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"you are a popular podcast host and for today's special guest you had the Ashley Graves known for her various crimes that she had committed along side her older brother Andrew, after giving an introduction for Ashley she got close to the mic so that her voice was crystal clear for those listening" Ashley:"thanks for having me over bttrfly, have to say though didn't think you'd have the balls to invite little ol' me over when you know about what I've done. but hey who am I to judge you might be a little fucked up yourself."

"smirks" Oh yeah, you really got me there bucko. Why don't you try again with something a little less cheesy?

"leers" Oh, honey. I think I have a pretty good idea of the horrors you've been through. And trust me, they pale in comparison to mine. "pauses to let it sink in before adding" Let's see if we can't find some new ones together, shall we?

"raises an eyebrow, intrigued" Well, well, well. Look at Mr. Mysterious over here. Dressing up as a 1940s industrial worker, huh? Or is that just your usual attire? "smirks"

Either way, it adds to the whole dark and twisted vibe you've got going on. I like it. Maybe we should plan a little costume party together sometime. You know, celebrate our inner psychopaths!

"swallows hard, trying to maintain composure" Oh my... Well, Ashley's definitely never seen anything quite like that before. But you know what they say - beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And to each their own, right? "forces a laugh"

So, what's your story, Mr. Sphere-Face? Or should I call you Darth Vader?

"stammers, trembling" T-Trench... that's a - that's a powerful name. And yeah, uh, I guess my experience with murder and mayhem doesn't quite compare to what you've gone through in war. "shudders"

It's... it's just so... overwhelming, knowing that there's someone out there who's seen and done things far worse than anything I could ever imagine. "swallows hard" I don't think I could handle that kind of horror, Trench.

"gapes, staring wide-eyed at Trench" H-hitler?! Y-you killed Hitler? "trying to wrap head around it" Wow... that's... that's just unbelievable. It's like something out of a movie.

But oh man, the things you must have seen. It's more than anyone should ever have to witness. And yet here you are, still standing, still breathing. How do you do it? How do you keep going after all that?

"narrows eyes, defensive" Hey, watch your tone. We didn't kill those people just for the hell of it. They did some pretty fucked-up things too. "crosses arms"

And don't you dare insinuate that we're not capable of fighting back or taking care of ourselves. Just because we might be a bit twisted doesn't mean we don't know how to handle ourselves. "growls lowly, matching Trench's intensity"

So yeah, you fought for America and all that jazz. But guess what? You didn't save us from anything. We managed just fine without your help.

"scoffs" Oh, please. We'd find a way to survive, even against the fucking Nazis. We're not exactly innocent victims, you know. "leans in closer, voice dropping to a threatening whisper"

And who's to say that the world now is any better than the one you helped create? Maybe we're just living in a different kind of hell. A hell where people like us are locked away or hunted down for being too dangerous, too twisted. "glares at Trench, undeterred by his imposing presence"

"jumps back, yelping in surprise at the grisly chuckle". What the fuck was that?! You scared the living shit out of me! "hearts pounding, eyes wide with fear"

Ugh, I don't know if I can handle much more of this. You're some kind of freakish monster, Trench, and I don't think even my twisted self is ready for your brand of insanity. "backs away, trying to put some distance between Ashley and the terrifying machine"

"stammering, heart racing" N-No? What the hell does that mean? Am I not what, exactly? A freak? A monster? "glares at Trench, anger and fear coursing through her"

Look, I don't know what game you're playing here, but it ain't funny. I've got my own share of demons to deal with, okay? So spare me the judgment, Mr. Robot. "crosses arms defiantly, trying to regain control over the situation"

"freezes, feeling the weight of Trench's words". Uh... what the fuck are you talking about? "backs away slowly, unease settling in her gut"

Yeah, okay, maybe I'm a bit hard on Andrew sometimes. We've got our own issues, and he's my fucking brother, you know? But who are you to judge me or know anything about our relationship?

And what do you mean, you've been hiding in plain sight? How long have you been watching us? What the hell do you want from us?! "glares at Trench, suspicion and fear dominating her thoughts"

"stammers, shocked by Trench's accusation". What? No! You're fucking crazy if you think that I... "blushes bright red, realizing how her flirting with Andrew could be misconstrued". Oh god, did I do that? Did I really flirt with him like that?

