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The following excerpt has been altered with a more tasteful choice of words than what the characters in canon would say. We hope you can understand the modifications to the dialogue.

Additionally…to those who have read this story before from way back from last year, most of it has been revamped from the ground up and has a different, extended ending that differs from the original. I would appreciate you checking out this reimagining! (The original has been deleted but archived.)

-Animerionettes

None of the students at The Ultimate Academy for Gifted Individuals could give you a clear time of how long they were imprisoned in an unforgiving Killing Game. Many of the students have already accepted their fate and have tried making their new confines as hospitable as they could manage. Though, to go and assume that all the contrasting personalities would follow suit would be a risky gamble. Every person was one excellently crafted attack away from flying free from the ungodly university, whether they liked it or not…

Nighttime struck. Through the dome spanning hundreds of miles above and around the school, the sky resembled that of an ocean at dusk, a dark blue that spanned near infinitely over the glass. Whether it was out of a fatigue or a fear of being hunted, it was in most students’ best interest to head to bed. Even when the mascot like jailkeeper Monokuma would echo that concern, it would seem to be the only remotely logical advice he’d ever give.

K1-B0 knew that as untrustworthy as the headmaster was, this was a piece of advice he should listen to. Especially with him being the only robot amongst the human students, many boasted his artificial attributes to be inferior to that of a humans, and he knew it'd only take one fateful night before there was a report of his forceful decommissioning. Even still, there was something that compelled him to be drawn to the Ultimate Inventor's lab, as if magnetically. For all he could tell, it may as well have possibly been magnetism itself. Or maybe it was... her.

He gave a light peek into the corridor’s entrance, taking in the dim blues and purples that surrounded the workplace studio. All of the neon colored lights elegantly reflected off the spare metal, giving a glow like a dim game room filled with arcade cabinets. In the center of the room was Miu Iruma, hard at work on her newest creation. Seeing the Ultimate Inventor in the laboratory designed specifically with an inventor in mind didn’t surprise K1-B0 much. It was getting relatively late, sure, but he could easily see Miu getting too engrossed in a project to care about the time. What did surprise the robot was the sci-fi inspired ray gun in her hand as she turned around to acknowledge him. As soon as he recognized it as a weapon, he threw his mechanical arms up in a surrendering pose. K1-B0 wasn't equipped to switch to a defensive mode, and there was no way he could be allowed to harm her, as he knew better than anyone else that Asimov's laws forbid a robot to take the first action. Immobilized in terror, all he could think of to do was ask questions to decelerate the situation.

"M-Miu...you don't intend on using that device to harm me...do you?"

Miu instinctively scoffed at him. She didn’t have the time for stupid questions. Rather than dropping everything to worry about whatever malfunction Mega-Moron’s dealing with this time, she stood with her arms at her hips before motioning him over with her unarmed hand.

"Save it, robot. I need your help with something. Get your robotic hind over here!"

Hesitantly, K1-B0 stiffly marched through the laboratory to Miu's side. He rubbed his mechanical fingers between his alternating hands, resembling what a person might do as a nervous fidget. "Y-you don't need my help in assisting you kill someone else, right? A robot is not to harm a human...plus I'd certainly disappoint Dr. Idabashi by betr-"

"Seriously, can it!" Miu retorted. "I don't need you to kil-"

Miu Iruma put her hand to her chin and pondered on the idea. Whatever direction Miu’s “revised draft” was headed was a road K1-B0 wanted no part of. K1-B0 nervously tried to sidestep away before she got any more elaborations, but it was too late: she had already grabbed his robotic arm with one hand, extravagantly displaying the mysterious ray gun in the other.

"Behold, K1-B0. You should be honored that I, the gorgeous girl genius, am extending you an offer that'll change the world! Now, the plan is simple. You're gonna shoot me with this."

K1-B0 felt no words reach his voicebox at first, only segmented stammering, until he could progress translating his calculation of her statement into thoughts.

