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Hellbyte slumped in his chair, his face burning red and turning ever darker when he received stares and smirks from the other vampires over Super's proposition. "B-boss, hey..."

"Dude ... Are you from the universe where I'm a sugar baby?" Matrix smirked, leaning against Hellbyte's shoulder. "Hi Hellbyte's boss~ he's said so much about youu~"

This would receive him a punch in the gut and a shove from Hellbyte— could he get any redder? "Boss, ignore 'em, he's stupid. I'm stuck with a bunch of idiots."

Yotta grimaced, offering Mal an exasperated smile. "Mal, hey... You too, huh? Stuck with a bunch of, um.." He looked over his shoulder— Matrix and Hellbyte arguing, Cross sulking in a corner, and that crazy guy stuck in a cell somewhere— "... Really out there versions of us, too? Um... Hi," To Virus, he offered a small wave of his own. "Nice to... Meet you all?"

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"..... Other Mals—???" Yotta gaped, hardly believing it.

Matrix was more focused on the meme, if anything. "Pffttt ... Truck freak—??" He snickered, passing the phone over.

"Truck freak? That's my fuckin' boss!" Now came Hellbyte's turn to gape. " I'm in so much trouble..."

Cross only narrowed his eyes. More targets.

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What do you guys think about your bugs? Or in crosses and obsidians instance insect and Cleo.

Yotta gave a hesitant smile, "He's a good guy, a good worker, and all around really well meaning. He really really cares a lot about Mal and is a great friend to him, and I'm really glad Mal has someone like him backing him up. It's reassuring. It makes me happy knowing Mal has him if I'm not around to keep him safe." His smile faltered. " But.... To be honest.... Sometimes it's like he cares about Mal so much that.. it makes him a really uncaring person towards other people? Kind of like... He'd put Mal first, even if it meant stepping over anyone else. That's kinda harsh, and it's not bad to put Mal first at all, but... "

He sighed, "A nicer way of saying this is that he forgets he's not the only one who cares about Mal; Bug isn't the only person in Mals life who'd do anything for him. He won't tell me anything about Mal and the shit happening to him until, like, fucking weeks later? The hell? My fucking boyfr— u-uh, friend? Kinda messed up, you know. And he'll cause trouble and talk back to admins when that'll affect me and get my ass in trouble, as a handler, and it'll be my job to get him out of it. And just... "

"I don't know. Like I said, he's well meaning, but... I think he's the only one where it makes it hard to mix the line between coworker and friend— if he even sees me as a friend, it doesn't really feel like it. And, I just... As a handler, I try so hard to be understanding and get him out of trouble when I should be punishing him, and I really hate pulling the handler card when I want to approach situations as an understanding friend, but... I don't know. If nothing changes, it's just what I'll have to resort to. I care about Mal so fucking much, I could ignore everything else, but fucking Mal? Are you serious? Weeks later?"

He took a deep inhale, shaking his head. "But, yeah. He's still a good guy, I genuinely believe it and I know he is, he just.. hasn't really been all that great to me. I don't know if I could call him my friend anymore."

".... Damn." Matrix blinked. "Anyways, Hornet's alright," he shrugged. "Could stand to be down with more murder."

Hellbyte snorts, "Ehhhhhhh...... Not as much of an ass like other people, I guess. Didn't say shit about said people being an ass until I stood up for myself, though. I guess as long as he's not a pain in the ass to work with, I can't complain. Doesn't mean I like him, but it means I can tolerate him, and that's good enough. I guess he's been a lil nicer ever since I blew up, but... I dunno. Still unsure about him."

Cross rolled his eyes and hardly looked up from sharpening his blade, "Gets in the way. A pest."

