anything coherent that didn't just hurt more, so he went along with everything, despite how defeated he felt. Hopeless. That's what he felt like he'd always feel like now. There was no hope left to find him. Nobody left. MePad surely left. They were stable enough to be able to move on from something like this, even if it hurt, surely. MePhone, however, was not. He was broken, and damaged. Shattered and cracked by many invisible wounds. All building up to this. All splintering and branching off into different aspects of how he acted. He didn't even have that personality anymore.

He didn't have the courage to fake things. Anything. Just a dull sadness occupying his chest as he went along with all of this. Ruined, and alone.

Terrified, and alone. All without any proper escape, because maybe that was just the cycle. He was bound to fall back here eventually.

Some selfish part of him wished maybe he hadn't been brought back. That 4s was still here, and he wasn't, and then maybe the rest of them could've at least lived their lives unaware. They all could've been happy.

But he took that from them all. Maybe he doomed them from the start, too. Broken people made by an even more broken man. Aspects of him into them. Things he thought would just be funny. But they weren't. They never were.

Even if by some miracle they were brought back, he wouldn't get the privledge of being involved with them. He'd still be alone, because he knew all of them hated him now. Even MePad did. And he deserved all of that hate. That scorn.

MePhone didn't want to be back up at Meeple anymore. He didn't want to be anywhere, ideally, but that wasn't... An option.

A sniffle as he blinked back into focus. He was still on his way up to the cloud with his creator. A man he couldn't muster the strength to look at as he looked out at the blank island below, his vision blurry with tears.

"You had a good run, MePhone4. But it's over now." Was all the man said.

The robot moved his hands over his eyes. He didn't want to be here.

He wanted to go home, but he didn't even know where that was anymore.

Maybe he never did.