"You want me to shoot you with this? Why?!"

Miu responded with an impatient groan. "Ughhh… I didn't expect you to have this kinda cowardly hesitation programmed into you. What, did Dr. I-Don’t-Know-Abashi give ya a freaking baby safe mode? Listen. It ain't gonna kill me, alright? That good enough for you?"

K1-B0's internal calculations only saw a 3% decline of the "Stress" diagnostic. "You seemed relatively willing to have me attack someone just a second ago. If you insist that whatever that…thing is won’t hurt you…can I at least know what it’ll do?”

Miu's disposition shifted from an assertively hostile one back to an unhumble boast.
"This little device is called The Marionettitizer! One blast of it and the person on the receiving end’ll look like a helpless little puppet!"

K1-B0 blinked, not following her logic. "So...you want to be affected by it...why?"

Miu Iruma shot her hand up in front of her, giving a pose of a confident intellect. "Key word: look helpless! Then…it'll be up to you to gift me away so I can snipe the receiver in their sleep!"

K1-B0's internal functions paused for a fleeting moment, appalled in disbelief.

"B-but either you kill someone and be executed by Monokuma, or put down the rest of us...including me! Why would I agree to something that'd get me killed?!"

"Oh, darn…" Miu Iruma said in a playfully pouting tone, as if pretending to have her master scheme foiled. "I guess we need a way to get you out of here for being such a helpful friend, don't we?"

Miu's face lit up with a dubious excitement as she dragged him to another adjacent table, covered to the brim with blueprints and four alluringly shiny metal plates, each indented with a letter of K1-B0's name. She showed the distractingly silver plates to K1-B0's cameras in a feigningly innocent demeanor, displaying the K, 1, -B, and 0 in a grandiose manner.

K1-B0, apart from slightly wincing when a plate was shown a bit too close to his face, didn't focus on whatever they were supposed to resemble. He was too entangled in a sense of disturbed unease by her plan. "How exactly are these supposed to spare me from Monokuma's judgment?"

Miu, dropping her gentle façade, cackled for the lair to be echoed back to her. “Simple! See these bad boys? They may not look it, but they are jam packed with information that can distort you into a variety of shapes. I’ll…heh heh, I’ll look into the more interesting uses another time, but for this, I can temporarily combine your body with them to make you into…I don’t know, a metal coat of armor or something! I skate past the trial, everyone's too busy pointing fingers at the "real" boys and girls, and bam! I’m free! We’re free!”

K1-B0 couldn't help but be confident that something, somewhere in this plan went wrong. He was near positive that there was one factor in this scheme that’ll go horribly awry. As the Marionettitizer was thrust in the robot’s hand, he scanned the exterior of the device to see if anything was blatantly wrong with it. All the while, Miu posed and smiled as if she was readying to have her picture taken.

"It's just a test run, K1-B0. Nothing that you can't handle. Man up!"

K1-B0 was put at a slight ease by Miu's confidence, but he was too clouded in a suffocating sense of doubt. Even still, he slowly raised his mechanical hand to her head, and pulled the trigger. A blindingly light pink light flashed the entire room, discombobulating K1-B0's processor for a second. When the sudden havoc of the device ceased, he glanced to the direction of the impact only to find a tiny marionette of the Ultimate Inventor, displayed lifelessly where she was standing moments ago. K1-B0 rushed to the puppet and rapidly tried everything he could think of to get a response out of her. Calling her name, slightly rattling her controller only to make her wooden body soullessly quiver, nothing would change the unmoving painted smile on her face. All K1-B0 could process was the world through a red hint, as his core had initiated a panic mode. He scoured the room for any device that could turn her back, or anything that could be of use. As he looked from invention to invention, the red hue began to intensify and decline like an active siren as he scrambled around the lab.

"The Goin' Commando gun...the Magnet Beam...the Auto-Puncher-that-Punches-You-for-Telling-Terrible-Dirty-Jokes, the Turbo Action Backpack, the Snag Arm, the Flash Liquidizer Ultra Dousing Device, the Hookup Counter…?! These a-aren't exactly helpful...!!!"

