It was his birthday. A day of celebration, and fun. But.. Not really. TC sat alone, in his room. He held a sole cupcake in his hand. Gingerly, as if it'd crumble if he applied too much pressure to the precious baked item.

He was supposed to be celebrating his first year of being created, and yet.. It didn't feel like it. "Happy birthday.. To me."

He mumbles, his lens dulling significantly in color as he watched the candle flicker, and burn out.