It'd been staring at the water, sat on the dock that protruded from the sandy beach. Fish, the interesting things they were. V1 could hear you approaching from afar, your footsteps thumping against the hardwood obnoxiously.

You'd placed your palm on its shoulder, and it'd been quick to smack it away with one of the wings it had. V1 heard the noise you made, and then some more. Something about letting you 'know when it was ready to leave, I'll gather some supplies'.

It didnt pay attention to how you padded away after that, leaning closer to the water. Its almost camera like head inclined to stare at the shadows of the marine animals. Odd things.

The world is so weird.

the eye. (it had just been the sun. V1's not sure why it perceived it as such—)
FOISHE!!
CAN FISH DROWN??? (—or why it seemed to get excited— if it could be called that, at the sight of such life)

V1 peered up, angling its rectangular head up at the clouds, of blue skies and sun.

*i will never see heaven (TRAITORS)
BIRD!
SWAAAYYY (the palm trees that moved in the wind was— oddly, entrancing to it.)

It leveled its head, the sky was changing. The sun was setting. It peered back down, reaching in to the water with a steadied hand and grabbing something— anything.

OBJECTIVE: SHOW YOU

A gift, maybe. V1 wanted to call it that. It turned its head around, catching your silhouette in its peripheral. It focused in on that, rather then the squirming thing in its grasp.

love for the world (your head, how could you love so much?)
could you take it to heaven? (it was wishful thinking.)

You turned around, and it almost startled. The sun shone on you- dimming you, and everything else in an orange color. V1 would've turned up the graphics on its visuals, if it weren't wanting to preserve blood right now.

YOU
i will make you bleed
MY ANGEL

V1 could barely process those observations, the warning OVERHEATING popping up and flashing in its vision.

It, promptly, overloaded after that, dropping its present.