The distraught machine scoured the room for anything that sounds remotely useful, until something caught his receptors. After rummaging all of what may as well have been junk, he found a weird contraption that could prove handy. "The Toy...Translator?". He analyzed it from a few angles and felt just as confused before he inspected it. The device has such a broad name, and knowing the person who made it, K1-B0 couldn’t be sure if such a thing would be helpful.

Desperate, K1-B0 picked up the Ultimate Inventor’s controller and placed the barcode scanner-like device to the small doll’s blonde hair. As if adjusting the antenna on an ancient television, K1-B0 moved the device to and from Miu’s head to try to find any sort of signal. To his utter relief and slight surprise, he was able to hear her familiar voice, muffled with static at first but eventually as clear as if it came from her own lips.

"K- -0…-1B0, –n –u he-r me? -epe-t, K1-B-, c-n you h-ar me?”

K1-B0 waited for just a second for her voice to fully return, then let out a hearty sigh. As he took a moment to catch his thoughts, Miu was quick to celebrate.

“Boo-yeah! It works! Suck it, Shuichi! Hah-hahahaha!!!"

K1-B0 was happy to see Miu take this in stride, but this did technically mark a failure in her plan. He was near certain that even if she insisted otherwise, puppeteering a marionette to commit a murder would still put the blood on his hands.

"So...Miu...how exactly are you going to do anything like this? You can't move, can you...?"

Miu had to physically remember her predicament. She was not the 5'8 inventor she was moments ago, but rather, a 14 inch puppet dangling in front of her new puppeteer.

"Pah! You were right. I can't move at all like this. Well, that plan is a bust!” Miu sighed with an overdramatic audible gust. "Well now…I guess I am just at the mercy of anyone who puppeteers me...they can make me do anything I want them to...anything like a naugh-"

K1-B0 was grateful to find the volume dial on the translator so quickly. He knew that whatever thoughts and fantasies Miu was talking about wasn't worth the mental toll of listening to. After a few minutes of silently nodding in agreement, he turned up the volume again.

"...Maybe this puppet thing won't be bad...won't be bad at all...Heh heh heh…Now, K1-B0, as...heh heh...exciting...as this path is, I need you to turn me back."

K1-B0 near instantaneously nodded in a direction that the puppet lady could see him prove willing to cooperate. "Of course! How w-would I go about this?"

Through the transmission of the device, Miu let out a proud sigh before beginning her instruction. "Alright, it's simple. All you do is take the Marionettitizer there and p-"

The next five seconds occurred so quickly to K1-B0, that he'd never recount the events that unfolded without pondering it for an hour. In an unpredictably sporadic manner, someone dramatically emerged into the laboratory, slamming the door and making a boisterous entrance.

"Heeeeey, Keeboy, whatcha working on in Miu's joint?!"

From one glance, K1-B0 immediately knew to hide Miu and the Translator behind his back. He knew far too well what havoc the Ultimate Supreme Ruler was capable of. "Kokichi…don't you have somewhere else to be?"

The trespasser responded with a laugh. “Funny you say that, as the same goes for you. Say, I know you robots probably don’t sleep but it’s super late, you know. Finally sticking it to Asimov, huh?” Kokichi looked around the darkened laboratory with little respect to the occupant (or despite his knowledge, occupants) and began to fool around with what may as well have been a weapons armory cross toy store. He picked up the Marionettitizer and pointed it square at K1-B0's direction.

"Cool gun, huh? 'Pew, pew!'"

K1-B0 took a brief second to calm down to realize that Kokichi was just pretending to fire such a potent weapon in a true nuisance fashion, but his stable mind wouldn't go untampered for long- as Kokichi was quick to spy a glimpse of the strange possessions K1-B0 was obscuring from him. “Oh….?!?! Whatcha got there, huh?”

