> Be Ash
Well of course you're Ash? Who else could you possibly be?
> Write that other message
You decide to start writing that other message. You hear something whirring outside of your door, but you don't pay it any attention. It'll go away eventually. Hopefully. Right now you don't really feel like fighting. You don't feel like doing anything. But you're going to make this message anyways.
You really don't know how to talk to this guy. Any time you decide to message him you always just get so flustered. And half the time when you do go through with it he's off doing something else. Having a life and such. What a guy. Er, what a loser you mean. Yeah. How dare he ignore you in lieu of having a social life. You start to get a little bit angry, but then take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. Can't go cutting ties just yet.
You cringed a little bit at that line. Everything about this is a little bit cringe-y. Why do these conversations always have to be so awkward?
> Scratch that
You huff and then erase all that you'd typed. Let's try this again.
Ugghhhhh. That's just so boring. You think about rewritting it. You stare at it. You squint your eyes, looking deeper into each individual pixel of your screen. You squint your eyes even more until everything gets blurry and then squint them some more until they're completely closed. You blindly move your finger over to the mouse. You let it hover there for a second, thinking if you really want to go through with this. You slowly lower your finger down, running through each individual worst case scenario in the back of your head as you do it.
> Wake up
Finally, just as your finger is about to touch the mouse you come to your senses and open your eyes. You almost did it. You almost sent that disgusting excuse for-
> Strife
Just as you came to your senses and decided not to send the message, one of the SPARRING BOTS decided to burst through your door. Normally they're programmed with some semblance of manners, but this one's been around for as long as you can remember. You suppose it's just going through it's rebellious teen phase. Too bad. You really liked this one too. It used to play with you when you were a kid. And by play, you mean it would often throw you out windows or try to run you over. You think about it for a second and decide that that's actually just what all the bots are like. This is JUST ANOTHER SHITTY ROBOT.
> Destroy the JUST ANOTHER SHITTY ROBOT
You don't mind if you do. You pick up one of the many shields that you have laying around the room and launch it at the robot's head unit. This one was a tad larger than some of the others, which means that you wouldn't have been able to fight with it as effectively. However it works perfectly for blinding the robot long enough for you to run up to it and bash it into the ground with your viking shield. You suppose these older models weren't as sturdy because it only took one hit to take this one down. Maybe the countess made the earlier ones weaker on purpose since you were also weaker? No, that couldn't be. You don't even think the thought. No, she was just not experienced enough to put up a challenge back then. Yep. That's it.
> Return to cringey e-mail
You scoot the pile of smoking metal out of the hole that it had made with its entry and go back to your work. You sit back in front of your screen to rewrite the e-mail once more. But... no... it can't be... there's a message sent icon right there where the message... oh god... oh god no. When the robot burst through the doorway it must have startled you just enough to make you tap your mouse. You look at your outbox and sure enough there it is. You start to panic. What if CC thinks you're weird or a loser when he reads that? Oh god. This is literally the worst thing that could have happened right now. Before you get too far into your pseudo-mental breakdown, another icon pops up on the screen. This one says that you've got mail. Two of them in fact.
> Inspect new message
This is literally the best thing that could have happened right now.
> Respond
The smile on your face only grows wider as you type. You may have come off as a complete dunce to CC, but at least now you've got something real good to get NC with. He talked about Buck waaaayyy too much anyways. Kid got what he deserved. And now you're about to really rub his nose in it. After you finish this other e-mail first though.
You wrinkle your nose and bare your teeth. You can't believe you just called someone your bestie, but that's the name of the game you guess? Besides, she really did just help you out big time.
> Take a breather
You don't want to take a breather. You have prime information that could be used to really get Tim's goat so to speak. You crack your knuckles and start typing up the new message.
Yeah. That looks good. You completely forgot about that thing that was troubling you just moments ago. What was that thing that was troubling you by the way? Yeah right, you can't remember because it doesn't matter. You just destroyed Tim so many times. And you already got him so good earlier. Today can only get better.
> Reply to the other friend
Oh yeah. The other friend.
Reverse-engineer them? This guy's getting in a little over his head. You're the one with the castle in the sky. He needs to get educated and pull his head out of the clouds.
Why do these people have to be so dumb and weak? At least Tim can handle himself in a fight. Adrian could probably survive an encounter or two, but you doubt he'd be able to live in these conditions. Then Evelio is just a complete wimp and you don't think that Gwen has ever even been in a slightly heated argument. You sigh and go to rest your head on your computer desk. You close your eyes and let out a yawn. As you start to fall asleep you hear a beeping coming from your computer. It's probably just Tim coming back to try and pretend that what you said didn't even phase him. You let out a slight laugh and then doze off. You'll deal with the guy later.
