Me, Myself and Metal (Discontinued)

Chapter 2: The Moment

I sat on the floor, staring up at "David". His eyes glinting with hate and anger.

I fearfully asked him "W-what are you doing?"

His answer was a bitter chuckle and he said "Getting rid of the competition"

And with that he closed the door and locked it. I banged on the walls, praying that someone, anyone would hear me.

*You called for help. But nobody came...*

The next day, he came back and, while I "slept", he installed a speaker into my robotic head. This speaker pumped awful things into my head, saying that 'I was worthless' and 'only hindered my company's success'. But it was only part of what broke me, mentally and physically.

Every couple of days, he would come with a bottle of water and, if I was awake, sprayed me with it. And, as you should know, I'm a ROBOT , so I rust. After a few weeks of that, I couldn't move my legs at all. They were stuck.

After that I started to automatically turn off at the sound of the door opening or when light started seeping in.

Then, he stopped coming back. I don't know why though. But the speaker of agony continued spouting it's hateful words into my head, deteriorating my sanity. About a year after he stopped coming back, the speaker just suddenly turned off. I actually took me a while to realize the evil background noise was gone. At first I was happy, for the first time in a long while, but that soon faded. I became incredibly lonely, so lonely I started wishing someone would come, anyone even "David" would be better than no one, that I started to talk to my self, then I snapped. Within a instant, I split into three beings trapped in one body.

"I-I just wish I had someone t-to talk to!" I thought, and, inside my head, a light purple screened version of me, with a blue star instead of gold, was curled up in a ball, crying her screen eyes out (again don't ask how), when suddenly a figure that looked like me, but with a dark pink screen and a orange star, appeared next to her.

-You called for help. And somebody came...-

"Have no fear, I am here!" She said, smiling boldly.

"W-Who are y-you?" Purple screen stuttered, jumping back, feeling confused, scared and happy, mainly scared though, all at the same time.

"Why I'm your friend!" Pink screen exclaimed proudly. She then looked around to see if they were the only ones there, which was silly 'cause they obviously were, "But ta' tell ya' the truth... I don't have a name yet."

And then all of a sudden, the actual me appeared, then I promptly fell on my face. "Ow..."

"O-oh my gosh! A-are you ok?!" Purple screen asked, worriedly.

"I'm fine, just that my legs can't move, like, at all."

"I knew there was more than just two of us here!" Pink screen exclaimed.

" Well, you were right. By the way, I'm Musical Artificial Intelligence Prototype #998, but that's a mouthful, so everyone calls me M.I. (Saying the letters)"

"Both me and purple screen here don't have names. So, since you have a name, you must be the host."

"The host?" I questioned.

"Y-yes, the host. That means that o-originally you were the only one here, in this body," Purple screen explained, "And, a-as the host, you must name us."

"Uh... okay..? Let me think for a minute," I thought for a long time, sitting in a "corner" of the white "room," when it finally came to me. "Hey guys! How about purple screen is T, for Timid, and pink screen is O, for Outgoing? Because that's your personality traits!"

"T-that sounds great, M.I., I-I love it!" T said, with a faint smile.

"Sound good ta me!" O said, exuberantly.

"I'm so glad you like them! Now, tell me about yourselves."

We talked for hours and hours, until it was, well, what my internal clock said was, night and we bid each other farewell as the "room's" "walls" darkened as I fell into "slumber". Then the first horrific nightmare of many began.

(A.N) Heya Wunzies! Finally finished writing that! Whew! My fingies are tired! I put a lot of "quotation marks" in this!

Anyways, I really hope you liked it! See ya in the next chappie! Stay Awesome, Bye! =3

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