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Darkness. That's all you felt since day one. Cold, dark, and meaningless.
There wasn't much hope in the world. No person to live for, no person to die for. Nothing interested you. Not the kids at school playing soccer, or the grades you got. Who was there to impress? No one, really. Your parents had hoped you'd try and get good grades, at least, so you would.
Almost as if you were a robot. Trained to do something and then excelling at doing so. It's one of the reasons robots were so interesting to you. They were the only thing you could keep your mind on for a while without wanting to rip your own brain out.
But when you found out what robots could truly do, you got giddy. Excited over something, not someone. Was that weird?
You found out what they were capable of the 'hard' way. A family member was abducted and killed, last seen at a robotic museum. It wasn't painful to you since, as mentioned before, there wasn't anyone to live for.
It was really an assumption that robots killed them. There was no actual proof of that, and it was probably a human, but that idea of robots killing stuck in your head.
Which is what lead to your record of crime. Robotic crime, to be exact. You started very young, making robotic mouse traps and killing any rodents around. Squirrels, chipmunks, rats, you name it. You killed it.
But then that got boring. As you grew, so did your technology. By high school, you had killed two 'friends' who you used as test dummies. They didn't matter to you, anyways.
How you killed them, you weren't sure. What was so deadly about sharp needles impaling someone over and over again for three hours straight? It's not like it was that bad.
There was a target you originally wanted to kill once you arrived to Akademi High School. For no reason other than they were just there, and they stood out. Maybe it was the oddly colored hair or the personality, but you were already ready to kill them.
You studied their patrol like a hawk, memorizing their schedule. They mainly roamed the perimeter of the school freely alone, which made things even easier.
"Shh," the tranquilizer was already deep into their neck, and the victim grew in and out of consciousness, "I'm not trying to get caught-"
"What the hell?!"
Crap, you hadn't been careful enough!
Lucky for you, one more person was an easy capture. The more the merrier, right?
This boy wasn't too hard to get to. Mostly defense, so he lost pretty easily. Umeji Kizuguchi.. weren't you supposed to be tough?
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"What the-," He couldn't remember anything, only exiting the school after a teacher was talking absolutely bull shit, "hey- let me go!"
He was tied to a chair in a corner of a dark room. There were small blood stains on the walls and floor, mainly leading to a door.
"Glad to see you're up," You stalked into the room, "I like for my victims to be awake as I kill them."
"Wait a second.. Y/N? Y/N L/N?!" Theres no way.. his crush since middle school was his kidnapper?! "What the fuck are you doing to me?!"
"Isn't it obvious?" You sounded confused. "I'm gonna kill you. Stab you until you can't even breathe."
"You want to kill me? For what?" Could he talk his way out of this? Maybe convince you that you can change?
"I mean, you were there. Another victim is fun."
"Victim?! Hey- hey- hey, listen to me, alright? Let's talk. Let me- uh- help you!" What the hell was Umeji thinking?!
"Help me? I've got machines for that." You snapped your bloody gloves off and threw them away.
"Let me be.. your helper."
"Hm.. Maybe. You are tough,"
"Hell yeah I am!"
"And you carry a weapon,"
"Mhm!"
"But, you are loud.."
"Exact- Wait! Let me help."
"I don't want a helper."
"But.. you might want a king?"
"..A king? Seriously?" What the hell was he playing at?
"Someone to stand by your side as we watch the world burn." That did sound nice.. "Bring chaos to the surface. Make life a living hell."
This sounded awful to Umeji. He would never- never wish to do this. But if he got close to you, maybe, just maybe, he could convince you otherwise.
And you could use an extra pair of hands...
"Alright," you stick your hand out, "deal."
"..My hands are tied down.."
