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MePhone4 sighed shakily, still shaken up by the events that took place. He would have never- out of anything that could happened- imangined that. Was he just going to have no show? Nothing left for him..? No, surely Cobs would have understood. Surely he would let MePhone take his time. Oh, no he wouldn't; if he couldn't make a charcter without flaws or anything intresting then how would he expect Cobs to be paitent about this? He's stubborn, just some stubborn, narrisistic guy who will do anyhting for his brand, his epiphany, his cold metal fortress. MePhone wondered if that was the pain his contestants felt when being deleted, but it brought tears into his eyes for the millionth time today. Cobs must have noticed that MePhone was deep in thought so he put a hand on his shoulder to knock him out of his head. "You want your contestants back? We'll do it, why not," Cobs said in that cunning tone. It took MePhone a few seconds to realize that he was being serious. Actually.
"You'd... you'd do that..?" he said, a bit of color returning to his expression. This had to be a sick joke. "W-What's the catch?" Cobs chuckled. "Thanks for asking- i didn't want you thinking that everything would be returned exactly how it was before. I will be taking care of your little contestants before the show." "Take 'care'?" MePhone replied. Cobs turned his back towards MePhone, before going towards a small desk on the oposite side of the bed that MePhone sat idle. "You'll see soon enough, 4."
"I'll need to power you off to try to find them though. Any... back-ups…?" Cobs sweet tone was eerie to MePhone, only ever seeing the abusive verison of him, and when he didn't- being used to seeing through his kind exterior. "Uh.. n-no?"
"I'll see what I can do." Cobs huffed.
And MePhone fell asleep to the sound of technology and science, a sound that resided in him all these years. The familiarity was unnerving but calm. He hated Cobs, he hated this place. But it was HIS. Like finding a few strokes of red, green and blue amongst a monochrome painting. You could hate it for being so lifeless but you hate it less just because of a few lines of vivd paint. But does one small detail change the full work?
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Cobs's eyes skimmed through an practically-falling-apart website made by MePhone, which he assumed was the first season because there were contestants that were just excluded. He doesn't have to bring back everyone then, does he? He scrolled through a bunch of contestants... Taco, selfish… Suitcase… paranoid… Lightbulb... fear of not being good enough... ugh. Why would MePhone ever want to make his contestants so negative? To be fair, Cobs was only looking at their weaknesses-- but still. His idea of a good character seemed so grey and lifeless, but MePhone just didn't handle that as well as he could, surely.
Cobs turned back to MePhone, his body still. after hooking him up to his computer. After what seemed like hours of searching through files and montains of concepts, Cobs found a character database- ever winner, elimination, and important details. He was almost impressed. Almost. Cobs attempted to delete things and type in new ones, but it keep slowly reassembling itself. It was strange, like it wasn't something MePhone could change unless he truely wanted to.
Maybe there was another way to change them...