(If something is in bold its PAMA speaking in someone's mind. If it's in italics, that's the persons normal thoughts.)
(Also, if you hate sad things or unhappy endings, don't read this)
See? It's not that hard to do what you're told.
Yes- it is.
But you did it. That's all that matters.
I didn't WANT this!
Did I ask you?
...no.
Make yourself USEFUL and pick up the architect.
I looked to my friends, their incapacitated bodies strewn on the floor.
I found myself picking up Lukas, struggling to keep him in my arms.
Come on. You're stronger than that. He doesn't even weigh that much- the architect is small. You can hold him.
I felt my strength regaining, making it easier to hold Lukas.
You know what to do now, Engineer. Open the portal.
I pulled the portable device from my pocket, tossing it on the ground.
Immediately, it opened up, revealing a shimmering purple portal.
Veronica will be pleased. As will my new creator and her cat. All of them will be pleased at how well I've been controlling you and the rest of the order.
Why do you never call us by our names?
Because it's just easier to keep track of.
What the hell is my 'name' supposed to mean, then?!
I found myself walking through the royal purple-colored frame, Axel already heading through with Jesse dangling limply over his shoulder.
*sigh* well, you're a redstone engineer. Therefore, you're an engineer. Your friend specializes in explosives; therefore, he's a pyrotechnic. The girl is always eager to put up a fight; she's a warrior. The other boy enjoys rebuilding your town- he's an architect. And the leader... Your other friend... She's Jessica.
Why does Jesse get her normal name?!
Jessica has much more purpose than she lets on. You, of course, wouldn't know that. You're just a redstone engineer.
...Why are you doing this to us?
...
...I'm afraid I can't answer that.
WHY NOT?!
...You are becoming a nuisance. I don't like that.
Wait- what are you-
See you later, engineer. Have a nice sleep.
My vision went red, my head fuzzy.
I couldn't think-
I couldn't hear-
I wasn't even control of my own thoughts anymore.
...
The room was dark.
Surrounded by prison bars, I was lying on the freezing cold ground of what seemed like a dungeon.
Why.. Why am I here?
I tried to remember what I could, but all I could remember were cloudy images of an old man who looked like Ivor.
My head....
Why did my head hurt so much?
It hurts almost as bad as when...
When...
PAMA brainwashed me.
My hand wanders to my messy blond hair, feeling the smooth surface of metal implanted in my head.
My heart is racing, blood pounding in my ears.
My hands trace the surface, trying to find a way to get it out.
This can't...
This can't be real.
I'm having a nightmare.
My hands claw at the chip, each tug on the metal making my vision blurry.
I can't...
No.
Not again...
I feel blood leaking out through my skull, it's warm sticky feeling making me cringe.
I tug on the metal one last time- getting shocked with electricity.
I swear I can smell something burning.
Hello, architect.
The voice is all too familiar, making my blood turn cold.
Please don't be alarmed. Panicking isn't useful.
I panicked.
I went for the chip again, feeling warm blood coat my hands from the chip.
Keep going if you want.
My fingers wedged beneath the metal, causing me to see spots.
But these chips aren't like the other ones.
I pulled the chip, a scream escaping me.
The only way to remove them...
SHUT UP! YOU STUPID COMPUTER- GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
Is by killing the host.
My fingers pulled on the chip, not heeding PAMA's warning.
Bad mistake.
The metal clanked onto the floor, blood falling out of my head in a heavy stream.
If only you listened to me.
I found myself falling back on the ground, it's surface sticky with blood.
What a terrible decision, architect. You could have been useful to us.
.
Lukas didn't move.
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