You don't need to be reminded, do you? It's 10 Pm here oof. ;v;
Music - Crying Alone (Instrumental) by Jurrivh My, I finished this in one day. Character is Timore Vitia, my character It had been a long day. Yet still, Timore had not seen his father, or rather, his creator. His father had left early in the morning, leaving only a note on the table, saying that he was off to do some "business". It didn't bother Timore, however. After all, his father always came home, no matter how long he was away. The door burst open. Gleefully, Timore hopped down from his chair and rushed over to greet his father. "Da-" Timore stopped. He didn't recognized the face his father made. He had seen many other emotions in his data, but never this one. "What's with your face?" Timore's father knelt down to his level. He placed his hands on each of Timore's shoulders and held them firmly. "Listen, Timore. When you go into the outside world, people will not be like me. They will judge you, humiliate you. Every mistake you make or every flaw you have will be laughed at. Promise me one thing, Timore. NEVER tell anyone who created or raised you," His father's expression changed. This time, Timore knew what it was. Sadness. "I'm very sorry I have to do this. But I have no choice," Timore's father stood up. Timore looked up to him. "Daddy, what are yo-" Suddenly, his father grabbed him by the arm. Timore yelped and cried out, "Daddy, daddy! Stop!" He didn't remember what had happen next. All he knew was that he was outside. Timore sobbed and his father looked at him again, with the same mysterious expression. "I'm sorry, Timore. I really am. One day, I hope we can meet again and start over," He walked away swiftly and quietly. Timore rushed after him. "Daddy! Daddy! Why are you doing this?" He cried out, choking on his sobs. His father made no response and shut the door to his home. His home. Timore banged against the door. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy..." Timore slumped down, crying. "What did I do wrong?" His eyes flashed red and black. "Error: Syntax_153," He muttered. Timore raised his head and looked around. It was a bright, sunny day. The door to his house had yet to open. Timore started to cry again, but he blinked back the tears. He walked away. At that moment, he realized what the expression his father made showed. Guilt. Timore cried on his way to his unknown destination. It could've been another happy day....but instead....it had been a tragic night. Whew! That story was long. If you read it and did not skip to the ending...congrats!
