Why?

Why me?

Why is this happening?

The pain...

The torture...

Connor was curled in a ball, repeating the same phrases over and over again.

Nines pulled him close and whispered for him to calm down. He comforted him as much as he could.

When Connor calmed down, Nines kissed his forehead and helped him up.

There was a noise.

«Look»

«Stay»
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«Look»

Nines got up and kissed Connor's hand.

"I'll be right back.."

He went to the attic and saw a man, who looked like he was in his forties.

"Hello?" Nines asked.

And the stranger lunged at him.

A/N

Heyyyooo!!

Sorry for the slow updates. :3

I'll make it up to you.

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