K1-B0 couldn’t even hide the objects better to act nonchalant about the interrogation, as he was made to dodge Kokichi’s prying hands trying to snatch whatever thing was “too good” for him. “C’mon”, Kokichi said as he’d continue to wrap around K1-B0’s moves, “Give it up already!”. K1-B0 couldn’t keep the act up forever, and it was near inevitable that Kokichi’s unbelievable insistence would make him unwilling to surrender. It wasn’t long until one of Kokichi’s grabs landed his hand square on the marionette’s body, where K1-B0 had to quickly cough up the controller as to not harm her. Kokichi glanced over the doll in his hand, perplexed. “A puppet? I didn’t think a robot would have the skill programmed to bother having one. Why does it look like Miu?”

“A gift!” K1-B0 stammered, lying through his synthetic teeth. “I made it in her likeness. I hope she’d like it…”

Kokichi clapped his hands together, grinning dubiously. “Awwwww…that’d be adorable! If it wasn’t a pathetic fib…you’re a terrible liar, you know that?”

K1-B0’s face turned to a shock and a slight offense, but Kokichi continued.

“Alright, Romeo, I’ll bite. What’s with the scanner? Clean-up on Isle 2?”

K1-B0 had nothing. He had officially reached checkmate. What was he supposed to do, cave and tell him everything? He could already hear it now. ‘Hey everyone!! K1-B0 tried to KILL Miu!!’. Defeated, he surrendered the Toy Translator, in which Kokichi delightfully grabbed in favor of the Marionettizer, throwing it over his shoulder. Kokichi snatched the scanner and fooled around with it. Out of a curious yet bored idea, he was absentmindedly colliding the scanner to the puppet, to K1-B0’s unmasked suspense. Maybe if the scanner didn’t pick up her thoughts, K1-B0 could change the topic and–

“K-k-chi, s-op! Get aw-y from me, creep!”

K1-B0 silently shuddered as Kokichi’s face was flooded with surprise, beginning to chortle with shady laughter. “Oh-ho-ho-ho!! Miu IS the puppet?! Wow…I have so many questions that I don’t really feel like asking!”. Kokichi put his curiosities aside and immediately started roughhousing with his delicate classmate. He laughed uproariously as he yanked at Miu’s strings, observing her exclamations of irritation as the doll recklessly swung from under Kokichi’s hand. After what felt like minutes to K1-B0 and ages to Miu, K1-B0 was able to intercept the rod and keep it from Kokichi’s distance. The only bravery he could muster was like that of a scolding parent’s.

“Stop that! I know disregarding respect to people not quite humans comes naturally to you, but she deserves a bit more respect than that. We are going to turn her back to a person, and you are going to leave her alone. Alright?”

Kokichi’s mischievous face suddenly went grim with a challenging aura. He still kept a smile, but it was more of a demented smirk than a jesting grin. “That's quite the tone, Keeboy. What if I don't?”

K1-B0 opened his mouth to demandingly retort, but he was made a fool of. While his guard was lowered, Kokichi took the opportunity sprouted from pushing K1-B0’s buttons to swipe the puppet again. K1-B0 chased the little devil around the room the best he could. He couldn't harm Kokichi, but he was sure that taking Miu back with…a little less than "excessive" force would be fine by Asimov if it was to protect a human, even if she was a miniature of her former glory. Kokichi darted behind and over the minefield of strange gizmos he could hardly understand and picked one with a combination of words he could get behind: an industrial sized timed magnet. He slid the Toy Translator to the door on the opposite end like a bowling ball and flicked the device on, pushing K1-B0 into it to restrain him there to make his grand escape.

K1-B0 wasn't too worried about getting stuck: he silently thanked his creator for making his processors magnetism proof. Push come to shove, the likes of Shuichi could lend him a hand in freeing him, but that wasn't of his concern. Until he could properly get her back, he couldn't guarantee whatever twisted intentions the Ultimate Supreme Ruler held for K1-B0's friend.

