Uh… awkward affection?

Two years ago, I was a slave to Wily, but a happy one. Do you not remember the hell and destruction I left behind me in the form of fire and mutilation?

I was Wily’s right hand. I was Elec’s lover.

Today, I have calmed down significantly, even if I do have relapses at times. Do not give me power. That time with Serenity showed why I should never have power over someone. I have friends, I have a few boyfriend. I am at the very least, content.

((eek, a Cutman :) ))

You’d have to specify from what period of my life.

From the time I was first activated until now has been a long ride. I’ve been through stages were I was delighted to see people die, and other’s where cats were all I wanted to make me happy.

You’d be surprised at how different I’ve been through my lives.

She stands there red faced from anger and embarrassment.

 Why would her dad — or any form of her dad — have given her a body to be embaressed of? It all seemed a preemptive sort of punishment.

Get out! She shrieked more like a flustered teenage girl, than a robot.