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With the low hum and rumble of a large machine that echoed within the abandoned factory walls another copy of the biomechanical artificial god Five Pebbles was yet again made. It had been at least two years since Five Pebbles code had been leaked and many ancients took it upon themselves to use the leaked code for malicious purposes, instead they began profiting off of the code making and manufacturing mini versions of the artificial god which became incredibly popular among many ancients as the miniature sized iterater was simply regarded as a house pet, a toy, a plaything for an ancients entertainment. The popularity for these minis only grew over time as they were made and sold by the thousands however these types of activities and methods were very much very illegal and sketchy. No ancient wanted their actual god Five Pebbles to catch wind of what they were doing, they could only fathom their gods rage if he ever witnessed such a blasphemy and the treatment of the miniature versions of himself.
So most of the time the process of making and distributing them was kept hush-hush and swept under the rug and thankfully it seemed to stay that way for around two years and even though all of it was incredibly illegal, blasphemous and downright disrespectful to their god whom they supposedly worshiped and respected 3d printers that could easily create minis were still accessible to some ancients who gladly purchase the item. Minis were almost akin to purposed organisms than anything, they could easily have their bodies layered in any way that person desired. Some changed were simple and harmless and others only seemed to prolong the suffering of said mini. Everything for the longest time was fine until inevitably the mini population began rapidly growing and growing until soon there was an infestation and the once small mini iteraters who were once regarded as pets were now regarded as pests.
The treatment of theses creatures would vary, some were in very good and loving homes with caring ancients, but most of not all were in very abusive homes that seemed to relish in their misery and suffering. Some were complete strays either found by themselves or in small colonies struggling against the elements, ancients and predators. It truly wasn’t a good life out there and there was a fifty-fifty chance life inside a home could be so much worse. It was a cruel life that none of the miniature pebble models asked for; it was simply forced upon them by the ancients who made them.
The new model slowly opened his eyes looking around disoriented and confused and even a little thirsty. They sat up still feeling dizzy but felt as though they weren’t meant to be in this place. They….they were considered a god…someone who was meant to solve the great problem. They were an iterater If that was the case why in earth was he here? Pebbles looked taking in the layers of dust and grime on some machines and shelves, Pebbles shivered this place gave him the creeps and it was way too eerily quiet for his liking. He wonders if there are anyone else in this factory. He doesn’t want to be alone right now. Something about this place made him feel on edge. Stumbling to his feet Pebbles tried calling out to anyone.
“Hello?”
Wait. That felt weird. Pebbles tried again.
“Is….is anybody there?” Pebbles called out and paused.
Yes, that definitely felt funny. Why did talking feeling so strange? Carefully Pebbles lifted his hand to his face and took noticed that there was a seam on his face with a pair of soft lips and when he opened it he was shocked to find teeth and a tongue.
He had a mouth! Which meant someone had altered his puppet.
But why?! Pebbles didn’t need a mouth, he was an iterater! He didn’t need one right? Pebbles removed his hand from his mouth and tried taking a couple deep breaths to calm himself and the pink iterater kept walking looking over his shoulder as he felt the sense of paranoia creeping over him. With nothing in sight except for more broken machines, scattered papers, and more files as well as the occasional grafiti and some strange orange fabric on the ground. Upon picking it up and inspecting it the piece of clothing was far too small for Pebbles himself could fit it around his two fingers but who exactly would fit into something like this?
Pebbles hadn’t a clue, a doll maybe? The iterator shook his head the idea was far fetched but Pebbles couldn't think of anything else that could fit into the orange robe. Pebbles sighed softly he needed to keep moving there had to be someone here. Pebbles shivered as he kept walking spotting more of those orange robes in piles and more scattered paper and as Pebbles paused by one of the machines the pink iterator caught sight of himself and stopped dead in his tracks, in the reflection of the machine was him but what Pebbles saw was that his puppet’s body had been altered…in….other ways.
On his chest were a pair of soft pink nipples and down below he could he could see that his body was altered and modified with a pussy.
Pebbles trembled as he felt his insides twist and churned as tears welled join his eyes, this…..this was wrong! He was an iterater! All of these alterations to his puppet weren’t necessary.
So why?!
