pirateisle:

SYSTEM: REBOOT 
P R O C E S S I N G DATA—

I hurt, I tire, and I collapse. When I’m staring into the darkness, I find myself somehow entranced by it. Suddenly, I hear laughter. Fearless, mean, and yet kind. It calls to me. The days we spent together are long gone, drifting away like clouds in the breeze. Even though memories are often fleeting, all I need to do is close my eyes and your face appears, clear and forever young.

Half lidded green eyes opened that met nothing but darkness. Funny, isn’t it? How even though you’re not alive you can still die. He almost wanted to cry though his body couldn’t produce such things, this was so pitiful—wait, tears? That’s right Seto is crying.

“It’s okay Seto it doesn’t hurt…” he mumbled into the air. 

No, that’s not right. He couldn’t hear the sounds of the sorrowful cries that had previously met his ears only moments ago. Not only that, but his battery no longer felt like it was running on empty. His cat-like emerald orbs began to defog as he met a sight strikingly similar to the one he had witnessed before his ‘death’. Piles of scraps everywhere, but this was different. He was outside—not surrounded by dolls. Who would’ve taken the time to move him? More than that, who replaced his battery? So many questions and no answers—and no Seto. 

Though his battery was full, it still took him a while to get used to his body. After a few moments of sitting and observing, he stood up and saw someone shuffling around in one of the piles of trash nearby. Was it that creepy chicken headed man who always was searching around for treasures? No, they looked better clothed. Maybe it was Seto? Of course! It had to be that brunette human, after all who else would just be so carelessly unguarded? He slowly strutted up—eyes still a tad blurry—and patted the kid on the shoulder. “Hey! So you’re the one—” This person wasn’t Seto, this wasn’t him. If he could feel sorrow, that would be what was washing over him right now. Seto was there just moments ago… when everything went dark… “Who are you?!” More than that; “Why am I here?” 

Rummaging through various items that were useful but then again worth nothing, Verde would fling them right over his shoulder. Yes, everything he picked up could lead him one step closer to being the genius he was meant to be. All those times of Reborn forever bothering him stating that he couldn’t have nice things seemed to come to an end— thank God. Moreso Sophia. Green eyes analyzed a screw that he picked up, the circular state with a dull end. Primary flat. It held such a spinning rail type appendage with it so screwing it inside something would be easier. Even though it was nothing but a screw, he threw it once again, behind him until it flunked behind sonething.

Turning his head, he noticed some body clothed in such a weird wardrobe, he was such a railroad conductor was he not? Could this be a next subject to his work? Blinking a few times before pushing his glasses up; “Well, well. You’re one of the lucky few saved as well? You should remorse you’re not dead, kid.”