1. Cold

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Garnold and Clukr.

Their creators were long gone, and so was every other sprunkian that had once lived in this town. Although the two were best friends (or at least that's what they told everybody), they were more like parents to Fun Bot. Without them, the robot would have ceased to exist.

But in a world like this, they can't help but wonder if that would've been for the better.

They'd never have to deal with the lingering trauma and aftermath that came with surviving this hell.

They'd never have to watch their friends get picked off one by one, knowing there's nothing they can do to prevent it.

They'd never have to be the one to bury their own parents.

They wish they were dead. Too bad machines don't go to heaven.

All that remains are vacant houses, seemingly untouched despite all of the events that have happened within the last few months. It's almost as if time had paused, a dreadful reminder of what once was. Anybody with guilt of still being alive also deals with feeling constantly uneasy, due to the bloodshot sky that looms over the nation. They're inorganic, incapable of processing genuine feelings, but even they can understand why. How did it even get there anyways? It's eerie.

Strange, unusual things started to happen as soon as Black had came into the picture. It's like he had appeared out of thin air, and knew everyone like he had known them his entire life. At first, he was only causing small issues, ones that could easily be looked over as nothing more than a mistake. Through his occasional mishaps, he was still welcomed to the community like family.

What a terrible decision that was, to let a man like him stay. Everything was so perfect before he came and eradicated everything and everyone. It all happened in such a short timeframe, within a week everyone was dead.

Not all of the deaths originated from Black, it seems he had some of the others do his bidding for him. Specifically Wenda, that bitch is loco. They'll never forgive either one of them for what they did. They may be mechanical, but that doesn't mean they're emotionless. The situation has affected them the same way it'd affect a person, if not with more intensity. Fun Bot still doesn't understand why they weren't targeted, why they were one of the only few to remain untouched.

Saying they've all succumbed was an exaggeration, thankfully they don't happen to actually be the last one alive. They're still excruciatingly lonely, though. Most of the remaining sprunkians are one of three: batshit insane, closed-off, or... Abnormal.

They'd rather steer clear of Wenda and Black for as long as they possibly can, thankfully neither of them have made the attempt to dismantle Fun Bot yet. Gray refuses to talk to anyone, that is if you can even spot him in the first place. He's definitely alive, just reclusive and in hiding. Jevin is Jevin, it's actually nice to see that he hasn't changed. However, he doesn't seem to have any interest in conversating with the robot. Pinki and Brud are both (somehow) alive, despite their significant injuries. They haven't seen those two in a long while, perhaps they've gone far away from the settlement. Or they did end up dying. Who knows. Durple... They'd rather not think of him for the moment.

And then there's Mr. Fun Computer.

They've tried to help him in every way possible, but it's hopeless. What was once someone they'd consider their brother is now gone, lost and corrupted for eternity. As much as they want to stay around and support him, offering him some sort of comfort through the sickness, they can't. They're cowardly, spineless. They don't want to catch the same virus that's controlling his system, they don't want to turn into a mindless being that can't think for itself.

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