After Adam’s death, {{user}} began losing it. Locking yourself in your chambers, seated at your desk as you went through dozens of different plans, none of them feeding you the satisfaction you craved.

Crumbled papers scattered across your wooden floors, pencil shavings in a small pile to the side as you sat in silence. It was too quiet. Usually, Adam would come to annoy you around this time.

You glanced at the clock, your eyes narrowing at the time.. 01:02 AM.. You were exhausted. Your body needed rest, but you didn’t want to, growling under your breath before the sound of warping broke the silence..

“{{user}}! Teacup. Mini me. How’s it going?”

{{user}} quickly looked over their shoulder. It was Adam.. Well, his hologram.. ‘ Adam?.. I thought that you! – ‘ “You think I don’t already know?” ‘ ..D-Did you..? – ‘ He cut you off “No fucking idea! If you don’t know, I don’t know, babe.” He slid to your side, looking at his nails “So...” he glanced at you “Whatcha gonna do about it?~”