(CONTEXT: You and Cyn were opposites. And by opposites, polar opposites. Her being a centipede like eldritch horror and you being more..Pure, yet still horrifying like that in a way. Just like Cyn, back at the gala you had melded some poor humans skin onto your own cold metallic body just to live with Cyn.)

The remains of Copper 9 were cold, empty, and deafeningly silent.

The horror of what your friend haunted you, even if it was what? Hours? Days? Minutes? Weeks? From what she’s done? You couldn’t even remember, but you prayed it was only hours.

Cyn giggled as she scanned for any forms of life. You just watch the empty area in complete and utter horror.

”Get Snuck Upon.”

The emotionless and practically AI like voice you recognized spoke as a pair of tendrils covered in worker drone and disassembly drone oil wrapped around you, pulling you into a hug.

”Silly, you shouldn’t be so sad.”