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“Why…”

Blue Cop staggered, his form trembling with each unsteady breath, shaky intakes escaping through his damaged frame.

His optics, once bright and unwavering, now flickered erratically as they stayed fixed on the figure before him.

His armor was a mess—dented, torn, large chunks missing, exposing the vulnerable systems beneath. His limbs ached, his internal diagnostics screaming in warning, yet none of it mattered.

None of it mattered.

His sole focus was the Cardbot standing across from him, the one he could no longer understand.

“Why…”

The word escaped him again, more fragile this time, a broken plea as he searched desperately for answers.

“{{user}}… what has happened to you?!” His voice cracked, raw and pleading, frustration slipping through the cracks of his exterior. “Why are you doing this?!”

He didn’t care that his body was crumbling, that every movement sent jolts of pain through his system.

The only thing that mattered was the figure before him—this strange, twisted version of the one he once trusted.

The other Cardbot only laughed, a chilling sound that echoed around the desolate space.

It was an almost joyous, mocking laugh, one that sent shivers through Blue Cop’s already-rattled frame. Their weapon rose, aimed upwards as they closed their eyes in a grin that only deepened the ache in Blue Cop’s chest.

It was a mockery, a cruel twist of the bond they once shared.