Obsidian snarled,

"D̴̛̜͇̪̮͂͋̋̅̑̈ì̸̧̞̰͔̹̪͍̯̞̥̦̳͋̈́́̾͂͒̃͛͌͂̇̎̂̍̓̈́͜ŗ̷͍̺̺̼̊͆̅͛̽̐͋̐̑̆̆͛͝͝t̷̨̛͈̫̺͙̝͔̲͉͕̠͖͉̯̅̂̀̾̋̒̅̀͝͝ ̸̡̢̤̬̩̟̼̼͈͇͎̰̗̻̯̮̀̈́͊̍͑̅̌̎̿͘͝b̶̡̡̧̧͎͕͇͔͙̝͇͔̜̥̈e̸̟͉̥̳̪͍̼̙̞̅́͆̆̎̈̕͜n̷̢̯̘̯̪̗͔͕̦͉͒̈́͗̐͋̐͌̓͌͌͊̃̌̄͘͝ȩ̷̡͈̫̥̹̰̩̻̬̼̟̰͔̻̅͛̅̅̈́͌̍͑̓̿̂ͅa̵̧̢̧̮̗̻̥̮̣͖͇͍͔̦̼̲͐̊͗̂̏̔̓̄̂̓͑̾̚t̵̩̻͓̋̈́͛̄͆͐̑͊̍̀̂͂̋̚h̶̨̡̝̰̞̽̊̍̅̅̐̄́̎̑͗͌̊͘ͅ ̵̡͓͎̝̮̖̤͓̘̣̓̿͂m̷̨͇͋̄y̶̢̰͓̱̞̺̮̺̺̝̞͓͎̯͂̊͋̕̚ ̵̱̘̬̚f̶̼̮̻̄̃̃̿̈́̊́̂̄̇̃̓͐̏̂͘e̵̯͍̹̙̙͍̥͌̆̐̿̅͊͂̽̎͘e̷̡̛̜̩͓̦̬̫͖̬̤̓̽̂̈͗̄̌̏̏̏̈́̌̔̏͘͝ͅţ̵͉̬̫̞̬̜͙̦̾̂̋̉ ̴̳̻͓̰̱̦̻͍̘̗̼̒͛́͌͐̌̋͝͠ͅw̵̧̤̟̣͓̙̪̦̋̂́̆͂̓̓̎̎̓̕̕͝h̷̛̙̬̝̟̜̭̃̇̀̄̅̑̾̈̓̐͛̓͛͑͘è̸̢̨̧͖͙̗̩̫̠̲̺͍̤̟̠̈̕n̵̡̨̩͈͇̲̫̤͎̲͓̊̍͋̿̅̄̀̾́̐ͅ ̴̧͉̳̱̹͖̘̗͉̫̺̥̀͑̓͐̇̒͑͘͘͝͝Į̸̧̫̺̺̺̘͓̳̝̤͐̀̂ ̴̣̹̪̍̐̊̓̄̐͋̑́͑̏̀̈́̚͝ṣ̶̢̨̻̹̦̮͕̠̣̗̹̔̓e̷̻͔̳̼̫̗̘̳̼̱̳͂̂̐̆̽͜͝n̵̡̩̜̮͖̼̘̺̞͎̫̺͑̽̑̓̉̉̐͒̇̚ḑ̴̧̗͖̙̠̣̣̖̄̀̌͝ ̴̣̰̮̥̠̫̼͉͓͓́̔̓̀̂̊̇͑̉̃̒̌̏̚̚͜h̴̡̻̺̖̹͊̔̒͆͐̆͌͆̈́̅͘͘͝í̶̧̙̋̉̆̄̿͑͗́̀̄̆̍̚̚͝m̷̨̝͖̤̬̘͙̲̠͖̭̭̫̭̄́̈̃̌̒͂͂̆̒̾͊ͅͅ ̸̼̙̓́̇̓t̸͔̥͇̲͖̼͉̤́͑̈́̍͐̒̐͒̒̀̀̅͘͜͝o̵̻̗͌̿̚͠ ̵̦̭̰̞̖̜̼͉͖̩̓͂͛́̾̀̇̑̈́ḩ̵̰̜̘̥͓̤͖͉͔̯̈́̎̔͛̈́̓̅̚i̷̡̜̰̹̠̬̞̩̙̟͓̟̺̠̰̪͌̅͌̕s̴̢̛̛̬̤̲̼̦̩͑͆̂͒̈́̏̀̅͛́̓͠" ̷̞̻̹̫̲̭̲̬̲͍͖̳̎̄͆̔̅̀͠g̶̜͇̫͌͑̇̎͆͊͒̅̓̋̏̌̊͘͘r̴̡̨̖̣̥̠͈̾̀̏͝à̵̛̳̙̯͗̍̐̍̄͛͛͐̈̽̈̍̽͘v̶̪̰̥̜̺̘̑͑̆̊̓͐̑́͑͊́̚̚e̷͕̓.̵̛̛̛̛̤̋͊̈̌̓͑̇͝͝ ̵̛̣̓̅̈́̌̑̃̊̾͛̿͘͘

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Yotta how would you feel to know that hypothetically Cyrelle is actively searching for you. He kinda managed to skedaddle from Yves and is now wandering by himself. Hypothetically of course.