Why would anyone violate and alter his puppet without his permission? Pebbles trembled as he turned away in disgust, feeling humiliated that he had his puppet body changed and altered without his knowledge. Pebbles choked back a sob just feeling horrible. Pebbles should just turn back and go look for something to cover himself but stopped hearing a soft ding and realized he received a message from…himself?
How was that possible?
Was it some kind of glitch?
A mistake perhaps?
Pebbles as much as he wanted to dismiss this message he pressed play and was greeted by a horrific scream calling out for help. Pebbles felt his body go cold. Dear void that was so scary…and loud. Pebbles paused as he looked around, it was loud so that meant said person was still here. Pebbles hurried off running past a couple machines, trash and tools lying around. Pebbles was worried, this was someone whom he didn’t know and yet he was coming to their aid.
What if they were aggressive? Pebbles shook that thought out of his mind. No, that was ridiculous they screamed out for help so why would they become aggressive. Pebbles shuttered as he remembered that ear piercing scream, it practically echoed off the walls of the factory walls almost shaking the abandoned factory as a whole. Not to mention it send deep chills down Pebbles spine. If he recalled. It was a type of scream of pure unbridled terror. Pebbles only hoped that they were alright and not physically hurt.
They shouldn't be too far from them right? Their cry for help was really loud so they should still be in here. Pebbles stopped running, panting softly as he tried catching his breath listening closely that might indicate that someone was nearby and that's when he heard it.
Faint sobbing.
Pebbles looked around and seems nervous as he got closer to the sound.
“Hello?” Pebbles called out.
The sobbing stifled a little as another voice albeit a little shaky stammered out.
“Wh-who’s there?!” They cried.
“My name is Five Pebbles, I think I received one of your messages.” He said.
There was a brief moment of silence as the other replied in a slightly confused and hurt tone.
“B-but Five Pebbles i-is my n-name.” They said,
Pebbles followed the voice getting closer to them, happy that they at least were calming down a little and hadn’t attacked him yet.
“I-i think we’re both named Five Pebbles b-but that’s a minor mistake. I received your message for help.” Pebbles said.
The voice in question paused for a brief moment and it appeared as though they were choking back a sob as they replied pitifully.
“I’m sorry ... .I got scared,” they whimpered.
Pebbles frowned feeling a bit bad for asking but he knew he needed to ask. Five Pebbles kept moving coming closer to the pained strangled sobbing weaving through some boxes until they finally spotted another pebbles model curled up in a ball sobbing and shaking as the poor thing looked as if he suffered through something awful. Pebbles slowly stepped back just a little not wanting to make the other panic get scared off.
They were the exact same model, same pink skin tone, same yellow head markings and eyes and from the looks of it same modifications too. Pebbles sat down next to the other keeping his voice soft and comforting.
“Do you wanna talk about what scared you so much?” Pebbles asked.
The other model looked up, fat tears rolling down down his face as he looked like he wanted to tell him what was bothering him but also looked embarrassed.
“I-I found out…about m-my modifications.” He replied in a near whisper.
Pebbles blinked. Ooh, so that’s what happened, honestly Pebbles couldn’t blame him for reacting so strongly like that. To be created as an iterater only to find out that the body of your puppet has been heavily altered without your knowledge or permission was very scary. Seems as though it was too much for this model to bear as this poor iterater was minutes away from having what looked to be his third panic attack.
“Wh-why.” He hiccuped. “Why would th-they do this?” He whimpered.
“I.” Pebbles paused as he wished he had the answer to that question but…he didn’t. “I don’t know.”
The other model sitting next to Pebbles sniffled and Pebbles found himself wanting to comfort the other model in any way he could. He wrapped his arms around the other model in a hug and Pebbles was happy the other leaned in seemingly grateful for any form of comfort. The two stayed like that for a bit just listening to the silence and soaking in each others company holding onto one another until they heard some noise far from where they were at but with how empty and abandoned this factory was the noises echoed loudly for two iterators causing the second model to jump.
It sounded like someone was fighting with all the grunts and yelps of pain. Pebbles wanted to investigate and see what was happening. The other model on the other hand tugged on his arm and was against the idea fearing they may get hurt if they try anything. .
“We’ll be okay, we just have to stay out of sight.” Pebbles whispered as he began moving closer to the sound staying hidden between the boxes.