[color=f49ac2][center][h3]Smudge Pixelby[/h3][/center][/color]

IA-920 wasn't moving, hadn't budged an inch from its curled position on the dirt. Its muscles had slackened. The arms of static were gone.

[color=f49ac2]"D-don't touch that!"[/color] yelled Smudge from nearby, voice broken.

The spirit scuttled towards them, her flickering body entirely detached from the comatose girl, holding them firmly in the gaze of one huge curvilinear eye. Trundling along in its grip was the grim scholar's book, and... Another, grislier thing he had once treasured.

In a flash, Smudge buried herself back into her body's screen, carrying his... With her. Her arms dissolved seamlessly into the void beyond the glass. She stood up shakily, the book once again held in her arms.

[color=f49ac2]"This's- is- This is mine now,"[/color] whispered IA-920, still well past the verge of tears, as brain fluid began to drip from its face. [color=f49ac2]"He's not using it."[/color]

[@Overlord Thraka][@Lmpkio]