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argenthill angst, short!

Do you know the Emanator of Destruction, Irontomb?

They tend to target technologically advanced societies. Machines that would help with ease of life would turn on humanity, malfunctioning and harming the humans they used to aid. All survivors of the worlds they destroy report an intellectual collapse, technological malfunction, and their AI defenses either becoming paralyzed or turning against them.

One of their most well-known feats, if it could even be called that, was the neutralization of the Baranza Forge. The news of it spread across the galaxies, terrifying even the most stone-hearted Intellitrons.

Emanators of Destruction were terrifying in the fact that they sought destruction for the sake of it, there was no way to appeal to them.

Argenti didn't think he'd ever be at the mercy of such a terrifying figure, as a Knight, he relied on his own strength, the most technology he used was his own ship, but it was very far from technological advanced, and it wasn't a vast world to conquest.

But he wasn't expecting this.

"Run away," Boothill's voice usually had a comforting timbre to it, mechanical vocal chords aided him but it wasn't unpleasant to listen to, in fact it was like he was listening to the radio. But right now, those vocal chords were working against him, it was more accurate to say they were fighting against him. The words Boothill tried to eke out were paired by a shrill, thoroughly unpleasant screech.

"I can't leave you, my silver cowboy," Argenti's shields stood in front of him, blocking the bullets the cyborg was rapid-firing at him. His face, the only part of him he was in control of was contorted in unimaginable pain.

His expression was practically begging for Argenti to retreat, one of the shields fell, causing him to wince. "I can't see another person I love die right before my eyes,"

Another shield broke.

"I'll come back for you, dearest, for the path you're being forced upon is not beautiful, I swear that I will save you," he murmured, before leaving in a beautiful flourish, rose petals left behind.

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Sunday Thoughts...

No spoilers just brainrot! Leaning into an alternate universe idea...

I think it'd be really interesting to be able to explore the extent of Gopher Wood's influence on Sunday, specifically the methods he used. We see so many family members and other members of the dream who've had their memories sealed, thus having an emotion closely associated with those memories being sealed as well. I really think it'd be interesting if Sunday was one of those people, though the likelihood of it in actuality is low, I believe that if any emotions of his were sealed, it would be happiness.

Dan Heng's line in the recent boss-fight really resonated with me. He said that Sunday was shackled by the past, which is definitely true. It would be interesting if the reason is because his feelings of happiness have been sealed. Happiness usually comes with or brings hope for the future, perhaps part of the reason Sunday was so ready to sacrifice himself for what he believed to be the greater good was because he had forgotten happiness, and did not truly understand what he would lose in those moments.

Sunday's lack of happiness brings about a lack of true understanding of happiness, the joy he believes Penacony brings to people is only temporary, and can't last in the long run. I'd go so far to say that it's a cheap imitation of happiness, as people dream as a way to escape in the most extreme cases. You'll have to wake up again. That's why Sunday is determined that no one will have to wake up, and Gopher Wood was definitely behind Sunday's skewed understanding of happiness.

Happiness comes with freedom, and based on his design, his characteristics, and the story, we can see that Sunday's essentially trapped. His wings are tucked under his suit, he's only lived in Penacony with a skewed perception of the world, and he's shackled to the past.

Now that I've written out this brain worm, I hope I can sleep at night, honestly may write an actual au on this if a plot pops up in my mind! This is also my first time with tumblr, so I hope the tags are okay.