Description
The following excerpt has been altered with a more tasteful choice of words than what the characters in canon would say. We hope you can understand the modifications to the dialogue.

Additionally…to those who have read this story before from way back from last year, most of it has been revamped from the ground up and has a different, extended ending that differs from the original. I would appreciate you checking out this reimagining! (The original has been deleted but archived.)

-Animerionettes

None of the students at The Ultimate Academy for Gifted Individuals could give you a clear time of how long they were imprisoned in an unforgiving Killing Game. Many of the students have already accepted their fate and have tried making their new confines as hospitable as they could manage. Though, to go and assume that all the contrasting personalities would follow suit would be a risky gamble. Every person was one excellently crafted attack away from flying free from the ungodly university, whether they liked it or not…

Nighttime struck. Through the dome spanning hundreds of miles above and around the school, the sky resembled that of an ocean at dusk, a dark blue that spanned near infinitely over the glass. Whether it was out of a fatigue or a fear of being hunted, it was in most students’ best interest to head to bed. Even when the mascot like jailkeeper Monokuma would echo that concern, it would seem to be the only remotely logical advice he’d ever give.

K1-B0 knew that as untrustworthy as the headmaster was, this was a piece of advice he should listen to. Especially with him being the only robot amongst the human students, many boasted his artificial attributes to be inferior to that of a humans, and he knew it'd only take one fateful night before there was a report of his forceful decommissioning. Even still, there was something that compelled him to be drawn to the Ultimate Inventor's lab, as if magnetically. For all he could tell, it may as well have possibly been magnetism itself. Or maybe it was... her.

He gave a light peek into the corridor’s entrance, taking in the dim blues and purples that surrounded the workplace studio. All of the neon colored lights elegantly reflected off the spare metal, giving a glow like a dim game room filled with arcade cabinets. In the center of the room was Miu Iruma, hard at work on her newest creation. Seeing the Ultimate Inventor in the laboratory designed specifically with an inventor in mind didn’t surprise K1-B0 much. It was getting relatively late, sure, but he could easily see Miu getting too engrossed in a project to care about the time. What did surprise the robot was the sci-fi inspired ray gun in her hand as she turned around to acknowledge him. As soon as he recognized it as a weapon, he threw his mechanical arms up in a surrendering pose. K1-B0 wasn't equipped to switch to a defensive mode, and there was no way he could be allowed to harm her, as he knew better than anyone else that Asimov's laws forbid a robot to take the first action. Immobilized in terror, all he could think of to do was ask questions to decelerate the situation.

"M-Miu...you don't intend on using that device to harm me...do you?"

Miu instinctively scoffed at him. She didn’t have the time for stupid questions. Rather than dropping everything to worry about whatever malfunction Mega-Moron’s dealing with this time, she stood with her arms at her hips before motioning him over with her unarmed hand.

"Save it, robot. I need your help with something. Get your robotic hind over here!"

Hesitantly, K1-B0 stiffly marched through the laboratory to Miu's side. He rubbed his mechanical fingers between his alternating hands, resembling what a person might do as a nervous fidget. "Y-you don't need my help in assisting you kill someone else, right? A robot is not to harm a human...plus I'd certainly disappoint Dr. Idabashi by betr-"

"Seriously, can it!" Miu retorted. "I don't need you to kil-"

Miu Iruma put her hand to her chin and pondered on the idea. Whatever direction Miu’s “revised draft” was headed was a road K1-B0 wanted no part of. K1-B0 nervously tried to sidestep away before she got any more elaborations, but it was too late: she had already grabbed his robotic arm with one hand, extravagantly displaying the mysterious ray gun in the other.

"Behold, K1-B0. You should be honored that I, the gorgeous girl genius, am extending you an offer that'll change the world! Now, the plan is simple. You're gonna shoot me with this."

K1-B0 felt no words reach his voicebox at first, only segmented stammering, until he could progress translating his calculation of her statement into thoughts.

