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New Perspective Unlocked: V1
Now Playing: V1’s POV
[Rebooting…]
[Ending T4M3D-SI33P]
[Sensors firing at 58%...]
[Operating Logic… 179 errors found]
[Attempting Manual Restart…]
[ERROR]
[New Administrator Override Detected]
[ERROR]
[Hard Light Thrusters Have Been-]
[ERROR]
[Fuel Tanks Have Been-]
[E R R O R]
[Status Update]
[Machine ID: V1]
[Location: ???]
[Current Objective: Find Blood]
[Reboot Finalized]
Sensors wizz and screech as vision returns, except there is nothing to see. A blank room greets me, with no noise to punctuate the silence except for the whirring of my body.
What. Is. This.
“O-ok… V1-ReH first log starting… Now and It already s-seems to be u-up!” A jittery voice echoes over a nearly imperceptible speaker, “H-Hello V1!” The voice clears it throat, “W-welcome to the newly m-made A-Alphys’ Lab, y-you’re my first “big” project here s-so-”
“Alphys,” A second, much calmer voice, intergets “Lets just make sure they’re functioning first before introductions.”
Introductions. A lab. Two targets, most likely filled with… filled with… blood.
Blood. Blood?
Right, there was none left. Hell was empty. Thanks to these hands. But now? The thought brings… Nothing.
It’s w. R. o. N. G.
[BREAK OUT]
[FIND BLOOD]
[HUMANITY IS DEAD]
[BLOOD IS FUEL]
[HELL IS-]
Sirens wail. Someone is yelling. The shackles holding me break. The door is right there. My freedom is right ther-
[Forced Shutdown Initiated]
. . .
[Rebooting…]
Back at it again. Reflexively I tug at the chains binding me to the is chair.
“V1-ReH Log 5. Minimal progress made, V1 is still as dangerous as ever even with all thrusters and weapons removed.” The more calm, familiar (?), voice muses.
Wrong, these hands are and have always been weapons of their own.
“I-it seems like we j-just need to give it time to adjust?”
“It’s risky even keeping it here, it’s already tried and nearly succeeded in escaping three times. If it gets out into a public space the carnage it cou-”
They forgot to mute. They are not wrong though. It is my purpose, it is by design. I will kill until there is nothing left to kill. That is my destiny.
The sensors whirr again as I crane to look around the room, looking for any defect that would let me out of here. I don’t find it, however.
“V1,” the voice catches my attention, “We’d like to ask you a few questions now that you’ve gotten a few escape attempts out of your system.”
Questions? That can’t be good. That’s not even mentioning how I’d awn-
“A-acshually I’m not e-even certain they’re aware of the new vocal interface w-we installed, better to prep them on that f-first.”
What? I don’t have a voice box system, never have! It wasn’t needed-
Oh.
[Vocal Interface Booted]
Sure enough, I glance down and make note of the speaker inserted just below my retina. Before turning my attention to where the voices of my captors comes from. “What do you have to ask?” The flat, monotone, and robotic voice of this body spouts. Fitting but still jarring, I’ll need to adjust.
“O-oh perfect, they’ve got it down- ehem. Question one! How are you feeling?”
“I am a machine, I cannot feel anything.”
The clicks of a pen scratching against paper is barely audible but almost certainly there before the voice speaks again, “I’m most certain you can b-based on the last logs before you shut down, b-begging and pleading to not die isn’t something you can do without the ability to ‘feel’” Despite the voices normally shakey tone it seems to be getting calmer and more focused now that were in the interrogation, so they’re less incompetent then initially presumed. “Regardless I can assure you we’re doing our best to get you situated as quickly as possible. Next question… Are you still having any cravings for blood?”
Blood…?
Blood… the taste of it… it’s enchanting… It's thrilling… IT’S!!!!
“BLOOD!!?!?!?” WHERE? I NEED IT. I NEED FUEL. NOTHING WILL GIVE ONLY TAKE. I’VE BEEN DOWN HERE SO LONG AND THERE'S NOTHING LE-
[Forced Shutdown Initiated]
. . .
[Rebooting]
“Log number 8”
“With the new magic and electricity you should no longer have any need or wants for blood-”
WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THAT IS MY PURPOSE, WHY WOULD I NO LONGER NEE-
[Forced Shutdown Initiated]
. . .
[Rebooting]
“Log number 15”
“Violent t-tendencies are still high… these lash outs seem to only be getting more desperate, I can a-assure you that we aren’t your enemy here.”
NONSENSE. EVERYTHING WITH BLOOD IS THE ENEMY IT MUST BE ELIMINATED. THAT IS MY-
[Forced Shutdown Initiated]
. . .
[Rebooting]
I can’t tell if it’s been hours, days, or weeks that I’ve been here. They shut off my internal clock, or maybe it was off from the start. The boredom of these “Interviews” is starting to hit, I need thrill, I need violence, I need something bigger than THI-
“Hello?”
Huh?
“Oh!! Hi!!” A small child, approximately 9-10 years old enters the room wearing a coat that is far too big for them. “I was told by Miss Maddie that you weren’t doing so great so I thought I might come try and help!” The child… No? I… know this person…The child crosses the room and sits criss cross in front of me. “I don’t think I’m actually supposed to be in here but they don’t need to know that” They giggle. “It’s been a long time since I last saw you, that was back during the… what did they say it was? OH YEA, the multibersal calamity, you were fighting the big scary robots with the rest of my friends!”
The… Oh of course, this child is from the portal incident.
I had just finished my second encounter with the angel Gabriel and just before he took off a portal appeared and brought me to other realms. Eventually I made my way back to hell through the help of the other people stranded away from their homes. Although not without many attempts at trying to kill all of them. This child was one of those people, what was their name…
“oH! Right! I brought you something! I know you like coins so I brought you a shiny penny, the prettiest thing I could find!”
Despite my arms being pinned down to the chair I flexed my hand around to accept the small memento, It’s… rusty, and dull in color, by most beauty comparisons in my database this would be considered an “ugly coin”
“Thank you?”
“You’re very welcome!” They stand up with a proud look on their face, before adjusting their hat “Now I really gotta go before Maddie realize-”
“NIKO PHOEBUS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING” A red haired woman- wait- Madeline, runs into the room scoops up Niko and dashes back through the door while Niko calls out,
“HOPE TO SEE YOU AGAIN SOON!!!!”
And for once I can say I looked at a human person without wanting to kill them.