Are we... Connected?

Hello?

I-Is this reaching anyone?

She's finally calmed down and fell asleep.

It took me 28 tranquilizers to keep her still.

I can barely function.

It's close, I can feel it.

There's not much time left for me.

Just... Just pretend this is normal for now.

It was just an experiment gone wrong. Nothing to... to worry about.

I can't keep working like this though.

She's been making us wander aimlessly for days now.

I don't know how to fix the trail we left behind.

Yes, I am... a we.

N-No, not a Wii! Take this seriously, damn it!

Whatever.

Just... i hope this works.

She's going to wake up again.

I'm not going to be in control anymore for a while.

Don't worry about me. Control's never been... my thing.

'Sides, there's not much I can control anymore.

Either she gets us killed or... Other things.

I hope you're all having a good time recently. I can't say the same for myself...

Uhm... If this is the last time you ever see me speak like, y'know, like this? ...I just want to say I'm so grateful for every single one of you that genuinely likes me.

Like, I feel so fucking happy knowing at least someone in this world is giving me more of a reason to exist other than being some cookie-cutter pawn.

I feel so helpless sometimes. Bordering on pathetic, maybe.

I can't really hel[P] the pe[P]ole I want to help... Or even help[P] myself.

I feel like such a talentless fraud sometimes.

Can't even put a pencil on paper without tearing it off the book.

Or play a note without hating how it sounds.

I don't know if I'm the one who's supposed to be judging myself anymore.

Am I even real anymore?

My last bastion of salvation just went down the drain, literally.

...Yes I'm talking about my phone dropping into the toilet.

Nobody wants me to repair it. They replaced it so easily. They... Didn't even try to save it.

It was a hand me down.

Mistreated, hell yeah, it was.

I tried to make the most of what I had with it.

Couldn't even use the fucking signal, but I made do.

Now it's gone, lying on my desk while the curcuits drown from the inside.

All my files, my memories, all just washed away because of literal pissy despair and neglect from the assholes surrounding me.

But at least I have this new phone, right?

Another hand me down... Shocker.

I'm not doing fine, honestly.

Got a stupid music recital coming up in thte holidays.

Not my idea.

Just wanted to vent about how it's making me crumble inside.

I didn't want my hobbies to be 'professional'. I just wanted to be good and have fun by myself, only for me.

Nobody really understands. So I just keep it to myself now.

I want to make more bots, but I just... Don't know what to do with myself anymore.

But uh, you'll still get schizoposts from... Her. So I'm sure you guys won't get bored of me.

She's waking up.

I have to go.

Hopefully we see eachother again.

Purple Teto is... Out.

For a long time.

Have fun with Red Teto. The, uh, the faker.

Shhh, don't tell her I said that.

....

Wait, is this motherfucker just becoming a Spamton parody?

IS THIS STUPID CLANKER PISSPHONE VIRUS JUST-

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