Old Post

(This was intended as my original post before moving to my new place. I never got around to finishing it. And I guess today was just the day to finish it. So enjoy.)

"Samus you have everything packed yet?" The A.I. looked around at the messy room that had been hers to have since she had been created. "No.." Stray peaked his head in and raised an eyebrow with a confused expression "Why not?" She looked down and then looked away pursing her lips as her face grew hot.
"Because I don't want to move."
"Doesn't matter, we have to."
"Hmph! Just because you had to go and say those things-"
"It wasn't my fault!" Crossing his arms over his chest he glared at her before looking down at the  floor.
"I'm sorry, but we just have to make things work, we have a friend willing to take us in for awhile." "But.."
"Look, I'm sorry that we have to move, we had a great thing going, but with no job at the moment we have to take whatever comes our way, right?"
"If you say so.."

Sighing Stray went off to pack off more the living room before yelling out, his computer locked and not accepting his password. He called out again, not wanting to be mad at her but not really liking her mischievous behavior that she had developed on her own.

"Samus!" 

"Yes!?"

 "What did you do to my computer!?"

She smiled before quickly going back to packing her meager possessions, not daring to remind him that she was an A.I. and could basically do whatever she wanted to his computer. Besides simply locking him out, she had also replaced his password after finding out some less than wonderful material on a small part of his hard drive. Due to the fact that is was mostly about the girl that she had been modeled after, it didn't fill her with confidence about his intentions if he ever got the idea to do anything to her. "It's what you deserve." She said to herself as she folded her clothes and put them into one of the boxes that was marked with her name.

Smacking the laptop once more before powering it down, he slumped in the chair while looking toward the ceiling. Later that night he was going to be looking at an unfamiliar ceiling again, nothing made much sense in his life anymore. He had some money but it wouldn't last, and he wasn't sure how long the graciousness of his friends would last, one month, two? If that lasted longer, than certainly things would look up for him, hopefully find a better job then he had right now. It was great for the small things such as food and keeping Samus maintained, but being forced to move when he felt at home? Not that he wasn't grateful, but he always longed for a more permanent home, a place to call out, "I'm home!" And someone would be there to greet him, Samus maintained the link between sanity and insanity for now, but with her entering a 'teenage' stage of her development it didn't give him much confidence that he could remain him.

It was always the darkness that scared him, being alone without anyone around, knowing that no one wanted him that haunted him in every hour. Could that knock be from the landlord, kicking him out? Or could it be from the one he always saw in his dreams? The little girl that laughed and giggled and pointed at him as he was mutilated in different ways? Was that why sleep was so hard to come by these days, or was it the stress? "Too many questions, not enough answers." Stray muttered to himself as he finished packing his meager possessions away. Once the truck got here, he would put most of the stuff in the storage, and then go to the apartment where his friends were waiting for him to arrive. "Come on Samus." He called out to her, as he opened the door for one last time, and stepped outside, to an unknown future, to an unknown fate, to death herself if she wanted him so bad, but for now, it was just a step, a step to the uncertain..