[Video] [Memory Leak]

[robotfightclub]

[The video opens up as an angle shot, shooting a good view of Sprocket on the floor coloring with crayons like a five year old. It's quite a feat considering he has no fingers. Arcee can just barely be seen relaxing behind him, lounging on her couch in her apartment. Both of them seem unaware that the feed was turned on, so that can only mean one thing.]

I think I'm gonna draw my future house...

Knock your socks off. [Arcee swings herself up and looks as though she's about ready to leave the room.] I need to get a drink. Want me to grab anything while I'm up?

Juice box~

[Yeah, he sings that. And before he can say anything else, the video changes to static and starts broadcasting, well... a whole bunch of other things. Obviously not taking place in Tokyo, it has more to do with those robot things people may have seen before with these other leaking videos. This one's blue this time! And a lady! Sounding just like that lady before who was getting juice boxes. Of course, she doesn't sound so calm and cool in these flashbacks. There's a lot of screaming and spiders and loud noises and screaming. Really, nothing is very pleasant about it.

But wait, there's more! Just when you think that little tidbit is over and done with, more images begin to flash. Again, more robots, and again, more dead things. Only this time we got things like zombies. It's all very loud and obnoxious and continues to follow the very grim pattern a lot of these videos have been going with lately.

When it finally does end, the feed takes us back to a very wide-eyed Sprocket. For a guy whose face is made out of metal, he looks unusually pale. Like he's just seen a ghost or something. That...that was certainly a thing he just saw.

Arcee returns to the room with two juice boxes without a care in the world. Apparently she missed the whole thing.]

Apple okay?

APPLE IS FINE!

[He shouts that awkwardly, like she caught him off guard.]

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[robotfightclub]

[The more it starts to sink in, the more her face begins to scrunch up into a scowl. No. There are certain things you just don't touch, and that is one of them. How dare this place even think that's acceptable.

She glances around, obviously wanting to take her anger out on something. Anything. Her sensible side pleads with her to calm down, which makes her hesitate, until she can't hold it in anymore and violently takes down a lamp with what can only be described as a loud battle cry.

It shatters, of course, and the lighting isn't as good as it could be, but she needed to let that out.]

[calibrates_big_guns]

[He understands how she feels, having gone through the same thing. He wanted to do the same after the waves of depression died down. ... was a nice punch, though.]

I'm sorry. [He repeats, both for her having to go through this, and the fact that it just got shown to anyone who was watching.] Like I said, I know it doesn't mean crap, not next to this. I know I can't finesse that genie back in to the bottle, but ... if there's anything I can do, let me know. If you need a drink, a sparring partner, whatever ... just let me know, alright?

[robotfightclub]

[There are a few heavy breaths before she returns to the feed, being angry enough to throw a lamp is apparently enough to wear her out. She shakes her head, though, hoping to hide how terrible she feels.]

I'll... I'll be fine. It happened a long time ago, there's no point dwelling on it.

[calibrates_big_guns]

Right.

[Yeah, he wasn't buying it. He knows better than most things like that don't ever really go away. You just kind of learn to live in spite of it.]

Well, the, ah, the offer still stands.

[It seems like the least he could do after she helped him through his.]