World / Series: Steve Lab
Timeline: ????
Overall Feeling: Angst
AU: Steve Lab
Characters: Prof. Favre, Steve Saga Sabre
Settings: ????
Word Count: 682

WARNING: Depiction of Violence and mentions of blood

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Prof. Favre never thought he would ever fear anything, or ever feel it for that matter. No matter how optimistic he is, even with his own deaths, he always knew he would be fine. Sure to any other, Respawn would be considered a curse instead of a blessing, but it was a blessing for him that benefited his survival.

Right now, he wants nothing more than to rip that smug look off of Saga's face.

How dare he ruin the sanctuary he had painstakingly made for years! Years he had spent hiding from them, years he spent traveling to learn more about the existence of living, the pain and the joy. He hated the fact that He had even found them at all. How did they even find them– he wasn't sure and he would get to the bottom of it!

But first–

He would have to find a way to save his creations, the world he had made for them all.

Shakingly getting up– he gripped onto the wound on his side, it was deep and bleeding profusely, not enough to kill him, but enough to give him the status ailment of bleeding. As much as he hated the fact that he was found and should definitely do something about their wounds, they needed to retaliate.

Why? Simple!

He needs to get rid of Saga and if that means his Core would be shattered and he dies? So be it, he wouldn't mind, so long as his creations are left alone.

He is a tragic character and he long since accepted that fact. And well, he would have to deal with the consequences later, right now he has a creator to fight against and probably lose. It was a losing battle the second they showed up anyways. Saga is after all, got the plot armor. The rest of them don't and that is just absolutely stupid.

Stupid protagonists.

"You're able to stand, that's a surprise, but why keep going when you know the end of this fight?" Saga questioned, Prof. Favre simply just huffed in response, it was true, very much so. "Why would I stay down? You had created me much like any other Sabre, to be damn resilient as a Protagonist, no?" Prof. Favre retorted back with a pained smirk, he hated the fact that he had to refer to himself as a Sabre.

He wasn't him, despite being another version.

He is simply his own person, his own existence, untether by any stories written by Saga.

And as another act of defiance, he held out his own weapon. "Well, regardless of the outcome of this match– you will leave my creations alone, right?" He questioned, ignoring the urge to cough, knowing full well that it would be blood that he will cough up. And yet, his response was a laughter from Saga, who seems as though he was amused by the whole event before them.

They were unharmed, while everyone else was.

Damn plot armor, Prof. Favre thought to himself bitterly.

"Fine. I'll leave them alone. My goal was to get you anyways, after all, you did leave before I can finish writing the rest of your tragic tale." Saga admitted as he immediately struck against Prof. Favre, who had barely managed to block the attack, grunting in pain as he struggles to even keep up. It was definitely a fierce fight.

One that no one could dare stopped.

And yet, it was obvious, obvious that Professor Favre would lose.

For someone like himself, he had feared of being found and when it finally occurred, he could do nothing but retaliate in response.

Hoping that it would be enough to spare his creations, his Assistants he dared called his childrens only once, that they would live. 

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Sorry, but I have to stay true to my title as the Angst God every once in awhile, well, that's a lie, I usually am plotting Angst majority of the time.