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12/20/2015 1:31:49 AM
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*Hugs tightly back, quite literally one that's fighting for life. I speak, soft and pained.*
I don't know anymore...
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You're Ben...nothing will change that
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*Spams again, and stands up. I push you away* I'm Unit 32. I think you are under the incorrect impressio- *spams again, this one longer than the rest* Please... I'm dying... Help...
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*I press my head against yours, the gold glowing in my hair, it began to wind itself through your hair
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*collapses, mind blank. Unit 32 left... At the cost of my own consciousness. But somewhere, deep in my mind, it might still remain... A faint golden glowing remains at the end of my hair strands*
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Ben?*I whisper in concern*
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*unmoving, my body lies there. It begins to get cold. My finger twitches at specific intervals. My heart beat is rapidly slowing... Some life remains. Barely any...*
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*I become emotionless, I pick you up and cradle you*
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Edited by VoluptuousWombat: 12/20/2015 1:52:23 AM*Suddenly my eyes flicker open* What... What happened? *I asked this in an incredibly confused tone, eyes blurry.* [spoiler]Normally if I were to do something like this, I would just let myself die... But I felt like you were a bit confused on how to save me. So you're welcome. xD[/spoiler]
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"B-Ben!"*I squeal and hug the air out of you
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"Can't... Breathe..." *As soon as you release me, I gasp and take a deep breath* "But seriously, what the -blam!- happened. And how are you holding me?"
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"You changed for-for some reason...What do you mean how am I holding you?"
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"What do you mean? How did I change? I.. Wait a second... I... I don't feel so great..." (And I mean, you're like a 60 pound vandal, and you're holding an 120 pound man. Pretty impressive.) *I roll out of your (apparently incredibly strong arms. xD) arms and vomit on the floor. The bile is metallic, silverish in color.* "Oh god... I'm... I'm sorry. I'm fading fast. I need to rest or something..." *My eyes flicker, but before I pass out, I ask one last thing in a soft, quiet voice* "I understand that was pretty gross, and you've probably been through enough... But can you collect some of that vomit? I think... I think it has some... weird properties... I need to study them.." *I quickly pass out after that exhausting message, body lying on that cold tile floor.*
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*I collect a small sample of the vomit and place a blanket over you
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*I blink awake eight hours later.* "Hey... Sorry about yesterday... I don't know what came over me. Do.. You have the sample? I want to examine it. It might tell me a little bit about it..."
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It has been proven that a cat's purr helps speed recovery so... *lays on top of the unconscious echo* [spoiler]still a cat[/spoiler]
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Lol, i cri evriteim
