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They liked it in their strange, small home that could be comparable in shape almost to a totem pole. It was safe. They got to kill weirdo cultists all day. They got to do whatever they want, no one could tell them no. No one could force them to do things they despised. It was good.
Another one down. They watched as the robot's parts slowly disintegrated away. If you asked anyone else, such a sight would be horrific.
Fen was used to it. And found joy in it.
Destroying was something they were meant to do.
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It was still fun to destroy, but they were destroying in the same exact way. Nothing new.
It was boring.
And then she came along.
It had gotten destroyed, and they felt small again. They didn't like this feeling. They didn't like this steambot, either. So of course they immediately annoyed her.
Guess they're a team now, huh?
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Seeing steambots that weren't weirdos was something else. That didn't mean they didn't talk down to them, though. Dorothy immediately followed up with anger.
But despite this, they had been given a name. No one in vectron ever got that!
Fen.
Their name is Fen.
They liked it.
The nickname Dot was pretty stupid, though.
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Blowing up things was so much fun! That wall had it coming, it was just so much fun. The way Dorothy destroyed things made them happy. They were technically a part of it, in the end.
The way her pickaxe sliced through some things was good. She was creative with destroying things.
They liked that.
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Shiners were freaky looking. Apparently, Dorothy thought the same, because she immediately began to stab one.
Apparently they can talk.
One likes to blow things up. They like that one.
Apparently this "Rusty" got changed by Vectron. They weren't surprised.
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The temple was fun, Dorothy killing cultists was fun, dodging lava was fun, it was all just... Amazing! They were so far away from Vectron. They loved their new name. Fen.
They were so much happier than ever before.
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No. No, no, no, no. This wasn't ok. They didn't want to go back. Vectron was hell. It had them by the throat.
But Dorothy wasn't familiar with the word no.
They didn't want to leave her alone down there. She'd die. They didn't want her to die. They really didn't want her to die.
And soon, they were in emptiness.
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Fen felt... Sick? They weren't sure, but she was alive. She was back. She was fine, but she looked scared.
But they knew about more. More of those machines. It was time.
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Destroying the machines with Dot- Dorothy. Dorothy. Had been fun.
But now there was a new issue. They were blocked off.
Something about the bombs felt familiar, an instinct, almost. They ignored it.
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Time was running out. Everything was hot. She was hurt, and so was her friend.
Was she insane, too, now? She can't climb out! They had to do something, anything!
They knew.
And they said their final words to her.
"See you around, Dot."