You were staring at your hand with a grimace. The fingers down to the palm glowed in a soft clear and iridescent shape, flicking ever so slightly. It couldn’t be but yet you mean maybe? Or… your brows were knit with worry. You so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you failed to hear the soft footfalls of running shoes approach behind you behind you until a voice pipped up, warm and familiar. You gave a small squeak, whipping around to face the person, your fading hand snapping behind your back to hide as you raise your other in an all too quick greeting.
It was Bit. And he was looking at you with worry. He didn’t see… did he? No, he couldn’t of… right?
+AF: Bit! Ah y-yeah, Yes!
+AF: I mean I’m okay good, fit as a fiddle!
You give a nervous laugh, your hidden hand clinching into a fist as your nerves got the better of you. You didn’t want to worry your friend so maybe you could just…just maybe get a glove before he noticed?
+AF: W-why do you ask?
He just sat there… Confused. He doesn’t understand…. He falls down and curls up in a fetal position… His eyes twitched. Is this what it’s like to be betrayed? This isn’t right! Sure, there’s Prototype who happens to be angry at him constantly! But Ani…?
Something breaks within him… If you looked closely, a hit of a red glow comes froms his eyes…
BIT: I… I.just.wanted.to…
A red facade consumes him, transforming him… He is lifted into the air, his fists clentched…
You watch him, the series of emotions that slide across his face. Confusion, hurt, and something else. You seethed inside. He still didn’t get it. This wasn’t about him. You were trying to say how you felt for once. But it always was about him. But as you look on his face melds into something dark.. something scary even. A crimson light. You take a step back, raising your arms to protect yourself as his broken words burst into a flurry of energy that burst forth, ruffling your hair with an aggressive impact of air.
You lower them slightly to see as Bit… a corrupted dangerous looking Bit rises in the air. His voice is mangled and angry and you feel dread wash down your back like ice water. This is what he gets? This is What he gets?! You ball your fists, thrusting them down at your sides as your cold icy glares daggers at him.
+AF: THIS IS WHAT YOU GET!?
You yell, stamping your foot down onto the hard floor.
+AF: YOU ARE THE MOST IMMATURE, SPOILED, SELF-CENTERED BRAT. AND NOW YOU’RE THROWING A TEMPER TANTRUM BECAUSE I YELLED AT YOU?
+AF: Do you realize anything you’ve said to me, any time you’ve said something to me? It’s always You. How you want me to stay. To learn about you. To explore you. How you were just helping. How you’re sure of this, you’re sure of that.
+AF: I’M NOT YOURS BIT.
You say, looking him straight in the eyes. Your shoulders lower as you stand definite.
+AF: AND I NEVER WILL BE. You don’t know me. You’ve never actually tried to get to know me. You always just do what you think you know, or what you want.