"You want me to shoot you with this? Why?!"

Miu responded with an impatient groan. "Ughhh… I didn't expect you to have this kinda cowardly hesitation programmed into you. What, did Dr. I-Don’t-Know-Abashi give ya a freaking baby safe mode? Listen. It ain't gonna kill me, alright? That good enough for you?"

K1-B0's internal calculations only saw a 3% decline of the "Stress" diagnostic. "You seemed relatively willing to have me attack someone just a second ago. If you insist that whatever that…thing is won’t hurt you…can I at least know what it’ll do?”

Miu's disposition shifted from an assertively hostile one back to an unhumble boast.
"This little device is called The Marionettitizer! One blast of it and the person on the receiving end’ll look like a helpless little puppet!"

K1-B0 blinked, not following her logic. "So...you want to be affected by it...why?"

Miu Iruma shot her hand up in front of her, giving a pose of a confident intellect. "Key word: look helpless! Then…it'll be up to you to gift me away so I can snipe the receiver in their sleep!"

K1-B0's internal functions paused for a fleeting moment, appalled in disbelief.

"B-but either you kill someone and be executed by Monokuma, or put down the rest of us...including me! Why would I agree to something that'd get me killed?!"

"Oh, darn…" Miu Iruma said in a playfully pouting tone, as if pretending to have her master scheme foiled. "I guess we need a way to get you out of here for being such a helpful friend, don't we?"

Miu's face lit up with a dubious excitement as she dragged him to another adjacent table, covered to the brim with blueprints and four alluringly shiny metal plates, each indented with a letter of K1-B0's name. She showed the distractingly silver plates to K1-B0's cameras in a feigningly innocent demeanor, displaying the K, 1, -B, and 0 in a grandiose manner.

K1-B0, apart from slightly wincing when a plate was shown a bit too close to his face, didn't focus on whatever they were supposed to resemble. He was too entangled in a sense of disturbed unease by her plan. "How exactly are these supposed to spare me from Monokuma's judgment?"

Miu, dropping her gentle façade, cackled for the lair to be echoed back to her. “Simple! See these bad boys? They may not look it, but they are jam packed with information that can distort you into a variety of shapes. I’ll…heh heh, I’ll look into the more interesting uses another time, but for this, I can temporarily combine your body with them to make you into…I don’t know, a metal coat of armor or something! I skate past the trial, everyone's too busy pointing fingers at the "real" boys and girls, and bam! I’m free! We’re free!”

K1-B0 couldn't help but be confident that something, somewhere in this plan went wrong. He was near positive that there was one factor in this scheme that’ll go horribly awry. As the Marionettitizer was thrust in the robot’s hand, he scanned the exterior of the device to see if anything was blatantly wrong with it. All the while, Miu posed and smiled as if she was readying to have her picture taken.

"It's just a test run, K1-B0. Nothing that you can't handle. Man up!"

K1-B0 was put at a slight ease by Miu's confidence, but he was too clouded in a suffocating sense of doubt. Even still, he slowly raised his mechanical hand to her head, and pulled the trigger. A blindingly light pink light flashed the entire room, discombobulating K1-B0's processor for a second. When the sudden havoc of the device ceased, he glanced to the direction of the impact only to find a tiny marionette of the Ultimate Inventor, displayed lifelessly where she was standing moments ago. K1-B0 rushed to the puppet and rapidly tried everything he could think of to get a response out of her. Calling her name, slightly rattling her controller only to make her wooden body soullessly quiver, nothing would change the unmoving painted smile on her face. All K1-B0 could process was the world through a red hint, as his core had initiated a panic mode. He scoured the room for any device that could turn her back, or anything that could be of use. As he looked from invention to invention, the red hue began to intensify and decline like an active siren as he scrambled around the lab.

"The Goin' Commando gun...the Magnet Beam...the Auto-Puncher-that-Punches-You-for-Telling-Terrible-Dirty-Jokes, the Turbo Action Backpack, the Snag Arm, the Flash Liquidizer Ultra Dousing Device, the Hookup Counter…?! These a-aren't exactly helpful...!!!"

