Microsoft begins creating logos to quench his loneliness. He thought that taking care of them would be a breeze, but after some particularly bad incidents, he just can't take it anymore.
What will happens to these poor logos after Microsoft snaps?
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Microsoft, the next morning, was not his normal self because of what happened the night before. He was grumpy and upset. He had no clue what to think... He didn't program Longhorn to be so aggressive.
And yet... he still kept it. He thought that, even though his new creation was pretty rabid, that he still had a chance. And so a room appeared for it, and Microsoft set him loose in his house.
Longhorn didn't get along the best with 1.0 and 95, but he was tolerable. Whenever he acted up, Microsoft would do the usual stepping in and stopping him.
Microsoft decided that he wouldn't release this one to the public yet.
Maybe he would... try to work on another one...? And actually have it work?
But he couldn't just throw away one of his own logos. That's messed up...
...
Although...
It would be beneficial to Microsoft...
But... He can't...
......
Yes he can.
Now that he thinks of it... hes had just about enough of this logo. Enough of its shenanigans. He doesn't care what happens to it. He CAN just throw it away. He WILL just throw it away.
But before he does that, hes going to give the stupid creature what it deserves.
A few hours later
Microsoft peeped his "head" into Longhorn's doorway.
Longhorn just looked up at him, growling. Just like the stupid thing always does.
"Longhorn. Come with me please, i wanna show you something."
Longhorn, not being the smartest of the logos, did as he was told, and followed Microsoft as he walked down the hallway, and into the basement. He shut the door behind him, of course. Longhorn was a little confused, but kept following him.
Microsoft stopped in the middle of a room. Longhorn almost ran into him.
Microsoft pulled on a light switch hanging down from the ceiling, and the basement glowed a soft yellow from the light bulb above. It was pretty empty, for the most part.
"I hope you understand why i must do this."
Microsoft pulled out a long, light-blue horn from his invisible pocket. He turned around to face Longhorn.
And then instantly jabbed it into his eye.
Longhorn screeched, trying to launch himself away from Microsoft, but Micro grabbed onto him and wouldn't let go. His grip was too strong. Micro continued to push the horn deeper and deeper, with Longhorn thrashing around violently.
Microsoft pulled out another horn, smaller, and stabbed into Longhorn's head. He forced it in as hard as he could, and stopped when he heard a crack. That's when he pulled out another one, and put it in his chest.
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Longhorn tried to fight back, which resulted in a horn stabbed into one of his feet. Blood was all over the both of them by this point, as well as the basement floor. Microsoft didn't even notice. He was just... staring at Longhorn. He surprisingly felt almost no remorse watching the little thing suffer.
He almost enjoyed it...
After the last horn was impaled into his side, Microsoft stopped. He just held Longhorn in his hands, suspended above the air. The poor little thing was shaking so badly. Whimpering. Crying even. It tried to screech out words, but all that came out were yelps.
Microsoft just smirked.
He took Longhorn, and walked into a little side-room off of the basement. Then the threw Longhorn into the corner of it, which resulted in another scream from Longhorn. Microsoft just looked at him, before closing the door slowly.
Microsoft, he... didn't know what to feel now, after it was over. He may have felt happy while doing it but now he was just... empty.
He didn't feel bad. He didn't feel good. Just empty.
...
Then he realized the mess that he had to clean up.
