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Ruin had grown bored a long time ago.
He had dismantled Dark Sun's Moon for what they were worth-- Ruin had eventually just started calling them Light Moon. At least it matched. Light and Dark, Sun and Moon.
...And what Light Moon was worth was very little. Dark Sun had probably taken all of the important things from Light Moon early on, so he couldn't fight back as easily. Or at least without much effort.
Smart, Ruin supposed. Light Moon probably would've been a much greater problem to Dark Sun if they hadn't.
Either way, Light Moon had been mostly plucked apart.
Ruin didn't think he'd actually go through with the vent comment, he said that simply because he could, but he found himself way too bored to not do it.
Unfortunately, he hadn't gotten too far. The vent was much too small to fit the entirety of Light Moon, but it was time-consuming to try and find ways to make him fit. It kept Ruin occupied for a little while, but once he couldn't get the arms and head to go down any farther, he grew tired of it.
Ruin was trying immensely to ignore his surroundings, considering the predicament he was in, though it was rather hard. Ruin couldn't even do anything in his head, like watch videos, it was just his luck for the wifi password in this dimension to be different than the one in his own.
Or well, in the current dimension he had resided in for the time being.
Still, it was poppycock.
Nexus (Not much of a better name, honestly...) could have picked any other room.
Dark Sun could have picked any other room for Light Moon.
It was fine. This was fine. Ruin was calm, he was fine, he wasn't angry.
He wasn't currently clawing at Light Moon's face in irritation. No, he was not holding onto the hunk of junk because he felt lonely. Ruin didn't get lonely. He was used to not needing anyone to accompany him. He was used to dealing with annoying cells and imbecilic creations that did not listen...
He's referring to Bloodmoon when he means imbecilic.
Even if Eclipse wasn't as smart as the first two or was much more like Solar than he would like to admit, Eclipse was very intelligent in his own right.
Ruin put a lot of effort into Eclipse for him to be that way, maybe a bit too much effort.
In a sense, Eclipse could be like his...magnum opus.
And Dark Sun tampered with his magnum opus.
And no one messes with Ruin's property.
Nobody.
It had been lost on Ruin as to when he became so territorial, though it was quite a common thing for Eclipses to be. All Eclipses feel a sense of ownership to certain things, usually that being of the Star. (Solar was one of the few Eclipses who did not seem to elicit such responses, though they were very moody once their toolbelt was out of sight.) Once said thing an Eclipse supposedly owns is...taken away, they are more than just pissed. It might as well of been a universal fact.
Ruin never had much to begin with. Sure, he had his Sun and Moon's possessions, but they never felt like they were his. There were times when he didn't even believe the Daycare was his home.
Aside from that, though, there were very few things that Ruin did keep. Of course, not that it mattered anymore, considering all of his possessions are most likely gone. Time does that.
Ruin didn't bother to make anything...truly his after that. He saw no point, it was only going to be taken away from him. He doesn't even consider those numb-minded bots he made to be his, really. They were stupid and got the job done, nothing more, nothing less.
...But he made something so perfect, even more so than the shabby job he put together for Bloodmoon. It would've been impossible for Ruin to not take credit for the new Eclipses creation, and of course, he managed to get attached to the idea of being its creator. (The idea. Just the idea.)
To be fair, Ruin did have an idea as to why.
Now that Ruin finally had something of his, something that he made, something so perfect-- Why the hell would he want someone else to take it and fuck with it? Let alone Dark Sun of all people?
Suddenly, the other Eclipses's obsession with taking ownership of the Star made so much more sense.
Why it had to be Dark Sun, Ruin has no idea. At least he had more proper reasons to hate Dark Sun, rather than just being petty about the whole 'screwing with his property', thing. After all, Dark Sun had put something in his body.
Dark Sun.
Dark Fuck.
Berk Sun.
Dark Sun the Git.
Dark Minging Sun.
The Motherfucking Dark--
Ugh, he can't stand that name, seriously...
But as much as Ruin despised Dark Sun's name, it was what they were called. Even Ruin had more of a mind than to (Verbally) call them a...'See you next Tuesday', every five minutes. Even though that's what they were.