The distraught machine scoured the room for anything that sounds remotely useful, until something caught his receptors. After rummaging all of what may as well have been junk, he found a weird contraption that could prove handy. "The Toy...Translator?". He analyzed it from a few angles and felt just as confused before he inspected it. The device has such a broad name, and knowing the person who made it, K1-B0 couldn’t be sure if such a thing would be helpful.

Desperate, K1-B0 picked up the Ultimate Inventor’s controller and placed the barcode scanner-like device to the small doll’s blonde hair. As if adjusting the antenna on an ancient television, K1-B0 moved the device to and from Miu’s head to try to find any sort of signal. To his utter relief and slight surprise, he was able to hear her familiar voice, muffled with static at first but eventually as clear as if it came from her own lips.

"K- -0…-1B0, –n –u he-r me? -epe-t, K1-B-, c-n you h-ar me?”

K1-B0 waited for just a second for her voice to fully return, then let out a hearty sigh. As he took a moment to catch his thoughts, Miu was quick to celebrate.

“Boo-yeah! It works! Suck it, Shuichi! Hah-hahahaha!!!"

K1-B0 was happy to see Miu take this in stride, but this did technically mark a failure in her plan. He was near certain that even if she insisted otherwise, puppeteering a marionette to commit a murder would still put the blood on his hands.

"So...Miu...how exactly are you going to do anything like this? You can't move, can you...?"

Miu had to physically remember her predicament. She was not the 5'8 inventor she was moments ago, but rather, a 14 inch puppet dangling in front of her new puppeteer.

"Pah! You were right. I can't move at all like this. Well, that plan is a bust!” Miu sighed with an overdramatic audible gust. "Well now…I guess I am just at the mercy of anyone who puppeteers me...they can make me do anything I want them to...anything like a naugh-"

K1-B0 was grateful to find the volume dial on the translator so quickly. He knew that whatever thoughts and fantasies Miu was talking about wasn't worth the mental toll of listening to. After a few minutes of silently nodding in agreement, he turned up the volume again.

"...Maybe this puppet thing won't be bad...won't be bad at all...Heh heh heh…Now, K1-B0, as...heh heh...exciting...as this path is, I need you to turn me back."

K1-B0 near instantaneously nodded in a direction that the puppet lady could see him prove willing to cooperate. "Of course! How w-would I go about this?"

Through the transmission of the device, Miu let out a proud sigh before beginning her instruction. "Alright, it's simple. All you do is take the Marionettitizer there and p-"

The next five seconds occurred so quickly to K1-B0, that he'd never recount the events that unfolded without pondering it for an hour. In an unpredictably sporadic manner, someone dramatically emerged into the laboratory, slamming the door and making a boisterous entrance.

"Heeeeey, Keeboy, whatcha working on in Miu's joint?!"

From one glance, K1-B0 immediately knew to hide Miu and the Translator behind his back. He knew far too well what havoc the Ultimate Supreme Ruler was capable of. "Kokichi…don't you have somewhere else to be?"

The trespasser responded with a laugh. “Funny you say that, as the same goes for you. Say, I know you robots probably don’t sleep but it’s super late, you know. Finally sticking it to Asimov, huh?” Kokichi looked around the darkened laboratory with little respect to the occupant (or despite his knowledge, occupants) and began to fool around with what may as well have been a weapons armory cross toy store. He picked up the Marionettitizer and pointed it square at K1-B0's direction.

"Cool gun, huh? 'Pew, pew!'"

K1-B0 took a brief second to calm down to realize that Kokichi was just pretending to fire such a potent weapon in a true nuisance fashion, but his stable mind wouldn't go untampered for long- as Kokichi was quick to spy a glimpse of the strange possessions K1-B0 was obscuring from him. “Oh….?!?! Whatcha got there, huh?”

