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MePhone4 hoisted himself up, using Steve Cobs’ hand to do so. A dread, one familiar, yet this time intensified, settled within, and he gazed at the land that used to contain his creations in order to avoid Cobs’ glare, the ones that he spent time crafting with a child-like innocence he knows he’ll never feel again.
(Part of him feels guilt for creating them just for them to go out like this. Part of him feels guilt for them having to sacrifice their artificial lives made of code just to have Cobs lose for once.)
He glanced at the sunset, the one that used to set over towering hills and glistening lakes, the one that would over acres of forests whose names only he and his cruel creator would remember, and it almost made him feel ill.
It’s not like he could be ill, but that feeling replaced his dread, and he stared for a few moments before averting his gaze.
Silence, and for a few moments, MePhone4 was almost nervous to stare at Steve Cobs. However, as he finally did so, he noticed something.
Steve Cobs wasn’t in front of him now.
MePhone4 hesitated to walk, instead opting to glance around at what used to be. He wanted to go back, everything in his mind was wailing for him to do so. But he couldn’t.
(As he stood there, eyes darting around, he couldn’t help but wonder if he would’ve done the same thing if he knew of the consequences that would take place.)
(Yes. Yes he would.)
He paused, glancing at the red crab near a pink phone. It nudged the phone with a claw, pausing before attempting to clamp it around the object.
MePhone4 walked over and picked up the crab, looking at Baxter as if he were something that he had lost that he thought he would never get back. Two, small, black eyes stared back, blinking slowly before settling in his hand.
With his free hand, he worked the phone out of his claws, gently prying them open, and despite Baxter clicking them shut once the pink phone was out of Baxter’s claws as a warning, as MePhone4 made no effort to do anything else, the crab didn’t attempt to pinch anything.
MePhone4 looked it over, flipping it and turning it on. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to use this to his advantage, but it was something.
Besides, if it were generated, wouldn’t that mean that this phone would’ve disappeared with everything else?
It had to mean something. MePhone4 was sure of it.
Quietly sighing and positioning his hands to keep the two things hidden, he trailed behind Cobs, walking quietly and not saying anything.
A weight shifted on his hands, and MePhone4 couldn’t help but let a small, tired smile slip onto his face, one that reminded him of simpler times before Cobs intervened.
Perhaps there was hope after all.