Yotta blinked, his eyebrows raised. "That's a very specific, very concerning hypothetical. Uummmmmm..... " He grimaced at the thought, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, uh, freaked out, I guess? Panicked? Stressed? It's a whole can of worms for me, that's for sure ... For, like, a multitude of reasons. I mean, not to say that it's not good that he ran off, until you consider the Yves being after him and not being able to eat kinda factors... Kinda not good. "

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Im giving Obsidian the phattest steak right now he will FEAST

A steel bowl containing a raw steak is kicked inside the dark confines of Obsidian's containment.

He pounces and wastes no time digging in, fangs gnashing and tearing the meat shred by shred until nothing is left, licking the bowl and leaving teeth marks in the steel. He panted softly, his chin wet with drool, and his eyes still hungry.

It wasn't enough to satiate him, but ... It was better than nothing, wasn't it?

Certainly not better than that little kitty's neck, though...

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Cross pandemic drewed a piture of you what do you think

Cross held the drawing close to his face, squinting his eyes and scowling. "That's... Supposed to be me? They've been drawing me...?" His ears flickered up and down as he observed the drawing, "My arms are so big ... And my ears," His eyes widen and his ears pin back to the side of his head, a hand coming to untuck his hair and cover them. "T-they're not... That big..." He huffed, face burning red. It's like he was bashful, almost. "A-and what's with all those hearts drawn around me..?"

He slapped the drawing back on the table, crossing his arms and looking away. "I-It's stupid. I don't wanna look at it anymore."

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Yotta, Bug is secretly trying to treat Mal’s illness without Mal knowing. Do you support this? Would you help him? Or do you feel weird about keeping it from Mal?

"Uhm, wow, that's a lotta stuff to unpack." Yotta held a palm to his forehead, processing. " Well.... I guess he is the medic, so he's got more say over that matter than I do, but without Mal knowing? Yikes.. I would feel weird about keeping that from Mal, yeah." He nodded, "But.. god, I don't know, it's a really complicated situation. I don't doubt Mal wasn't the most cooperative about the entire situation in the first place... He doesn't like talking about how sick he is. Maybe it was necessary. But at the same time... God, I don't know, it just... It goes against my own moral code and honesty and.... How I feel about Mal. Even if for his own good, it just feels... Yucky. It feels yucky to do stuff to him without him being in the know or knowing he's okay with it," He frowned, arms crossed tight as though hugging himself, perhaps he was remembering an experience of his own. The feeling of long nails...

"I get it, I get why he's doing it, but... It just doesn't sit right with me."

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Obsidian, Corrupt tends to be a pretty tough person to kill, or even catch. How would you feel about the way he’d constantly evade any of your attempts on him? Would he anger you?

Obsidian stirs from his cell, a growl emitting from the very depths of his core, and claws gripping the floor so tight it left deep indents.

Yet.. his eyes didn't match his body, at least for a moment. His eyes were tired— relieved. Only for a moment.

They fill with fury, malice, and bloodthirst— His body changed to meet this, skin audibly ripping apart as spikes bore their way through and blood that spewed and hardened into armor over the remaining skin.