Right now was not the best time to call Dark Sun out on that fact, either.
Ruin was the one locked in here, after all.
Though, he could be unscrewing the door from its hinges right about now.
Ruin's gaze shifted towards the door.
Well, it was worth a shot, was it not? It's not like Ruin has much better things to be doing, carresing the face of Light Moon had started to become a little too creepy, even for him. Not that he even knew why he had been doing that. Did he really feel that bad for the thing that he was subconsciously trying to give them relief, even after death?
...Ruin didn't think he felt much more sympathy for the thing than when he killed it. And even then, he didn't feel that bad.
Ruin had already started prodding at the door, letting out a huff. It was strange to say he killed it without much of a second thought. Ruin had never been one for a liking of killing. Or mindless torture. Most assumed otherwise, considering the whole dimensional collapsation and such, but Ruin wasn't a madman...
Okay, well, maybe he wasn't an irrational madman. He was very sociopathic, he'd come to realize. Apparently, that fits him under the 'madman' category, but who was he to judge? (He's a hypocrite, too. He has very high opinions.)
Anyway, Ruin's point is that he's not one for needless violence. Ruin would've rather not of killed trillions, (Or Solar. Maybe he wouldn't be in this current situation if he had tweaked some things to his already flawless plan...) but it was all for a greater cause. He had only killed Light Moon because they were in pain. He was giving them true release, mercy. He had a good cause this time, too.
Even back when he was playing the role of a true freak, when he was working for said greater cause, he had no interest in torturing. But he was a method actor, so obviously he had to be in the mindset that he was interested.
And...Needless to say, it was intriguing. To understand what sadists found entertaining in harming their victims. (Ruin refuses to admit anything about the masochistic side of the role he played. Never will he speak of that.) Hell, it helped him understand Bloodmoon a hell of a lot more than he originally had. Though, again, he still never actually wanted to harm innocents in such a way, even if he did know why the idea was fun for some.
Note how Ruin said innocents.
Ruin might've had too much fun imagining his previous victims as his Creator.
That made things so much easier...
So much fun.
Huh.
Maybe he had more pent-up aggression than he originally thought.
That would explain why he wants to take his anger out on Dark Sun so badly. The idea has passed through his head numerous times, basking itself in quite an appealing light.
Especially now.
Dark Sun had apparently replaced the original doors with something much more sturdy. Ruin doesn't know what, but there are definitely not any hinges on his side of the doorway.
Ruin might've punched the door there afterward.
(It hurt more than he thought it would...His body really is fragile.)
Maybe Ruin should be a little petty right now. There's no harm in imagining things, that doesn't hurt anyone.
Not in the real world.
But, in Ruin's little dreamland, he can imagine many different ways to hurt the damn sun.
There are thousands of ways to hurt someone. Ruin could simply beat the man. He could tie Dark Sun up and cut away at their casing. He could also turn off their body functions, much like how Moon-- Nexus-- Whatever, had done, and slowly break every piece of their body, watching them scream in pain as Ruin only kept their head in working order. Ruin could tear out their eyes and voice box, maybe their legs, too, and watch them try to crawl away in an attempt to escape...But the idea Ruin likes the most would have to be choking them out.
Maybe it was rather illogical because they were animatronics and they don't need air...It was just the thought that counted. The idea of Dark Sun struggling for air, clawing at Ruin's wrists, kicking and squirming to be freed...Their eyes wide as the realization comes to them that Ruin wasn't going to let go, wasn't going to stop.
That they were entirely helpless against Ruin. That they were being knocked down a peg.
And Ruin would enjoy watching the life leave their eyes...
It'd be such a lovely thing...
...Oh.
That made Ruin feel things. He didn't like that. This feeling was weird.
It reminded him of that thing he used to have for his Roxanne. It's unfortunate that Sun's little crush followed him once they became one, though, back then Ruin was very naive. In the beginning.
He realized how much of a toxic bitch Roxanne was much quicker than what Sun would've.
Good thing this wasn't some crush, no. Ruin would kill himself before he ever had a crush on Dark Sun...but the idea of choking them-- Fuck, Ruin needs to stop. This is the boredom getting to him, he's having delusions from his own boredom. (He's denying his enjoyment of the idea.)
