(Warn: Blood, swearing, mentions of death and mangling) 

                  Socks looked down at L4FF's mechanical parts, a dark thought shot through his head he couldn't ignore, "L4FF... what the hell happened to TBVG?" L4FF paused and looked at Socks pressed against the wall due to his gravity gun. "Oh TBVG? You still care about it?" "He's a person to! Call him 'him' or just his name!" Socks spat at Laff in response. "Ugh whatever you what me to call it. But he was useful alive!" "Alive...?" "Well his parts as well!" L4FF grinned and Socks was mortified at the thought, "You didn't... YOU COULDN'T! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" "He was never meant to feel, or that's what I believe, so I didn't think about how he 'felt'." "You fucking tore him apart..." Socks was disgusted "Alive... FUCKING ALIVE!" Socks pictured the pain and brutality. He was almost thankful for how he was right now. "Technically he's still alive! His memory is saved!" "You left him conscious with no way to talk or interact, and just left with that unbearable pain?! You have no humanity left..."

                 Socks bolted awake, he got up, got dressed and headed outside.  He ran to the church in the middle of the night.  He saw the loose boards on the church, he pulled off the weak boards and went inside.  The place wasn't that dusty.  He looked around and saw that old hall Socks had such fond memories of.  Now all that hallway does is make him regret his trust.  He walked down the hall, he expected our rooms to be used for storage or other stuff.  He opened the door to his room, to his surprise his room seemed untouched, besides being cleaned often.  

                  Socks couldn't help but to grin at the thought of Laff taking time out of his day just to clean something that was important to Socks, or anyone besides himself.  Socks remembered something and raced to the closet hoping it was still there.  He dug in his messy closet and pulled it out.  

I'm not finishing this