Scag, it's yourself.

For a long time, I was always taken care all thanks to my creator. But since they're gone, forever, I'm just rotting in my shop, Floppy shoppy That concrete thing, Wallter, had builded it for me when I made a commission to him. And if I tell you this, people say that something, that has no end of path to it, is infinity. How can something have no end? Everything always will have a end to it, isn't it? Just like how that jester, Michè. Has died, and because of that, Prototype and I had decided to be best friends. I decided to write this in the Confusion Category of my notebook where I can write my own worries. WORRY NO.10: Infinity. It is juar slightly beyond our understanding, and I doubt it will get to anyone's mind. But as it says, it's Infinity, no one can understand the nonsensical, not even Prototype, Or prolly any other too. The thing is, my feet are glued to the ground and since the half of my body can be detached, Prototype can always carry me. But yeah, he also would sometimes chew on me; it's not surprising - That robot likes chewing on things. So I have nothing to say cause I don't feel like myself anymore, probably emotional dysregulation and some other stuff.