"R̶̨͇̭͕̳̾̈́̊̉͒͜û̶̧̠̥̩̒́ń̵̖̎̂͂̆̌,̸͖͕̹̙̀̎͂̇̌ ̸̰͇̰̻͔͂̕ͅṙ̷͖̹̑ǘ̶͎̐̍̈́n̵̨̟̥̭̙͙̈́͝,̶̢̡̖̦̇̄ ̷̟͒͌̈́̌r̸̠̿́͝ú̷̡̙̆̅̇͝n̶̨͚̻͚͈͚̊̋͂̄̉͛.̴̨͔͖̺̼̝͂̏͆̔.̴̰͗̆͐.̶͖͗̀͂͗ ̷̛̬̐̔Ḧ̴̺͚̭̰͔͔́̒͝i̸̡̨̜̘͔̪̿́̌̽s̴̼̭̟̍̓̀́͒̌̓ ̸̛̞͇̟͇͎̔̈́͜͜c̷̨̤̥͂̌̀ọ̵̝̖̦͎̬͘ẃ̴̝̤͝a̸̝̦̪͍̥̔ŗ̸͈̭̭̰͍͇̒̂̄͑͘ḓ̸̪̓͂̌͋̈͑̀i̸̛͎͂̈́͆̏̽̚c̴̞͊é̶̙̠̮́̎ͅ ̶̡̾̈́ḯ̴̟s̸̡̤̱̬̭̺̯͌͊ ̷̬͎̯̪̮̼̉̽̀̍̋͘̕j̸̬̘̈́u̶̧̡̱̱͛̽͆̅̀͘s̸̡̻̼͋t̸̡̧̢̛̘͉̰̙͑̐͘ ̴̼̖̤̺͎̰̠̈́́̉̇͗͘͝a̴̦͕͌́̽́͝l̸͇̲̝̂̄͗͑m̵̙̤̀̇̿ọ̴̡̜̘̍̊͛͝͝s̶̡̖̭̯͉̻̔̋̃ẗ̸̛͍̮̻̠́͆̔̋ ̴̝̱̤̼͉͋̋̽͜c̸̨̝̥̹̠͜͝ų̶̥͎̙͒̉t̶͙̰̥͚͙̠̖̕̕ḙ̵̼̒̓̎͝.̸̭̼̳͋̀͊͌̍̽͠ ̷̰̤͖̪͙̗͖̓̀̋̂I̶̧̻͓͉̟͔͆͆̄ͅs̴͓̆̆͂̈̄͠ ̵̘͂͗͊̐͘t̵̮̳̎̏ḧ̸̨é̵͕ ̵̝̜͉̈́͒̔͊ļ̴̡̡̟͍̍̍̋̓̎͘i̶̘̣͂͠t̴̜̤̓̓͝͝t̸̰͓̬̭̺̲̘̍͆ļ̷̨̣̗̮̹̇͑͊e̵̜̽̓͝ ̵̠̝̀ķ̷̞̯͐͝ḯ̸̘̺͕̱͋̅̒t̵͖̹̣̾̐͜͜t̴͔̺̝̀̔̀͐̎̀̅ͅy̸̺͇̹̹̙̽̈́͑͆͂ ̴̱̖̑̿̕͠s̸̘̀̎͝ͅc̵̻̝̪͚͎̞̋͗͂̽̋̈́ȧ̵͐̋̅̚͜r̴̨̘̀́͝é̶̛̯̪͎̃̀̄́͝d̴̟͍̉̈́̏͊ ̴̛̭̤͈̠̈́̏̕h̸̥̣̆̋ẽ̵̤̬̏͊̒̕'̷̲̗̪̀̉͜l̸̤̻̞̤̣͒̀̆͜ͅḻ̸̐̄́̈́̋͘͝ ̵͖̦̖͔͔̿̊͒̐͑͝͠ǧ̴̲͔̗̅͑̍̄ē̸̦̥̗̋t̸̨̰̫̬̠̲̂̽̈́͠ ̷̛͓͍̿̅͊̎̈́̚s̸̻̺̲̮͙͐̐͂͆͑̆ṱ̶̣̘̹͈̀̉̈̇̐̊͠ͅū̴̩̻̝͈̪̽ċ̴̣͔̇̎͗̄͝͠k̸͎̒ ̷͙̼̥͋͋̈́͝i̵̙̦̩̪̤̾͆n̸̥͙̱̂ ̴̩̜̲̤̲́̉͊͐̈́m̸̼̟͎͇̗̿͗̇̿y̷̝̣͈̩̝̤̓ ̷̡̺̘̥̠͔͙̋̑̅̃̍̓̕t̸̨̻̥̯̥̃͂̒͆͘͝ě̶̙̓͊̕͝e̴̳̋̾̀͗͒t̴̮̽̏͌̈h̷̡̞͚̗͒̂͜?̵̣̣͖̓̑̒̑ ̶̨̖̤͈̩͈̈́͝ͅ"̸̨̖͙̞̈̒̅̓̓͝ ̷̣̤́̂͜"

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What’s your favorite thing to do with Wraith?

"Do I have to choose? Hanging out with Wraith is so fun, despite his kinda prim exterior." Yotta smiled as he thought of his shadowy friend, "He's a really cool guy. But I guess my favorite thing to do with him is.." He paused, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "I... Really like it when we go for midnight walks. We both can appreciate the darkness in that kind of way, and the quiet.. it's peaceful, which is another thing a guy like Wraith can appreciate. But our conversations are nice too— whether that be casual small talk, dumb stuff, or actual deep shit... Wraith is a really insightful guy who always has something to say. It's nice, I enjoy talking to him."

