Hey Kid, Do I Have Your Attention? [CLOSED]

[traceurmonitor]

Who: Pocket System Monitor (traceurmonitor) and his Bestest Virus Pal (infectthegrid)
What: Anon learns an extremely valuable lesson in why the lone wolf routine doesn't work. Here there be monsters.
Where: Residential Zone 07, presumably around the Grid section.
When: An indeterminate time after Kevin Flynn gets Clu-napped.
Notes: We are dealing with the huge scary virus

Comments

sorry for the late

[infectthegrid]

[The Grid. Or at least something similar enough to it. There's been the temptation to infect, destroy, as his purpose intends, but. This is Clu's place. His boss of sorts. An ally. The one who brought out what he really was, deep inside. What ISO coding truly was. He allowed him to compete in the games despite what he was. He couldn't touch it. Not yet.

He could however patrol, up high and out of sight. Perhaps even nab someone for himself. Clu had plenty to play with, to throw into the Game Grid. One or two, he would hardly miss. Besides they would all suffer one way or another, what did it matter how the suffering was created. Just as long as they all felt pain. His pain was preferable, but he couldn't be picky. Clu was to be followed for the time being

[traceurmonitor]

[Anon is still hoping that there's some way out, even if he's realized that there's no way he's leaving in the same shape he showed up in. He doesn't want to face what's going to happen. He's still fighting, twisting his back and reaching back with one hand to try to shove Abraxas's hand off his disc. He doubts it will work, but it's worth a shot. What else can he do?]

Should know, shouldn't you?

[It burns. He's never hurt so much in all his time. He'd like to just curl up and whimper... but he can't go down like that. Won't.]

[infectthegrid]

[It's exactly that kind of hope that Abraxas wants to crush. He wants Anon broken, to stop being a glitch and believing he's going to make it out. To accept his fate, like any strong program would.

He laughs as the Monitor continues to struggle trying to get his disc back. Grabbing at his wrist and pulling it to get the Monitor to let go. Surrender. He has to be feeling the pain now, how it burns its way through the victim's every being. How sweet death must look.]

I want to hear it.

[traceurmonitor]

[Anon accepted that he would derezz long ago. It had happened once and he's been certain that it would again. But still he's hoped to make a difference first. But this... this isn't death. This is worse.

He lets go with a short whine when the Virus grabs his wrist and pulls. If he could reach his disc, he'd probably put it into his own throat. Deresolution is the best, only alternative at this point. Without some sample of the virus's coding the antivirus team likely hasn't gotten far, and Anon's last effort was thwarted by Rinzler of all programs. Unfortunately, he doubts that he will be derezzed. He's not stupid enough to think Abraxas would grant him that. Not with their history.]

N-no.

[The silence he was accustomed to is easier to deal with, for him. Makes is easier to not give Abraxas the satisfaction of seeing him broken. Makes it easier to focus, though he's still screaming on the inside.]

[infectthegrid]

[Abraxas looks over the Monitor's disc with a laugh. Sooner or later he will hear what he wants, but that hardly means that he can't enjoy himself now. That watching Anon try to fight it isn't incredibly pleasing to him. It doesn't mean he can't torment him further. That the Monitor has to know he's too far gone.]

Want your disc back?

[He holds the disc out, yellow cracks and crackles bouncing around it.]

[traceurmonitor]

[Some part of him is still entertaining the thought that he can get out, find someone that could fix this. That if Gibson could fight this, so could he. But that part feels so far away, and he's burning so much he's practically freezing. He's starting to lose a sense of if this is entirely painful or not, his frayed circuits sending decidedly mixed signals. He tries to push himself to his feet but his limbs aren't cooperating...

... until he sees his disc and he kicks and wriggles to scoot back in horror. A short, startled noise escapes the Monitor. Oh User, everything's gone so wrong.]