What's next, Ruin falls under some Stockholm Syndrome-type delusions?
...Ruin shouldn't jinx it. He really shouldn't with how his luck is going so far.
Whatever, the idea of Ruin choking out Dark Sun made him feel something. It was akin to the feeling of a crush, the same butterflies in his stomach. It made him feel queasy, so pleasingly queasy.
Maybe that method acting had burrowed its way into Ruin's head and he's just too into his own head to realize he's reverting back to a more freakish personality due to his utter rage.
That or Ruin was actually a pervert.
Ruin decided on the former. He had put a lot of thought back to when he had played the role of his mind being infected by the virus, he most likely just slipped back into the role because, as previously stated, he was angry, and the virus act suited his current behavioral need more than his normal self did.
By now, Ruin had let himself slide onto the floor, back against the door. He was starting to give himself a headache from thinking so much about something so needless, but the excitement just didn't want to leave his body.
Hm.
It was a nice change. The feeling in his stomach. The feeling of wanting to do something so badly, that he just can't...it was different. If Ruin wanted to do something, then there was simply no stopping him. There was a reason why he was able to go through with killing all the Creators known to mankind.
But, the idea of doing as simple as choking Dark Sun, was so out of reach currently. He couldn't do it, not now, not for a while, at least. There were too many risks to do so.
...Ruin could always get what he wanted if tried hard enough-- as bratty as that sounds. And now that he can't, it's just so...
God, Ruin can't begin to describe it.
The feeling grew stronger.
.
.
.
...Bloody hell, Ruin was a pervert, wasn't he?
A scowl appeared on Ruin's face, eyes averting back to the only friend he has.
Light Moon.
That name truly is just as stupid as 'Dark Sun', but it wasn't any use to change it now. It felt right now, Ruin didn't really want to change it.
The thing looked more beat up than Ruin's body was before he had built his new one. A part of that was probably also because Ruin had done the oh-so-kind favor of pulling Light Moon apart as well. He didn't feel that bad about it, honestly. Boredom does things to a man.
Ruin crawled back over to Light Moon, seeing their arms bent at an abnormal angle and head tilted upward awkwardly.
It almost felt like he was staring at his old self. Or some alternative version of himself where the virus had been genuinely mind-affecting. Ruin was sure, somewhere out there, there was another version of himself living a happy life after he had been cured by the Celestial family. Maybe the other him decided to go to therapy or maybe even pursued more of a Theater career, working alongside Solar.
The feeling in his metaphorical gut died down at the idea.
Good.
Ruin didn't want to feel that way.
(He didn't deserve to.)
Ruin forced a click to erupt from his mechanical voice box. "Well, dear companion of mine, I seem to be having some conflictions..." He stated lowly, his fingers tapping against the cold, hard ground he sat on.
Ruin did feel lonely.
He sucked in his own pride. Ruin had to do something other than let his mind run rampant now, lest it be overtaken by thoughts of choking Dark Sun out again.
"...It seems to be our lucky day, isn't it, Light Moon?" Ruin spoke with a small hum, leaning towards the other, "We have each other, for now, anyway, so why not let us indulge in each other's company, hm?" Ruin had decided to pull Light Moon out of their prison. He had firstly pulled them up by their forearms but easily moved up to the broken being's chest once it had finally given way from their stuck position. So, by the time Ruin had plopped him out, he was grasping Light Moon by their upper body.
Their legs didn't come back up with them. Not that Ruin had expected them to, but either way it was still a little surprising seeing nothing being held up by Light Moon's hips. Just torn fabric and wires.
It's not like Ruin needed Light Moon to have their legs.
As silly as it was, Ruin just needed someone to hug. Only arms were necessary for that.
And so that's what Ruin did. He held Light Moon in his arms, forcing the limp body to hug back, indulging in the fake company he himself had made up. Ruin pretended that Light Moon spoke in their grating voice, asking why this was happening. Ruin didn't give Light Moon an answer. He didn't speak.
Ruin really should've waited to deactivate the thing.
He had a feeling he was going to be alone for a while.
A long while.