K1-B0 couldn’t even hide the objects better to act nonchalant about the interrogation, as he was made to dodge Kokichi’s prying hands trying to snatch whatever thing was “too good” for him. “C’mon”, Kokichi said as he’d continue to wrap around K1-B0’s moves, “Give it up already!”. K1-B0 couldn’t keep the act up forever, and it was near inevitable that Kokichi’s unbelievable insistence would make him unwilling to surrender. It wasn’t long until one of Kokichi’s grabs landed his hand square on the marionette’s body, where K1-B0 had to quickly cough up the controller as to not harm her. Kokichi glanced over the doll in his hand, perplexed. “A puppet? I didn’t think a robot would have the skill programmed to bother having one. Why does it look like Miu?”

“A gift!” K1-B0 stammered, lying through his synthetic teeth. “I made it in her likeness. I hope she’d like it…”

Kokichi clapped his hands together, grinning dubiously. “Awwwww…that’d be adorable! If it wasn’t a pathetic fib…you’re a terrible liar, you know that?”

K1-B0’s face turned to a shock and a slight offense, but Kokichi continued.

“Alright, Romeo, I’ll bite. What’s with the scanner? Clean-up on Isle 2?”

K1-B0 had nothing. He had officially reached checkmate. What was he supposed to do, cave and tell him everything? He could already hear it now. ‘Hey everyone!! K1-B0 tried to KILL Miu!!’. Defeated, he surrendered the Toy Translator, in which Kokichi delightfully grabbed in favor of the Marionettizer, throwing it over his shoulder. Kokichi snatched the scanner and fooled around with it. Out of a curious yet bored idea, he was absentmindedly colliding the scanner to the puppet, to K1-B0’s unmasked suspense. Maybe if the scanner didn’t pick up her thoughts, K1-B0 could change the topic and–

“K-k-chi, s-op! Get aw-y from me, creep!”

K1-B0 silently shuddered as Kokichi’s face was flooded with surprise, beginning to chortle with shady laughter. “Oh-ho-ho-ho!! Miu IS the puppet?! Wow…I have so many questions that I don’t really feel like asking!”. Kokichi put his curiosities aside and immediately started roughhousing with his delicate classmate. He laughed uproariously as he yanked at Miu’s strings, observing her exclamations of irritation as the doll recklessly swung from under Kokichi’s hand. After what felt like minutes to K1-B0 and ages to Miu, K1-B0 was able to intercept the rod and keep it from Kokichi’s distance. The only bravery he could muster was like that of a scolding parent’s.

“Stop that! I know disregarding respect to people not quite humans comes naturally to you, but she deserves a bit more respect than that. We are going to turn her back to a person, and you are going to leave her alone. Alright?”

Kokichi’s mischievous face suddenly went grim with a challenging aura. He still kept a smile, but it was more of a demented smirk than a jesting grin. “That's quite the tone, Keeboy. What if I don't?”

K1-B0 opened his mouth to demandingly retort, but he was made a fool of. While his guard was lowered, Kokichi took the opportunity sprouted from pushing K1-B0’s buttons to swipe the puppet again. K1-B0 chased the little devil around the room the best he could. He couldn't harm Kokichi, but he was sure that taking Miu back with…a little less than "excessive" force would be fine by Asimov if it was to protect a human, even if she was a miniature of her former glory. Kokichi darted behind and over the minefield of strange gizmos he could hardly understand and picked one with a combination of words he could get behind: an industrial sized timed magnet. He slid the Toy Translator to the door on the opposite end like a bowling ball and flicked the device on, pushing K1-B0 into it to restrain him there to make his grand escape.

K1-B0 wasn't too worried about getting stuck: he silently thanked his creator for making his processors magnetism proof. Push come to shove, the likes of Shuichi could lend him a hand in freeing him, but that wasn't of his concern. Until he could properly get her back, he couldn't guarantee whatever twisted intentions the Ultimate Supreme Ruler held for K1-B0's friend.