*sees People Being Mean*... Don't Be Mean To Her, This Is All My Fault.

*sees people being mean*... don't be mean to her, this is all my fault.

Well congrats, you made Tessa finally scared of you? Are you proud? Are you happy that you convinced her that you're just a loaded gun on a table instead of her precious little blue jay?

Do you think I’d be proud of myself for failing as a companion. Of course not, you ask the most idiotic questions and think you’re on the highest level of morality.

I cant help that I’ve become something against my will. I’ve been turned into a murder machine and programmed to follow orders at will. “precious little bluejay” sounds like an insult, what? You expected me to behave like a harmless bird? You’re pathetic, thinking I could change myself like nothing happened.

*slides over a bucket of Drone-friendly candy*

*her lip quivers sadly* th-thanks anon *starts eating it like she hasn't eaten in days*

You're more than just a spoiled brat. You're a traumatized child... you went through things nobody ever should, even before your first death...

No wonder she couldn't love me... *weeps even more* who could love a damaged little dumpster diver who lived most of her life like Rapunzel, locked away in her room, singing to the birds like a complete loon.

Maybe mother was right... maybe I should've married Frumplebucket's son... THE REAL TREVOR GAYLORD ya know before Cyn snapped his neck at the gala

Maybe you can fix the wig, do you still have the hair you cut off?

I'm going to just sew a new one, anon... *wiping her tears* plus, it was special... she made it for me, she spent 70 hours on it. She made it long and thick and glossy.. to make me feel at home in my body

I.... I don't want to dye this one almost black with grief. Th-thank you.

Tessa, I'm sure it'll be ok. J probably just needs some time

She's already moved on, anon.... She's already seeing other drones and killing it in my spacesuit.

"Whoever keeps telling you that is wrong, you do so much good," she reassured, gripping his shoulders gently like she used to do when he was scared as a butler, "You're helping so much right now.. I needed a friend and confidant, and I have you and you're doing amazing"

@nate-doorman-elliot

He offers a patch cross

.... *looks upon it*.... I never liked needles... She used to sit with me, she'd let me hold her hand tight as the doctor would give me an injection.... *picks it up and crams it in her shoulder, wincing in pain, oil trickles from the entry wound*

th-thanks Nate.

[TESSOLVER SLEEPMODE ACTIVATED]

*exhales as she hears that*... I have some time before it comes back