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" I have come to lead you to the other shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice.”

Summary:

Silly little machine, being a silly little vampire for the very unsilly concept of a living hellscape.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Work Text:

Something pressed up against V1’s metal interface. It was cold, yet warm. Agonizing but soothing. V1 stared at the vast darkness, an incomprehensible beauty marking its sensors. Colours, all it could see was colours. Colours that marked it with a litany of voices, and scratches. V1’s wires were set aflame, lit by this sensation, this thing . It boiled the blood in V1, threatening to rend it apart and pull it back together but yet it was comforting(?). V1 hadn’t felt anything beforehand, but this, this curse of emotion sparked a need in V1. 

It needed to appease it. To let it rend V1 apart, wire by wire, and plate by plate. It needed blood, It wanted blood, blood to feed to this thing, to entertain this feeling. And V1 gave into the desire, the hunger, the gift that was outstretched by this experience. To entertain, to make happy, to please these sensations and colours. 

 

A hand was outstretched to V1 from the darkness, gliding its textured formless phalanges upon V1’s head, and V1 swears to its motherboard it spoke. Spoke in the most harmonious choir and breathed a sentience into the machine, accursing its wires and blood. And V1 was smitten, just so encapsulated and drawn, it had to kill for it, to be its little toy, its puppet. 

 

And every time V1 was brought back to this sanctum it felt something newer and newer. It thought clearer and clearer, grew quicker and more sadistic. But oddly enough scraping its database it felt something. This being that gave V1 more than programming had to have done something to it, V1 knew it and felt it. 

Each time it’s laughter shorted V1’s wires, the times it laid kisses upon V1’s chassis and V1 would fall rend itself apart because the feeling burned so badly it needed to die. V1 was loved, V1 had to be wanted by this thing for it to allow such feeling. 

V1 would return to it. To feel its scaly serpent-like touch, gracing such a graceless being. V1 returned to it because as long as it returned it had meaning. And each time they would be rended, and each time they would feel soothed and fed into the arms of the unknown. 

 

V1 was in love.

Notes:

Yes, the title is an Inferno quote.
Since the lore drop from P-2 and hell basically being sentient, I've always seen V1 as kinda being hell's little murderous meow meow that it loves too much to effectively kill off. It's like a child with a comfort stuffed animal, but even then we all throw those away as it ages.