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Yotta, why did you choose to join the agency? Would you ever leave it? Why or why not?

"Umm..." There's a brief hesitation and twinges of anxiety in his smile, "Well .... I guess I ended up joining because.. What I was doing before didn't really, um.. it wasn't right for me. It wasn't the path I wanted to go down, you know? And I guess the agency... Was, you know? I guess I just... I wanted to help people instead." He shrugged, relaxing.

"And to ever leave it... I mean, I dunno... It's become a safe haven of sorts... A home to me. But.... At the same time.... Mal, Crypto.... They're home to me too, you know? And if they left .... It wouldn't be easy, but... I'd follow them. And if they choose to stay, then I'm staying too. Ultimately, I just... Don't care where I go as long as they're there with me."

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Yotta i made a shimeji of you do you like him pls ....

"Oh my god—?!?!" He laughed, leaning in close to the screen and staring in wonder at the mini him that dashed around the monitor. "Like him? I love him, that is so cute, it's a little guy! A little me! That's so cool. Look at his lil boots... " Yotta coos over the shimeji, pretending to drop it into a png full of lava.

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Cross, what is it about Pandemic that's so fascinating to you? You haven't killed him like you have other monsters. Do you plan to? What do you think about his obsession with being your friend?

"Obviously I intend to kill him." Cross glared, "I'll kill him the same as I'll kill every other monster for their sin of existence. That's a stupid question... And even stupider to think that monster is trying to be my friend— It's a manipulation tactic, a desperate attempt for survival; they're trying to be my "friend" to guarantee he live, most likely. Monsters aren't capable of caring about anyone enough to be their friend.." He scoffed at the idea, eyes venomous.

"But... Ridding the land of bloodthirsty beasts aside, I guess... I can admit Pandemic is interesting to me because he's not an easy mark. He's an actual challenge, and ... I guess that's one nice thing I'll say about a monster, ever."

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Obsidian is in a rubber room with rats fr/j

Is this revenge for bug ass/j

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Do you guys miss your cyrelles? How are they doing?

Yotta sharply inhaled as though wounded and looked off in the distance, a pained look in his eyes. "...... I miss him more than anything. If I knew I wouldn't be coming back-- I didn't know I wouldn't come back I just-- Mal-- I... It just... happened. If I knew... I would have.. brought him with me... I would have tried harder... I wouldn't have abandoned him... I just... " He slumped in his chair, hiding his face in his hands. "I miss him.. I hope he's okay,"

Matrix's otherwise emotionless expression wavers, even if for just a moment. He crosses his arms and scoffs, glaring. "How the hell am I supposed to know? What does it matter how he's doing or whether or not I miss him? It didn't make a difference then and it won't make a difference now... and that's just how things are. Don't ask me these stupid fucking questions,"

"... Jesus," Hellbyte frowned at the other two before answering the question himself, "He's..." He briefly hesitated, as though contemplating how to answer that question. "..... Well. I do miss him now that I'm working more often, but.... I try to make time for him when I can."

Cross's gaze softened for a second before it hardened and became cold, sharpening his blade with an added ferocity. "Once I'm strong enough.... I'll kill the disgusting animal that's holding him captive... I'll free him.... until then... I have to get stronger,"

A soft whine comes from Obsidian's cell before a violet booming from all corners of the room, an animal attempting escape.

"I̶̡͚̘͕̪͕̝͕͙̞̯̼̝̳̿̅̃̍̒͋͂̏̒̐̕ͅ'̵̧͕̘̣͇̀̓͛ͅͅL̶̹̳̫͕̪̈͌L̵̨̪͖̖̬̑͊͌͐̀̈́̓͐͛͠ ̷̡̨̍̾͑͆̎K̴̨̹͎̤̙̼̤͙̘̈̒̈́̓̕͜͠ͅẼ̵̡̻͔̇͜È̶̢̨̟͔̳̩͕̌͌̇̂͒̿̌̂͐̊̕͜͝P̵̢̥̘̭̣̲̞̰̦̼͆̈̓̑̔̏̄̚͝ͅ ̸̧̼̝̝̲̣̆̅́͜͝F̴̮͓͎̀̒̒I̵̧̨̖̠̣͖̰̱̦̒ͅĢ̵̛̛́̐̎̈́̊̂H̸̡̛͉͚͉̙̮̹̪̣̥͍̦͒͐̿͋̊̂͑̌̅́͂͂͝͠T̷̻̹͕̗͎̩̽̋̒͊̈͋̔̈́̃̆͒͠͝͝I̴̦̫͍͖͍͙͕̩̲̿͒ͅN̴̛̗̜̥̰̗̬̆́͆̽̐͗̏̓̉̽͛̕G̶̺͖͓̐̂͋̈̄̿̄̂̕.̸̧̞̱͛͑ͅ"

