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[madteos]

[Matt was on his way back to his room library books under his arm.]

Hey, Metal Ass.

[Hooooold up. The shadow waves to get Matt's attention and holy shit he drops the books!]

Come on over and talk to me. We're friends right? Right. Then tell me, why's your panties in a twist, Matty? Hmmm? Is it that whole metal skeleton thing? Cause that's pretty

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[battle_droid]

[guess who is in the vicinity? your favorite person.]

I am still trying to comprehend how this phenomenon is possible.

She has feelings, you know.

[Sigh. She clearly doesn't believe it. B|]

[madteos]

[Matt freezes. He was already fumbling to get his keycard out.]

Zee, I...

It's a funny story see. This guy named Jalil offered him $10,000! Put him to sleep for a whole year---...

Shut up!

[battle_droid]

[She's trying to ignore his shadow. He clearly doesn't want people to know, so she's doing her best to pretend it's just not there.]

I do not understand how this is possible.

See. She will repeat herself when unnerved.

[madteos]

[Matt's so focused on his shadow, he's almost forgotten Zee's there.]

I thought she was your friend, Matty. Don't you want her to know? Don't you want her to know how Jalil deboned you like a Thanksgiving chicken?>

Stop it.

But Matty...

I said STOP!

[battle_droid]

[...

Zee pauses. He...considered her a friend? Did she have friends? Was he even talking about her?

This is a new concept.]

Ignore it. It is best that way.

My my, Zee - does someone actually care about your existence besides your creator?

[madteos]

[Sorry Zee but Matt ignores you. His hands are clenched into fists and his shadow looks absolutely indignant.]

I was doing you a favor. If you're going to be so ungrateful, I'll stop being so nice to you.

Yo, Zee~ Do you want to know the real reason he doesn't want anyone to know?

Don't you dare.

But it's interesting! He doesn't want people to know because he's the reason they all died.

[SMASH! Matt's punched the wall. His hand is bleeding now. But he doesn't seem to care.]

Now, Matthew. Temper, temper. Didn't living in that hellhole teach you anything?

[battle_droid]

Matt.

[Zee's voice is sharp, and she catches his fist in her grip before he can punch the wall again.]

Stop.

Oh she cares she cares, doesn't want to admit it but she does.

[madteos]

[His shadow just laughs. And laughs.]

And now he gets all angry when someone brings it up. Where was this anger when the people who took care of you were being slaughtered?

[Matt can't budge because of the grip Zee has on him. His fist is grateful.]

Just admit it, Matty. You're a coward.

[battle_droid]

Go in your room, and sit in the dark. Logically, that should render a shadow obsolete.

[madteos]

Do you really think that'll shut me up, Matt? You'll have to do better than that.

[Matt strains against Zee's grip.]

Let me go. [So he can hit the wall again.]

[battle_droid]

You are partially organic in nature, and in so being if I release you and you harm yourself again, my programming will once again automatically route to methods of restraint.

[But, she lets go.]

[madteos]

You don't know what you're talking about.

[He's inched up to the wall, face set in a scowl. His shadow stares back.]

Did you forget? I was there. I know exactly what I'm talking about.

Why're you twisting it? It didn't happen like that!

[lol he's lost his mind. He's arguing with his shadow.]

[battle_droid]

[yeah this is really weird. She's quiet while he argues with his shadow, brow slightly furrowed as she contemplates what to do. She doesn't realize she's making any kind of outward emotion.]

Feel helpless, don't you?

Quiet.

[madteos]

[It takes him a minute, but he finally realizes what he's doing. Zee's words sink in, ignore it. Right. He turns to look at the robot.]

I need some bandages for my hand. Would you come with me?

I wonder what mom and dad would say if they knew how violent you are.

[Ignore.]

[battle_droid]

[Good. She was beginning to get really unnerved over here.]

Yes. I can dress it for you, if you require assistance.

You miss Roger, don't you? And Anita - you didn't care if she lived or died. Would have done it yourself, wouldn't you?

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