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Those sharp elongated fingers continued to root around in the synthflesh of his forehead. They wanted to pierce his processors and kill him, he knew it.

Cedar tried his best to calibrate his eyes to the darkness like he had been taught. He could see outlines and colours but nothing truly made sense. Like some shifting nightmare; the silhouettes looming over him were nothing but monstrous shadows, the occasional light-piping and glow from a body core accentuating the mass of limbs reaching out for him. Was there two of them? Three? The absolute terror and pain disrupting his sensory made it impossible to tell.

He had been ripped from his cradle of the Jade Courtyard and he was going to die here in the back of this van as it tore down the streets through a world he never got to see.

The long digits seized something affixed to his steel skull and pulled. Cedar's eyes squeezed shut, preparing for the death that was surely to follow. He felt ice cold, making the heat of the circulation coolant dripping down his face all the more prominent each time it spilled out of him from the invasive procedure. Something came free and the digits withdrew, yet his predicted demise never came.

Were they laughing at his fear? The sickening chuckles from above almost seemed entertained with his predicament. The service reploid couldn't help but open his eyes to see for himself.

What met him was a piece of himself pinched almost delicately between two razor sharp prongs. These were sadistic vultures bent on pulling him apart bit by bit until there was nothing left. Cedar choked back what would be a sob. He could hear voices laugh again.

"Did you have to be so sloppy taking it out?"

"You shaid it needed to be done fasht."

"Hull won't be happy if you damaged him"

"It's jusht the GPS port. No need for it anymore."

Cedar went eerily still. They had mentioned Hull's name, he was sure of it. But ARRI reps didn't behave this way.

The claws hovered still in front of Cedar's petrified face and with a small crunch, like a bug under a boot, the little hunk of software disintegrated in their hold.

Another laugh-like hiss as they did so, the claws' owner finally drawing close enough for Cedar's steadying gaze to make out the long, horrific snout of the animaloid who had done this crude surgery.

"Congratulations, shonny boy," Cedar could tell it was grinning just from the flicker in its narrowed eyes,

"You're offishially of the grid."

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Origin on why I give my Cedar a forehead scar!
Digger's lisp makes him less sinister than he wants to be. Poor guy. xP

Description
Those sharp elongated fingers continued to root around in the synthflesh of his forehead. They wanted to pierce his processors and kill him, he knew it.

Cedar tried his best to calibrate his eyes to the darkness like he had been taught. He could see outlines and colours but nothing truly made sense. Like some shifting nightmare; the silhouettes looming over him were nothing but monstrous shadows, the occasional light-piping and glow from a body core accentuating the mass of limbs reaching out for him. Was there two of them? Three? The absolute terror and pain disrupting his sensory made it impossible to tell.

He had been ripped from his cradle of the Jade Courtyard and he was going to die here in the back of this van as it tore down the streets through a world he never got to see.

The long digits seized something affixed to his steel skull and pulled. Cedar's eyes squeezed shut, preparing for the death that was surely to follow. He felt ice cold, making the heat of the circulation coolant dripping down his face all the more prominent each time it spilled out of him from the invasive procedure. Something came free and the digits withdrew, yet his predicted demise never came.

Were they laughing at his fear? The sickening chuckles from above almost seemed entertained with his predicament. The service reploid couldn't help but open his eyes to see for himself.

What met him was a piece of himself pinched almost delicately between two razor sharp prongs. These were sadistic vultures bent on pulling him apart bit by bit until there was nothing left. Cedar choked back what would be a sob. He could hear voices laugh again.

"Did you have to be so sloppy taking it out?"

"You shaid it needed to be done fasht."

"Hull won't be happy if you damaged him"

"It's jusht the GPS port. No need for it anymore."

Cedar went eerily still. They had mentioned Hull's name, he was sure of it. But ARRI reps didn't behave this way.

The claws hovered still in front of Cedar's petrified face and with a small crunch, like a bug under a boot, the little hunk of software disintegrated in their hold.

Another laugh-like hiss as they did so, the claws' owner finally drawing close enough for Cedar's steadying gaze to make out the long, horrific snout of the animaloid who had done this crude surgery.

"Congratulations, shonny boy," Cedar could tell it was grinning just from the flicker in its narrowed eyes,

"You're offishially of the grid."

--

Origin on why I give my Cedar a forehead scar!
Digger's lisp makes him less sinister than he wants to be. Poor guy. xP