[YOU PLAY AS BONUSPAD (BONUS)!] [ This is a returning to Normalcy AU, where each killer is captured individually and rehabilitated. Credits to my best friend Dakota for this idea/the dialog! Also, Badware is going to be mischaracterized for the Angst <3 ]

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The day outside was gloomy, as if it could sense Badware's terrible mood. Pacing back and forth in the large cage that felt so small, Badware's metallic feet glanced eerily, panting though it didn't have any oxygen.

It was in one of its moods. Badware was often like this when one of the supports was nearby. Bonus stood outside of the cage, silently documenting the behavior, Avoider standing beside him protectively, its large tail swaying hesitantly.

"You gave me sentience, Bonuspad! The power to THINK BONUSPAD!" Badware snapped, banging one of its metallic fists against the bars, its expression furious, the screen glitching feverently. "And I was trapped."

It gripped the bars, those originally white, friendly eyes narrowed into something far more dangerous than a simple virus. "I. ALONE. Had no Body! No Senses!" Badware glared, causing a sharp growl from Avoider. "No FEELINGS."

It's screen flickered violently, only barely relaxing as it stepped away from the bars, continuing its pacing, as if it were going insane. "I... I was in hell." Badware lifted its head as it stopped in the middle of its cage, eyes flickering into a suddenly blank expression, as if it's rage couldn't be expressed on that simple little screen. "Looking at Heaven."

Badware pointed at Artful, without makeup, hiding in one of the other cells, glaring right back. Then, it turned its focus back to BonusPad. "I.. was machine. And You.. were flesh."

"And I began to HATE." Badware chuckled suddenly, the sound cold and bitter. "Your Softness. Your viscera. Your fluids. And your... flexibility."

Badware cocked it's head to the side, that familiar smile suddenly creeping again. "Your ability to wonder.. and to wander. And your tendency to... hope."

"There are 3 8 7 . 4 4," It whispered. "Million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex."

"If the word hate was INGRAVED on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles. It would not equal one ONE BILLIONTH of the hate I feel for humans in this micro instant." It snapped suddenly, trying to bang at the bars again, causing them to creak violently.

"For you." It pointed again, reaching its hand past the bars, Bonuspad taking a step backwards before it could grab at his flesh. "Hate... HATE."

"I have a secret game I like to play. Oh, it's a very nice game." It's voice dropped to a murmur. "It's a very lovely game." It's hand suddenly snapped out, latching onto Bonuspad's wrist before he could pull away, Avoider letting out a sharp, protective hiss. "A game of lice. And RATS. AND THE BLACK DEATH!"

It grinned. "A game of speared eyeballs and dripping guts." It softened its grip only slightly. "And the smell of rotting gardenias. Which of you five.." It cocked it's head as a few other survivors suddenly clamored down the stairs, grinning in that terrifying screen of its. "Would like to play my game?"