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chapter 20 - golden retrievers

The second N found himself in the basement, he fell onto his face, his visor cracking slightly and his vision blurred. All he could see ahead if he was himself. Though this time he looked different. As he squinted, he soon realized who was in the wooden chair just beyond him.

It was him.

Decapitated and dead, the head of himself lying on a small table next to it. His breath ran scarce as he tried to chase after it, hyperventilating as screams from upstairs erupted.

He was more scared than he had ever been in his existence, his core racing and his eyes hollow.

The next second, a claw threw him into a chair in the corner. He looked around scarcely as he had nothing else to do, his eyes trembling as he had no idea what was about to happen to him.

All he saw was bodies of discarded drones, flesh gooping and spewing out of them onto the already mold infested floor. Language N didn't recognize was scrawled upon walls in odd symbols, letters, and equations with various numbers. Metal scrap pieces scattered the area, some being built into wings and some into tails with a type of acid filling the tube it was wielding.

His heart pounded, his monitor being overloaded with senses.

He was too scared to move out of the chair.

Too scared to think of what may happen to him.

His question was answered, yes, Cyn was in fact demented. Someone he had tried to trust. Someone who he saw the good in or at least tried to. Someone who he loved.

What had she done to V?

The more N looked around the harder it was to bear. Flesh-like wings and models of J and V with X's on their visors as flesh-like tails found themselves out of them as their teeth were long, sharp, and their mouths were jawless.

Horrors from the memories he had witnessed in the library all came flooding back to him, as he was unable to find his mind.

He was having a panic attack.

Then, just then, the trapdoor opened.

The figure who had opened the door walked towards him, N not able to register because of his fit.

His joints on the chair were tightened by reflex as if they were glued to it.

Suddenly, right then, he felt a familiar hand touch his.

His blurred, panicky vision cleared as he looked up, a sense of warmth coming over him.

It was her.

V.

She was ok.

"v-Valarie?" N stuttered, only able to choke out a few words as his throat tightened.

In the blink of an eye, V's whole body flinched, practically jumping at a sound.

Everything was being put together, the visions N had before being pieced bit by bit.

"Hello, V," A robotic voice sounded. N looked beyond V, realizing no one was there. In the corner of his eye, he found a robot, flesh like and bloody flash in front of him as the last light of thunder he would see flash.

A tendril locked the trapped door of the basement before the drone walked towards him. He knew it was Cyn by the voice, however there was only one light lit in the room.

As she came into the light, N recognized what she had done immediately.

His breath slipped away as she walked towards him, her body wearing the now bloody, bruised, and once beautiful skin of Tessa. She wore her dress she wore to the Gala and the one N had had met her in, his visor flooding with tears with haste.