an-interview-with-j1janedoe

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what's happening now? Are you functioning?

[⚙️]-- " .. I am alive. in hiding as of now. Simply in the shadows. "

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" ... I'll admit it now. I somewhat did remember Tammy. And I wish I could undo what I've done. "

" Her death was the most peaceful of my former 'targets,' as of now. A small, sorrowful dance — ending as quickly as it started. I made it quick for her. "

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How is your body? Physically, how are you feeling? Is everything alright? Is anything broken? Are you injured?

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" He thinks I'm dead, for now. Otherwise.. I will- .. heal with time. I don't know how to describe it.. but. If that's what pain feels like, "

" .. I don't know how I feel about being a machine made to inflict it. "

" if I have to be specific. My face is visibly damaged, and one of my eye's internal functions are exposed. The exposed internal machinery currently runs down to where my jaw would begin. There is damage to my arms and torso that has been bandaged up. I am waiting for the wounds to close and for my mildly broken arm to heal. "

She sighs heavily, a look of regret on her 'face.' Yet, it's also a grateful look. Grateful for not being dead once more. Even with her difficulty of seeming more human, and expressing herself. "J-1" doesn't dare to smile just yet.

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Hello, how are you feeling? What are your surroundings? Do you know where you are?

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" .. I- I have been told that this is my old home. Before I became this. I don't know what I feel. I'm- I am not.. used. To feeling these kinds of things. "

" I am in an.. old bedroom of sorts. Two beds. A drawer in between them, in front of the window. It's.. warm. Familiar. "

" .. he's here, too. Despite it all. "

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Long time no see, J-1. My, what a predicament you're in. Old house, old bed. Look around, you know where this is if I'm correct.

- You might know who this is.

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Sorry for lack of art and posting in general this week, I basically had minor mouth surgery yesterday and am currently recovering

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[⚙️]—

" S— Shi t— "

" .. Where- wh e re a- am I— "

She winces, putting a hand to her head; noticing the newly placed bandages on her torso & face .. Then immediately trying to get up. Unfortunately letting out a small yelp as she realizes that pain, oddly, seems to actually be a problem for her now. Falling back onto the oddly familiar bed she woke up in.

.. it's still raining outside.

[an-interview-with-j1janedoe]

Be safe, you guys. No matter what, you will always be loved, and nothing can take that away. We'll get through it together, I promise. Take care of yourselves n' kick up some happy feels with your favorite media or something that makes you happy. <3

🫡

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Can we get a status update, J-1?

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J-1, what is your favorite accessory if you have one?

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" ... flower crown, "

She mumbles from the other side of a closed door. Her voice rather reluctant as it seeps through the crack beneath it.

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You did the right thing, not being able to bring yourself to kill him, there

I'm not sure if you'll be safe back to those headquarters, though.

Don't go back.

You did the right thing, you did well

Unfortunately, you're simply met with a door in your face. She seems to be trying to somewhat distance herself in the case of rebooting & reverting back to a simple machine that follows it's coding.

There's something just barely heard from the other side, but you can't put your finger on what it is..

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...

There seems to be a hat left on the ground, with the sound of footsteps in the distance as if someone had ran away from something. Pairing the footsteps, there's the sound of a small object made of metal clanking. Like a blade of some sort being thrown, or dropped on the ground. Maybe even some smaller footsteps follow after if you listen closely.

She couldn't do it .

Thank god.

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" ... "

She was about to take a step forward, but stops with a rather confused looking blink. There's a sense of familiarity she can't deny.

Just like the boy had probably hoped, there's visibly some kinda spark of familiarity flickering in her eyes as the green darkens to a much more softer look. Unable to be truly repressed down.

" .. I'm- I don't understand— I- "

She's trying her best to hold her composure. Taken aback from the sudden conflict in her mind.

🐑 - ``. . .``

🐑 - ``oh.``

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What do you think of the colour green?

She'd say it's a familiar color. Can't put her finger on why, though.

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Yet, she still does nothing. Visibly hesitating with an expression that seems to be repressed guilt. Just. Tightly gripping her knife with shaky hands. Whatever she's expressing seems to be genuine. Something human.

" .. I don't have the option to choose. It's my job. What I was recreated for. "

" I'm sorry. I didn't want this to happen, either. "

🐑 - ``. . .``

🐑 - ``oh.``

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[⚙️]—

" .. I assume you can guess what I am here for. "

She seems. Reluctant in contrast to her usual "no hesitation." So, she just quietly stands in place.

🐑 - ``. . .``

🐑 - ``oh.``

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