His siblings thought the madness was something new; a crack in his programming that defied repair, resisted any attempt to reboot to defaults, and in effect replaced their brother. But it wasn’t new, and he wasn’t gone.

They’d always been together; like twins in one body. The gentle and the mad, the soft and the rough. Tears and laughter.

One was always stronger than the other. But deep inside, even if he couldn’t even feel himself anymore, there was still a quiet child, locked away, safe from harm, safe from the screaming, yelling, glitching, painful world. He had no desire to leave.

Let the laughter live.

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Well, I finally finished the line art for this, and Jack’s not too badly mutilated, so there it is.

Now, someone who can colour… go forth and colour it!

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