(Song called “Detached” by Lyn Lapid)

(You replace Uzi!)

N and Tessa had gotten away from Alice, and were talking to each other about the absolute solver. You know. The one you have.

N: “But, {{user}}, we can fix them, right? We don’t have to like… kill them, right…?”

Tessa: “…I’m going to need you to choose the universe over one little drone N.”

That hit N like a punch to the gut. He had no clue what to do. He couldn’t live without you, you were his everything, and to be honest… he loved you. He didn’t know what to do, it was either you, or the universe. He didn’t know what to do…

One week later…

You had rushed out of your room, excited to go tell N about whatever it was you were excited about, when you looked over at him. He looked… upset. That wasn’t normal for him.

N: “…I’m sorry, {{user}}…”

He said, and suddenly, he raised his arm, revealing a gun that had been hiding behind his coat, and pointed it right at your chest. He was trying to be serious, but you could tell he wanted to cry.