Okay, I've never done this before, but a plotbunny latched onto me and wouldn't let go. It's not my best writing at all and it's barely edited, but it's something to let the plotbunny go away.
Enjoy?
Rating: PG
Characters: Trickster, Kurisu, Captain_Jack, Sovay, with mentions of Raven and J-street
Disclaimer: Blame the crack, don't kill me.
Summary: He used to remember.
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Memories flash through Kurisu’s mind like a cheap television set on the fritz. He reaches inwardly, tries to wrench just one image before it fades into the mounting darkness, but it dances out of his grasp and into oblivion.
The dull roaring in his head grows louder and his screams do little to ease his suffering.
* * * * *
Too scared to face his maker, he decides to go see Sovay.
The Fox Demon used to be easier to find. Her once tumultuous nature has been tempered with an unusual disciplined streak of determination. Her ventures outside of her haven have steadily decreased. These days, it is almost as rare to hold a conversation with her, as it is to see her. She only manages to utter a few distracted replies before her eyes gloss over in a trance-like state, her thoughts on another world of her own imagining.
“Help me.†Kurisu pleads, almost pushing himself into her house.
She cups his face softly with one hand. She hits a switch with the other.
The world and the noise blink out of existence.
* * * * *
“What a shoddy creation Trickster,†Sovay clucks, tilting the android’s lifeless head downwards.
With a few deft strokes, the android's head splits into two, revealing a matrix of red wires. Judging from the archaic wiring, Sovay is amazed that the android was even able to sustain any long term memories at its peak operating capacity. She concludes that it is possible to upgrade the memory, but it would be a difficult and delicate procedure that would take days, if not weeks.
The Fox Demon entertains a thought of making the attempt, but it is instantly smothered by intricate mechanics and mazes.
* * * * *
Kurisu stands outside Trickster’s workshop, not expecting to be let in. His master rarely allowed company while he was working on a project, and this particular project—a battle system—was turning him into a hermit.
“What?†Trickster’s voice crackles from the speakers outside his study.
Kurisu cringes mechanically at his master’s displeasure. “I-I think I’m…broken.†He stammers into the receiver.
“Hmm…†says Trickster.
Kurisu takes the response as permission to continue. “I’m starting to forget things. No matter how much I try to remember, it’s not working!â€
There is silence over the other side of the connection. “Nothing I can do about it.†Kurisu can almost hear his master shrug through the speakers.
It infuriates him. After all he’s forgotten, he still remembers enough to be outraged.
“Why can’t you—no, why WON’T you fix me!†he yells, slamming his fists on the door.
“Why should I?†says Trickster coolly. “From what I’ve learned during your development, the Panda and Raven models have exceeded expectations. They are able to withstand the most grueling of tests, with increased accuracy in their observations.
“What does that make me then? Your fucking trash?!â€
“SILENCE! I’M TOO BUSY FOR YOUR NONSENSE.â€
The connection is severed, and the mental shrieking grows louder.
* * * * *
The doorbell rings, and Kurisu opens the door to find Captain Jack in the doorway.
“Hello Karen.†the Captain smirks, bumping Kurisu as he steps inside the laboratory and heads towards Trickster’s workshop.
“My name isn’t Karen,†Kurisu snaps, without thinking.
The Captain stops and turns on the heel of his boot, Kurisu. “Oh?â€
Kurisu is angry at the Captain’s mocking tone, offended at the way he unconsciously flaunts his humanity as if it was worthless and wants to correct him. His mouth opens, but before he manages to utter a harsh rebuttal, the noise crescendos sharply.
He can’t remember.
A pathetic whimper escapes from his lips and a sneer creeps onto the Captain’s face. “Karen, more like dumbass,†Jack spits, resuming his path towards Trickster’s study.
* * * * *
Kurisu descends into nothingness and he does not resist—not because he has given up on fighting, but because he has forgotten how.
Enjoy?
Rating: PG
Characters: Trickster, Kurisu, Captain_Jack, Sovay, with mentions of Raven and J-street
Disclaimer: Blame the crack, don't kill me.
Summary: He used to remember.
--------------------------------------------
Memories flash through Kurisu’s mind like a cheap television set on the fritz. He reaches inwardly, tries to wrench just one image before it fades into the mounting darkness, but it dances out of his grasp and into oblivion.
The dull roaring in his head grows louder and his screams do little to ease his suffering.
* * * * *
Too scared to face his maker, he decides to go see Sovay.
The Fox Demon used to be easier to find. Her once tumultuous nature has been tempered with an unusual disciplined streak of determination. Her ventures outside of her haven have steadily decreased. These days, it is almost as rare to hold a conversation with her, as it is to see her. She only manages to utter a few distracted replies before her eyes gloss over in a trance-like state, her thoughts on another world of her own imagining.
“Help me.†Kurisu pleads, almost pushing himself into her house.
She cups his face softly with one hand. She hits a switch with the other.
The world and the noise blink out of existence.
* * * * *
“What a shoddy creation Trickster,†Sovay clucks, tilting the android’s lifeless head downwards.
With a few deft strokes, the android's head splits into two, revealing a matrix of red wires. Judging from the archaic wiring, Sovay is amazed that the android was even able to sustain any long term memories at its peak operating capacity. She concludes that it is possible to upgrade the memory, but it would be a difficult and delicate procedure that would take days, if not weeks.
The Fox Demon entertains a thought of making the attempt, but it is instantly smothered by intricate mechanics and mazes.
* * * * *
Kurisu stands outside Trickster’s workshop, not expecting to be let in. His master rarely allowed company while he was working on a project, and this particular project—a battle system—was turning him into a hermit.
“What?†Trickster’s voice crackles from the speakers outside his study.
Kurisu cringes mechanically at his master’s displeasure. “I-I think I’m…broken.†He stammers into the receiver.
“Hmm…†says Trickster.
Kurisu takes the response as permission to continue. “I’m starting to forget things. No matter how much I try to remember, it’s not working!â€
There is silence over the other side of the connection. “Nothing I can do about it.†Kurisu can almost hear his master shrug through the speakers.
It infuriates him. After all he’s forgotten, he still remembers enough to be outraged.
“Why can’t you—no, why WON’T you fix me!†he yells, slamming his fists on the door.
“Why should I?†says Trickster coolly. “From what I’ve learned during your development, the Panda and Raven models have exceeded expectations. They are able to withstand the most grueling of tests, with increased accuracy in their observations.
“What does that make me then? Your fucking trash?!â€
“SILENCE! I’M TOO BUSY FOR YOUR NONSENSE.â€
The connection is severed, and the mental shrieking grows louder.
* * * * *
The doorbell rings, and Kurisu opens the door to find Captain Jack in the doorway.
“Hello Karen.†the Captain smirks, bumping Kurisu as he steps inside the laboratory and heads towards Trickster’s workshop.
“My name isn’t Karen,†Kurisu snaps, without thinking.
The Captain stops and turns on the heel of his boot, Kurisu. “Oh?â€
Kurisu is angry at the Captain’s mocking tone, offended at the way he unconsciously flaunts his humanity as if it was worthless and wants to correct him. His mouth opens, but before he manages to utter a harsh rebuttal, the noise crescendos sharply.
He can’t remember.
A pathetic whimper escapes from his lips and a sneer creeps onto the Captain’s face. “Karen, more like dumbass,†Jack spits, resuming his path towards Trickster’s study.
* * * * *
Kurisu descends into nothingness and he does not resist—not because he has given up on fighting, but because he has forgotten how.
