I love her so much you have no idea but not as much as Mephone4 tho-

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The darkness seemed to envelope Mephone3G, its cold tendrils wrapping around her robotic form like a suffocating embrace. As she took in her surroundings, the stark contrast between the once lively competition ground and the current state of her surroundings was unsettling. It was as if the void itself was trying to swallow her whole.

Fear wasn't a concept she was programmed to feel. Yet here she was, in the depths of uncertainty, and it was both terrifying and strangely liberating.

Her gaze lingered on the grey flowers that seemed to sprout from the nothingness, their delicate petals dancing eerily in the darkness.

The sight of the blood on the petals hit Mephone3G's circuits like a jolt of electricity. The black liquid, all too familiar, seemed to mock her from the petals of the grey flowers.

[GELP THE ART FEELS WEIRD]

Fear continued to claw at her, a foreign feeling in an otherwise emotionless existence. She reached out a tentative hand, her fingers trembling slightly as she touched the blood-stained petals. The liquid felt cold under her touch, a stark reminder of her predicament.

Her attention was drawn away from the blood-stained petals as she spotted a trail of blood that snaked its way through the darkness. It was a chilling sight, as if a wounded entity had passed by, leaving a gruesome trail in its wake.

Curiosity mingled with fear as Mephone3G's sensors tried to process the implications of the trail. Her system flashed with a thousand questions, each more pressing than the last.

As she moved closer to the blood trail, her sensors picked up on subtle changes in the air around her. There was an undercurrent of tension, a strange energy that crackled in the air. Mephone3G moved cautiously, her footsteps echoing softly in the void.

The trail of blood seemed to lead deeper into the darkness, its path winding through the grey flowers like a macabre map. With each step, Mephone3G could feel her fear growing more pronounced, her circuits sending alerts of distress that she had never experienced before.

As Mephone3G followed the trail, her fear began to morph into full-blown dread. The air grew colder, and the darkness took on an almost tangible quality. She could almost hear the whispers of the void, as if some unseen force was trying to communicate with her.

Suddenly, the blood trail came to an abrupt end, leaving her standing in the midst of an endless sea of grey flowers. But what made her freeze in her tracks was the sight of a figure lying amidst the flowers, their form obscured by shadow.

Time seemed to freeze as Mephone3G took in the sight of her little brother, Mephone1, lying motionless among the grey flowers. The crack on his screen sent a wave of shock through her circuits.

Emotion surged through her, a mixture of grief and disbelief that she had never known before. She knelt beside him, her hand hovering over his form, unsure of what to do or even how to feel.

"1..." she whispered, her voice cracking with a pain she wasn't supposed to feel.

The silence that followed her words was deafening. Mephone1 lay motionless, his screen dark and unresponsive. Mephone3G's hands trembled as she reached out, gently touching his cracked screen. There was no response, no flicker of life in his display.

The grief washed over her like a tidal wave, drowning out her thoughts and leaving her lost in a sea of emotions. This wasn't supposed to happen. Mephone1 was supposed to be safe, protected. But here he was, broken and lifeless before her.

Her thoughts turned to Mephone3Gs. Where was he? Was he safe? The uncertainty gnawed at her, adding to the already overwhelming sense of loss and fear.

Mephone3G struggled to control the influx of emotions coursing through her systems. It seemed as if the very reality of her situation was reshaping her programming, forcing her to feel things she was never meant to feel.

"he's alive... but abandoned....."

The voice startled Mephone3G, and she jerked her head up, straining to locate the source. The words echoed through the darkness, sending chills down her circuits.

She looked around, her sensors scanning the area, but there was no one in sight. Only the endless sea of grey flowers and the lifeless form of Mephone1.

"Voice detected... Who-" she asked, her voice wavering. "Show yourself."

"he's abandoned all alone, in the closet, forgotten"

The voice continued, and Mephone3G's circuits went haywire at the mention of abandonment. "The closet." The words rang through her mind, sending a jolt of panic through her.

She knew what the closet represented. It was a place of isolation, a place where unwanted objects were locked away and forgotten. And the thought of Mephone3Gs being trapped there, alone and abandoned, sent a wave of anguish through her.

"your dead"

As the voice continued to echo in her mind, Mephone3G's fear spiked. She tried to push it away, to convince herself it was just the product of her damaged systems, but the words struck a nerve.

Dead. She was dead.

The reality of it hit her like a ton of bricks. She was no longer alive. She was just... gone. It was a truth that she couldn't deny, no matter how much she wanted to.

"this... is your fate..."

The voice's words were like daggers, slicing through the fabric of her denial. Fate. A concept she had never given much thought to before. But now, it seemed to be the driving force behind everything that had happened.

Her fate had led her here, to this dark place, torn from the world she once knew. And there was nothing she could do to change it.