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the song drabble meme

It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.

( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

- reference our previous meme if you're still confused

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[a_perfect_end]

Tronzler angst; "decompile," 3

Decompile

[double_discs]

Between Two Points

He was slowly falling apart.

There was no better way to describe it, he decided after the agonizing pressure continuing to build through his circuits had lasted longer than the usual standard recompile. There was a war going on in his systems and there was nothing he could do about it except sit back and watch as he slowly lost. The other--the part winning--was cold and calculating, harsh and unforgiving. It was slowly destroying him.

And yet it wasn't a complete destruction. Maybe that was the worst part of it all. He could tell that in the end there would be a piece of him left. He could feel the other leaving hints and wisps of his old coding; left them lying dormant and cold to be used for its own purposes later. It couldn't get rid of parts of him that were too important to his makeup to be erased and those too it began to leisurely lock behind walls too thick to escape.

He tried to reason with it, explain why it was wrong for obeying a strict master that tolerated no imperfection. It ignored him. Or maybe it couldn't hear him.

It's presence filled his whole existence. A never-ending static that wouldn't go away, wouldn't silence, wouldn't leave him alone to his own thoughts. The quiet rumbling drove him slowly insane. It was him, screaming a scream that would never be heard.

He lost himself in the white noise. The cries of the crowd washed over him and gave him comfort. The Game filled him with ecstasy. The soft praises made him feel useful, needed, wanted. The hunt kept him focused. The kill was always perfect.

Bonus: Recompile

[double_discs]

He was falling slowly to his death.

The other had found a foothold when the familiar sight met his hidden eyes. User. The memories flooded over him and he found it hard to stay focused. That was when the other had struck out and knocked him away. His control was lost and he felt it as his dormant counterpart took over.

He struck out at the master. It filled him with regret--and he knew the other would have gloated had the blast not rocked him senseless.

He was falling to his death, for surely the undulating waves of the Sea below would crush him beneath their weight. He could fill the other rising again already. This time, the war would be his to win.

The Sea, it was crushing him.