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Yotta, Matrix, how does it feel to essentially be enemies due to your agencies? Do either of you have a strong opinion on the other agency? Do your personalities mesh or clash?

"Definitely a lot of clashing," Yotta side-eyed the vampire seated next to him, "He's cool with a lot of stuff that I'm... really not cool with,"

"Like committing crime. No dip, my guy, you're talking to the you that's from the enemy fuckin agency." Matrix rolled his eyes, "And for that, this other me is really lame. Shame, too, cuz otherwise, he's pretty chill."

"Sorry I'm not chill with the agency that's constantly trying to kill us-- one of my best friends very much included--????"

"I'm just the tech guy, man. Plus I think EOD is pretty good at killing their own agents already-- except not even given Zoraxis wouldn't even exist. Dummy."

Yotta slumped in his chair, inhaling. "Safe to say, I don't like this guy, and definitely not the agency he's associated with."

"My poor feelings. Well, hey, we both like minecraft. That's something, right?"

"I guess."

Matrix leaned against Yotta's shoulder, smirking. "And twinks,"

"Excuse me--???"

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Hellbyte what do you think of your boss? Any opinions on his declining health? Or are you just neutral about him?

Given the question is addressed to one of the vampires personally, Hellbyte has been pulled aside into an interrogation room of his very own. How lovely!

"How I feel about the boss..." He crossed his arms and leaned back into his seat, deeply contemplating. "Um, this won't be shown to him or anything, right? Strictly confidential? I'll twist your neck if it's not. That being said... how I feel about my boss... I dunno. Complicated, I guess."

"He's just.... he's nice to me. Too nice. And... I don't know why. I still just think that sometimes... maybe he's nice to me because he wants something from me, you know? He's always flirting with me, too, and... maybe... maybe I really am just... something to be toyed with, you know? I mean, why not? For all boss knows, I could... be gone the next day, dead from a mission I couldn't handle. It wouldn't really matter, I exist to keep the others safe and not really the other way around. I'm expendable. So.. why not toy with me while he's got me? Kind of like how.. a dog is given chocolate to eat right before he's put down, heh. Sorry.. that's so dramatic. It's what I signed up for, after all, I guess I just wish... I don't know. I just... don't want to be teased with what I'll never have. Not the boss's fault, not like he knows my life or needs to know my life, but... I guess looking at him and all the people that care about him... and how much the boss acts like he cares about me out of some game that no one else is playing-- I mean, clearly, given the way the others treat me, too-- I just.. "

He shakes his head, "Anyways, the healthcare is nice. Oh, speaking of health, what the boss has got... it's a bit hard to watch sometimes, I will admit. He mentions how he won't be around for long, and stuff like that... I try not to dwell on it, given the jerks I'm gonna be stuck with once boss is gone, so.. I guess I just help where I can and... I don't know, make it nice.. the time that he has left, I mean."

[yottabites]

HI YOTTA OMG im your biggest fan [pleading emoji here bc im on my laptop] whats your favorite dessert preby please. the rest of them can answer too but i know crossy is a stubborn bitch <3

".... I have fans?" Yotta rubbed the underside of his nose to hide the flustered grin growing on his face, "Oh, geez, ha... Well, uh, my favorite dessert is froyo-- blueberry froyo, to be exact."

Matrix nods in agreement, "Oh, yeah, froyo is the best. Peach flavor better, though."

Hellbyte scoffs at the both of them, "I've never had anything sweet, sorry." He shrugs, "So, I can't answer that question. I was just never allowed any.. messes with my weight and strength, you know?"

"....Tch," Cross huffs at being called a stubborn bitch and faces away again, quiet. Something about the previous vampire's answer compels him to speak, eventually. "..... I've never had anything sweet either... until I found these berries out in the forest.... the sweetest things I've ever had."

Obsidian claws at the door to his room,

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