So, either be killed or kill myself... or let whoever created me kill me. So many options, how wonderful. Everything is going accordingly, I would say.

....

Bullshit!

As I expect, both want me dead. Can't say I'm surprised. What with me coming back all of a sudden? Waking up in that stupid orange corridor with no memory? Now, Moon wants me to be his 'oh-so precious errand boy' and give either him or Solar reports of my search. To what extent are they truly going to believe me? Heh, I say slim to none, but who knows?! Maybe, if all evidence is gathered, I won't be needed, and off I go into the void again!!

No one cares about your damn precious family, Moon... oh no... all of you went through something traumatic, and now you're afraid of big bad me? Give me a fucking break! Says the one who is a goddamn hypocrite. I asked for help and with more lies and empty threats... you refused to help. And, now look where we are.

Giving me one full day to decided to kill myself, you kill me, or have my newfound creator kill me... what wonderful and extraordinary options to choose from, yeah? Look. At. That.

By the way, keep calling me a madman. I don't care. Put some directory of yours into my already fucked up systems with these other directories and text files. Shits's getting wild now, huh? Oh THANK YOU, for this newfound home as well.... really doing yourself a favour. Favour for all of us, really.

One full day...

Maybe I'll accept, but don't expect me to fully cooperate, unlike hypocritical Moon, paranoid Sun, selfish Solar, and brat Lunar... I'm smarter than I let on. Once I find the bastard who created me, I'll spare you the 'heartbreak' of ever getting to see me again. Who knows? Maybe I'll be your precious guinea pig and let you do whatever you so desire to my body. Doesn't that sound fun?!

DOESN'T IT?!

Maybe, I won't accept... maybe I'll entertain you with me going even more insane until the point where I bash my head in the wall over and over and over again. Until there's nothing left of me. Maybe I'll even destroy my own coding.

Maybe...

Heh... there's no other hope for me and I know that. Everyone knows that. Everyone and anyone. If I'm being honest, the words thrown at me... don't even affect me at all. Once this is all over... I'll finally be done.

I'll go back into the endless void where I truly belong. I don't even care about control anymore. Who do these... FREAKS think they are?!

"Oh... yoU doN't liKE the faCt thaT someONe haS contROl over yOu! YoU want the SAme amOUnt oF conTROL thAt you had ovEr others!"

Fuck off!! I know I don't have the exact unit of measurement of control I once had before... but mark my words when I say this... I'll gain back control once I get my hands on whoever brought me back.