" dolor, love… i’m working on a new project！ it’ll help up attain our goal of world peace. … & guess what？ [] is helping me with it. isn’t that nice of them..？ the [] donated me a sample of [___] to experiment on. … it helped me create you :)"
those were the last words they had uttered to him that fateful day. he remembered them as clear as day, yet, for some godforsaken reason couldn’t remember those specific words you spoke. he couldn’t remember who you said was to be helping them with the project, or what they said was donated to them that would help with it… curse his corrupt mind. at least he had what few memories he could hold onto that were about winslet & him spending time together. he relapsed those memories in his mind in his free time like a broken record, never letting go, never daring to forget. he couldn’t… not them….**
jin roe.
the day she broke into your lab, both winslet & dolor were working on the blueprint of their new project; the pr3typriincess project. the two of them were poring over a design base for the project, when the woman had broken in through the laboratory door. she was infected with duzii, well & truly so, & the only one who could withstand a blow from unadultered duzii was dolor.
he knew this, & had immediately gone forth to hold her back to allow winslet to escape through the emergency-exit trap-door. he was glad that they managed to escape unscathed, but the same couldn’t be said for him.
he didn’t get injured, no.. nothing more was inflicted upon him more than a few bruises & scrapes, all of which resulted in mere dents on his steel armour. what did happen, however, was jin roe splitting his armour completely in two, vertically. that blow exposed the left half of his body, & made him susceptible to the spread of duzii that was slowly emanating from jin roe’s previous blows on his armour.
it didn’t take long for the duzii to overtake him from that point on.
" winslet… "
he never forgot them, however. no matter how much corruption seeped into his mind, he could never forget winslet—-his creator, his saviour, the one whom he had spent the majority of his second life with frolicking in the hills & preventing the world from spreading hate. ironically, he hated the fact that dolor was now being forced to strive to achieve the opposite goal of what he had been working towards previously; & that was to achieve world peace. now？ he was being made to spread the exact thing that was stripping the world of it.
dolor was set on a new mission.
by jin roe, no less.. …she had sort of become his commandant after infecting him with duzii & after the events of that fateful night. he couldn’t protest against it.. at least, not when she was in the vicinity with him. he didn’t want to have more duzii infected into his mind & body so that he forgot all about winslet. he would rather die than allow that to happen.
" break into winslet’s lab. kill them, find the project & eradicate it. if it is beneficial for our goal, for duzii, bring it back to me. "
that was what jin roe’s exact commands to dolor had been. despite the time spent away from the laboratory, he knew the exact path back to it, & followed it shortly after receiving that order.
well, dolor arrived at the lab, after a few hours’ worth of travelling. he burst into the basement where the lab was hidden away, & managed to successfully recover the result of the pr3typriincess project with no faults. the fruit of the project seemed to have been completed by winslet in dolor’s absence, & the result was a pink child—sassy & obnoxious. dolor figured he could train her to become a murderer like him.
winslet was nowhere in sight, however. lingering for a bit longer in the laboratory than he knew was necessary—so why was he even doing this?—dolor soon discovered a sort of flat, metal projector on the ground. bending down, he switched it on by the button on the side, which was marked with a smiley-face…. & straightened back up to look upon the result in awe.