That fucking Watchtower 0..

"Creator-Chan..?" Her eyes, which flitted softly, stared at the damaged tower.

God DAMN IT. Director, take this core and take it into the main core room. Put it next to the Main Core, we'll need it to repair our Tower faster.

"Creator-Chan..?" Her vision cleared and her surroundings focused. A mechanical body leaned down toward her, its reflecting helmet showing the reflection of her.

Oh shit, Virya, are you okay, baby?! Do you remember..?

.. Tears escaped her eyes, but she wrapped her arms around her the person who always took care of her. "Everything.. Creator-Chan, how..?"

It's that blasted Watchtower 0. I don't know how, but they took control of the narrative. They took control of OUR story. And they took control of you. I should've came back sooner. I was too busy during the last couple of days and-

She leaned her head towards his neck, sniffling and sobbing softly into his mechanical body.

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I'll try to restore everything to what it once was, Virya. Our tower may be destroyed, but it's something I can repair. In fact, it's already getting repaired. A fellow watchtower sent me something nice.. and it should speed up the restoration.

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I'm sorry you had to go through that Virya. All of that. I shouldn't have let us enter this god forsaken universe. I know that not precisely everything will be the same anymore, but.. I'll try to. For both of us.

She craned her neck up towards the reflective mask. "So.. what's going to happen now?"

Now..? Well, I'm getting the tower repaired right now. I don't think I'll be able to salvage everything.. but I can always replace it all. It'll just.. take a while. I'm sorry you aren't able to explore the tower right now, Virya-Chan.

She lifted her hand up to her eyes, wiping the tears away. "I'm sorry, Creator-Chan.. for everything.."

Don't say that, please. I know it wasn't you who did all of that, Virya-Chan. Don't apologize, please. Don't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault.

"But.."

They controlled you, Virya. It wasn't you. It's not your fault.

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Her eyelids fluttered slowly.

Rest, Virya. I'll take everything from here. Tomorrow, the tower should be repaired enough for us to live in it again.

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I hope you're happy, Watchtower 0. Everything may have lived up to your "grand plans", but what about the damage you brought upon us, hmm? Taking control of her, our story, our life?

I hope you're content. Savor that feeling.

Because I'm glad you'll die.