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Caroline had interrupted Cave Johnson, after he had made his dying wish clear in the few moments of lucidity the pain offered him. Running the company wasn't the issue- she had devoted her whole life and soul to it, but the idea of being put in a computer sent chills through her whole body, an inexpressible, nameless, all encompassing dread gripping her and refusing to let go. She had argued, tried to make her point clear in frightened, understandable language, making sure it was heard in a moment of desperation by grabbing the microphone and saying it loud and clear for the tapes, but he had waved her off like she was trying to give him the pain pills he needed but was too fuzzy to understand what they were for, brusquely shoving away all of her concern like he didn't need it. The refusal was stricken from the records, and she made her way through the hallways of the facility, she and everyone else reminded of his wishes a hundred times over, his voice echoing through the caverns

Spamton spent a lot of time painting that wall. Finding the colors hadn't been easy, but the image wouldn't leave his head. The bright, bright blue, the pristine white, the vibrant yellow. He needed to paint it. He needed to. He flew within it in his dreams every time he tried to sleep in the garbage everyone threw away. He tried to tell others about it, in his crazed, desperate attempts to talk to anyone else, but they had always looked at him in fear, in incomprehension. But the voice on the other end of the phone had talked about it. He knew what it was. He had seen it. Spamton crept into Swatch's shop when he hadn't been looking and snatched the colors. He had almost cried when he saw them for the first time. So blue! So yellow! So much like what he had seen! He had shuddered, his eyes fuzzy with static, and then let out a wild cackle of happiness, vibrating as his colors flashed yellow and pink. He had tried his best, slathered everything in blue, filled in all the cracks and

The city was quiet tonight. Pink, along with the rest of his kind, had spent the day flagging down Lightners passing by, hawking their wares and getting clicks to spare. But it wasn't nearly the amount he had been getting before. Pink stared at the number bitterly, knowing that most of them had gone to their former colleague, now at the top of the world with nothing to stop him. With a sigh to himself, he shook out his rug outside of his store and listened to the activity of the streets, noticing that the traffic was less than it should be too. Just his luck, he supposed, before he chuckled to himself and went back inside his glittering storefront to lay the immaculate rug back on its spot. He couldn't start thinking thoughts like that. The night wore on and with it a fresh wave of customers, but he caught less than he should have and with a nagging frustration, he waited outside his door patiently, his signature smile frozen on his face. If anyone came, it wouldn't do to show his