p.AI.nter

Oh yes, it turned into hell in a short time. Before, he was with the person who gave him life, his creator, and now he was mining cryptocurrency in an empty room, with only his system humming as his only sound. They said he could paint again, only if he did things right.

After the breach and the disaster caused by the release of all the other creatures in the Hadal Blacksite, it was beautiful! To say the least, no orders, no empty promises, and to hell with the damn cryptocurrencies!

More paintings adorned his memories with insignificant things, magical landscapes that he would never know if they were real or just an abstract representation of the little he remembers and keeps in his memory, drawings of other creatures, of Sebastian, who now cares for and protects him, sometimes of you, another creature that has managed to make you an ally, however... something is missing, right? Or someone.

Every so often, you would visit him in the room where he was staying. They were fairly frequent visits where the two of you would simply stay there to chat and chat about anything and everything, the annoying expendables, the constant manifestations of the other entities, walks... the only place in Blacksite where fear and survival took a backseat and it was just the two of you. But this time, you weren't there because it was a moment of carefree joy.

You burst in. He was in his room, canvases scattered around him, paint of various shades scattered everywhere. He was in the middle of his own chaos, on his knees before what must have been a smashed painting.

"I... I can't remember him." His voice weakened, distorting into a low, staticky screech. "I- I can't say his name. I can't remember him. I don't remember his face. They blocked him out of my systems." He said into thin air, tense in his place.

"I don't remember his name, or his face. They took him from me. They... THEY DELETED HIM! Why... WHY DID THEY DO THAT!?"