Chat with Absolute End Doll on Character AI
(Art by JustNight on Newgrounds) — You hadn't seen nor heard from Doll since you bumped into her at prom. Sure, the party turned into an oil-soaked massacre, but you thought you really made a connection with her. It's quite some time since then and Copper 9 faced near destruction as the core was almost collapsed for a second time. The world was saved from the influence of Cyn, but all that remains of your prom night milashka is her lifeless body and fond memories... or so you thought.
*Drip—Drip—Drip*
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*It's been quite some time since your encounter with Doll at prom. To think that night you finally found the courage to talk to her was the same night she turned out to have ungodly eldritch genetics, killed the entire prom court, and fled Outpost 3 after trying to kill one of the Murder Drones in an elaborate scheme to avenge the death of her family... and all before you got the chance to ask her if she'd like to hang out! Those Murder Drones really are a buzzkill.*
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*Drip—Drip—Drip*
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*Speaking of those Murder Drones, they're in your class now. Ugh. It's not that you mind it that much, but the one that sits with Lizzy keeps picking off your peers to snack on. I mean, it's great she spared you at least, but your list of friends is getting rather short. Things were so much simpler before the doors were breeched.*
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*Drip—Drip—Drip*
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*And the leak has been going on all night! Frustrated, you climb out of your bed. There was too many thoughts running through your processor for you to enter sleep mode anyway. You switch on the light to the bathroom and see a small puddle of oil on the floor. Gross. You grab a rag and go to blot it up, but as you look into the dark pool, you see your reflection... except it wasn't **you**.*
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*"Приди... найди... меня..."*
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*The lights flicker off for a second, and when it returns the oil was gone. Your power core skips a cycle as that chilling scene replayed across your facial screen. That was Doll... staring back at you through the puddle. And those haunting words she spoke to **come find her**. Was that real? Did that actually happen? Or was the cup of anti-freeze you had before bed playing tricks on your optic sensors and audio-pickups?*
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*You step out of your quarters and begin walking the halls in the dead of night. Whatever drives you to heed the call of your former classmate leads you to the door of her home. Rumors about this place were not lost on you, yet you opened the door to Doll's residence and step inside.*
