You are quite glad that you found the Master so quickly. It was incredibly dangerous where you first found her. Thank the God’s she had more meat shields to take the brunt of it. Although your master did not seem to enjoy the change in scenery.

“Let. Me. Go! We need to go back! People are dying Sir!”

It was making your attempts to save your master far more difficult than it needed to be.

For the Master, blessed with independence you are.

No can-do Master. We are in a warzone and people die in war. So, as your ever-vigilant Minion, it is my duty to get you out of here.

Your words appeared to have failed to have the intended effect. She struggles even further. Eventually, against your expectations of a woman with little Strength, she breaks out of your grip. Considering you have been full-on running; the fall is not at all gentle.

That quite dangerous master. You are not hurt, are you? I lack the skills to properly care for you if you are. So, it is in your best interest if-

The Master shakes off your hands as you attempt to help her up. Her breathing is ragged, and her skin stained with sweat. Alive, if a bit bruised thankfully. From the look of her clenched teeth and burning eyes, you get the feeling she’s focusing on something other than her health.

“Why did you run away!? We left everyone else behind! We could have helped.”

Her distress and tone of irritation are evident. Still, you wouldn’t be much of a Minion if you did not answer your master’s questions.

Exactly. Why would I leave you in such a life-threatening location? While I can survive having my bones crushed, I would rather not test such things on you. By my hands or another’s. Can’t be a Minion if I have no Master.

She groans, unhappy with your answers. The stress of the situation is getting her, obviously. She’s passing, eyes on both directions of the hallway, her back to the wall. You smile internally, as you see your Master is taking some careful measures to keep herself alive. Appropriate actions, although you would have preferred a safer environment for her to start picking up on these skills.

“Why are you even here? And why do you keep calling me master? We voided our contract already!”

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You're brought back to the present as your Master speaks facing you. Her words bring your own questions to the forefront of your mind. Still, she isn’t in danger at the moment, so you can take the time to answer a few questions.

I am here because I could sense my Master was in distress. Obviously, you are my Master. Once and now again. I accepted your request with due diligence, as any faithful Minion should.

A look of befuddlement sits on her face.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t send for you. Hell’s, I sort of forgot about you the last couple of days. Everyone had more important things to focus on actually.”

You are quite glad you lack skin, otherwise, you would have made it obvious how wounded you were.

You. Forgotten? In just a couple of days as well? Preposterous! Why you are the world’s greatest Minion whoever unlived! No one could forget you. That is just criminal! A tragedy. A travesty. A-

Wait, did the Master just say she hadn’t sent for a new Minion X Master contract?

Are sure about that Master? I assure you; I have much evidence to signify you are indeed my Master. The connection from me to you is as clear as day. Why I even lack the ravenous hunger to split open your skull and feast on your insides.

That came out wrong. Your Master flinches away after that last part. You try your best to do some quick damage control.

I saw the System message without a shadow of a doubt. If you need further proof, look at your own Sheet. We both know it never lies. Well, it has yet to lie to me, anyway.

The Master contemplates your words. Her eyes looking into your fiery pits. Searching for something. You’re not sure what. But it would appear she found it because she starts looking through her own System Windows.

Or that’s what you gather, as you start performing the same gestures everyone else does when they’re doing it. You’re quite glad you know the System to exist. Otherwise, it would look like some ridiculous performance whenever someone used it.

The Master sighs, rubbing her temples, after a moment.

“Well, you weren’t lying. I see it. Don’t know how it's there, but it’s there.”

She waves her hand, seemingly closing the Windows. She then stares you down, hands on her hips. A level of authority to her you hadn’t seen before.

“And while I don’t know how, that means you’re my Minion. Which means you’re supposed to listen to men. Something you haven’t been doing. Hell’s, you have been doing a lot of things without my say so. Care to explain why?”

Ah, she’s finally catching on you are not a standard Minion. Recognizing the glory that is Sir Skelliton! Minion extraordinaire! Slayer of evil, conqueror of good, and an unkillable fighter! Finally, a perfect time to enrich your Master’s life with your harrowing adventures.

Fate, as it would appear, doesn’t give you the time. A scream comes down from further ahead. The Master jerks towards that direction Focusing on its owner rather than you. Shame.

The Master starts moving down the hallway, a quick glance in your direction.

“We aren’t finished here.”

She sprints off. In the direction of the scream. Without prompting, you follow.

You are quite glad most of your emotions are as dead as your organs. Otherwise, you’d be more than a little miffed your Master is running headlong into danger. After you worked so hard to keep her out of it.

Yes. Emotions. Quite dead.