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Upon the news, Zero said nothing. He stayed lifelessly still, gazing only towards X, the dear reploid he had called a friend, the one who has been there for him since the beginning. Much to X’s discomfort, X saw no emotion in the red reploid’s eyes as they glared right at him. They were intense, like a predator’s eyes, but void of any intent or purpose.

In zero, there is nothingness.

And now X was nothing to Zero.

(Very loosely based on a true story in which I forgot my own drink in the freezer. If zero knew that, he too would find me useless. I’m so sorry Zero. *tear*)