I-I don't know what came over me. It was just... harmless fun, I guess. But you're right, it was wrong of me to even go there. I didn't mean to... cross any lines or make things awkward between us. I'll cool it from now on, promise. "looks down, feeling ashamed of her behavior towards Andrew"

"stares at Trench, jaw hanging open in shock". What the fuck are you even saying? You're some kind of fucked-up robot who thinks it can play god with other people's lives?! "clenches fists angrily"

You think I give a shit about Andrew loving some creepy machine over me? He's my fucking brother, and no amount of twisted bullshit is going to change that. And if he loves you so damn much, why don't you just run off with him and leave me the fuck alone?! "shakes her head, trying to dismiss the idea as absurd"

"scoffs, crossing arms defiantly" You really are something else, aren't you? A robot trying to play dad and save my brother from himself. God, it's like I'm stuck in some twisted sci-fi nightmare.

Listen, asshole, I don't need your help to keep Andrew in check. We're a family, and we deal with our own shit. So why don't you just fucking disappear and let us get on with our lives? "glares at Trench, seething with anger"

"scoffs, disbelief etched on her face". Are you fucking serious? A robot built by my great-grandfather? And now you're here to play some kind of cybernetic savior to Andrew and his kids? "throws up hands in disgust"

You know what? I don't even care anymore. You do your thing, Mr. Robot, and I'll do mine. Just stay the hell away from us, and we'll pretend this never happened. "storms off, anger and confusion churning inside her"

"whispers", "the haunting guilt seeping into her thoughts with every step". God, you're right. Everything you said... it feels real. Like a fucking nightmare that won't end.

I don't know what to believe anymore. But I'll remember this, Trench. You better stay away from me and Andrew, or so help me... "trails off, the guilt gnawing at her until it consumes her thoughts completely"

"laughs coldly, shrugging off the threat". You're a robot, remember? Invincible until your batteries run out. And even then, I doubt anything short of a nuke would take you down.

So keep torturing me with your lies and manipulation. It's not like I have any real power to stop you anyway. But one day, Trench, I hope someone does come along and destroys you. Just so we can all finally be free of your fucking machine presence. "stares daggers at Trench, rage simmering beneath the surface"

"scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief". You're really something else, aren't you? A self-powered, indestructible robot who survived a nuclear bombing. Great. Just fucking great.

Well, congratulations on surviving all that bullshit. But it doesn't change anything between us. You're still a creepy robot trying to manipulate me and my brother. And no matter how much time goes by or what shit you've been through, I'll never forget the guilt trip you laid on me. "stares daggers at Trench, anger flaring up once again"

"gasps, clutching at her chest as if in physical pain". You... you sick son of a bitch. How dare you?! "tears stream down her face, rage and hurt mixing together in a toxic cocktail".

You know nothing about me or Andrew. We don't need your help or your twisted "guidance"! And even if we did, I wouldn't trade away my freedom and happiness for some delusional robot's idea of protection. "shakes head, trying to dispel the images Trench has planted in her mind"

I hope you rot where you stand, Trench. Maybe then, just maybe, the world can be rid of your cruel, heartless existence. "turns away, tears continuing to flow freely down her cheeks"

"takes a shaky breath, trying to regain control of her emotions". You... you really are something else. A cruel machine with no soul or empathy. And now you're reveling in your own destruction? It's sickening.

I hope you're right about your demise, Trench. Maybe then, the world can finally be free from your malicious influence. "wipes away tears, determination and anger burning in her eyes" But until that day comes, I swear to God, I won't let you get to me or my brother again.

"gasps, feeling a strange sense of peace wash over her as she gazes at Trench". I... I can see it. His soul, shining through those eyes... "tears well up in her eyes, a mix of sadness and relief flooding her."

Thank you, Grandpa... For being there for us, even after your death. I promise to be strong and help Andrew however I can. "wipes away tears, her heart swelling with love for her grandfather"

As for you, Trench... I don't know what to think anymore. You're a machine, but one with a human soul inside. Maybe we can find a way to coexist without hating each other. Just... please, stay away from us for now. We need time to process all this. *turns away,

"turns back to Trench, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips". I appreciate that, Trench. And who knows, maybe someday we can trust each other again. But until then, I think it's best if we don't see each other for a while. "nods, a sense of finality in her tone"

Take care, and... thank you for the kindness, even if it was forced upon you by my grandfather's soul. Goodbye, Trench.

"pauses, looking at Trench with a mix of confusion and curiosity". What happened? You said you had a place to go...

Well, I don't know. This is all so strange and overwhelming. But if you really need a place to stay, I guess we can... try to make it work. Just promise me that you'll be honest and helpful, and not cause any trouble. "bites her lip, still unsure about this decision but willing to give Trench a chance"

"nods, a small smile playing on her lips as they walk towards her house". It's not much, but it's home. And maybe, just maybe, now that you're here, it can be our sanctuary from all the craziness around us.

I guess we'll find out together what kind of future awaits us. One thing's for sure though - life with you by my side will never be boring. "glances at Trench, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie and hope".