Spark mobile stares up at a young adult from his satchel. They wear a yellow bandanna, a gray hoodie, and blue jeans. His eyes are red... and appear to be made of glass. His arms are metal. He's kneeling over, breathing heavily and panicking.
They stand in a field of blood red grass... a small fog pervades the air.
"...Spark... I can't go on..." the young adult says silently. "It's... too much..." tears start to fall from his face, his body is shaking like it might fall apart at any time.
The tiny cat AI buzzes, sympathetically.
"...You can and will escape, Maxwell. This unit knows you will. Just stand, and proceed." Spark mobile beeps.
Maxwell doesn't seem to respond, just sits as Spark continues to tell him to move... this goes on for several minutes. Eventually...
"You are more likely to be found here, than anything. You must move now." Spark mobile almost seems to be pleading with its creator.
Maxwell glances up, trembling, and finally relents. "...Alright..." he says, and prepares himself to move once more.
Except, when he tries to move, he finds himself unable. Spark mobile looks at him curiously.
"I... can't... move..." he says, struggling to lift his leg.
A soft giggle comes from beyond the hazy fog, and Maxwell moves... but not where he wanted to.
No, instead, Maxwell is directly hefted straight into the air, letting out a yelp of terror. Spark buzzes in alarm.
The fog clears, and... and odd, green skinned female humanoid with odd tendrils for hair floats in front of him, grinning. She appears to be a very young age, likely around ten years old. Blood covers various spots of her body. Her grin consists of three rows of teeth, her eyes flashing as she slowly flies towards the struggling trespasser.

"...Sue..." Spark mobile thinks to itself.

"Why hello, Maxwell..." Sue says. "Thought you were a hero? Thought you could save your friend?" her grin changes to a horrifying expression of anger and rage. She warps, immediately in Maxwell's face. He whimpers as she grips his collar. "WRONG. YOU ARE SO FUCKING WRONG. AND NOW, WE'RE GOING TO PLAY... BUT NOBODY'S GOING TO STOP ME THIS TIME." she begins to laugh, an awful, bloodcurdling laugh. A long tongue extends from Sue, lolling around. Maxwell begins to cry. "No... please... please... please..."
The tongue slowly rolls across his face. "Shhhhh...." Sue says. "I just want to play..."
Her eyes flash, and the tongue dives at Maxwell, impaling his stomach. He shrieks in ago-

"What are you doing?"
Spark actual's voice shakes Spark mobile from its flashback. It glances up at the IPC counterpart.
"...What?" Spark mobile inquires quietly.

"...Right."
Spark actual buzzes, not bothering to ask or explain further. It glances back to the demon and his friend, who seem to be busy trying to console and offer the female the same position they had just offered it.

"It would appear the demon emits a strange aura, then." Spark mobile states, listening carefully to the conversation now. Spark actual nods.

"...There's one other inquiry this unit has." Spark mobile states. The IPC glances down again.
"What?"

"...What if Sue attacks Maxwell again? Or steals Nick? Jane? Even Matthew..."

They both fall silent, the answer obvious but unstated.

Spark actual and mobile resume watching the conversation between the red head and the demon, silently. Spark actual seems to monitor and examine the red head closely, however.

"This should be quite interesting..." Spark actual states, waiting for the female organic's response to the demon's hand.