A/N: After a googol years and a few sacrifices to Naegi and Enoshima later (especially Enoshima my god-), I decided to rewrite this chapter. I was very pissed off with the ending, since it was rushed, so here's a rewrite.

This ending is a lot more darker, fyi.

Oh yea, and don't expect more CWACOM fanfics out of me.

[Sam's POV]

One of the first things you learn about the FLDSMDFR is that it's very protective of its inventor. Once it laid its... erm... eye?- on Flint, it started charging to him, but some ER doctors held it back.

But here's the cheese: it let out a whining noise while they did so, followed by a whimper. It tried shooting food at the doctors, but they dodged.

Flint was hysterical. He was screaming, and his heartrate went from 89 bpm to 104 bpm. The doctors gave him sedatives to calm him down.

There was something... wrong.

But something had egged at me; what if his invention had a bond to Flint?

[2 hours later...(FLDSMDFR's POV)]

I sat on one of those waiting room chairs, very pissed off. I just wanted to see my inventor , since I was worried about him. I whimpered once more, then noticed most of the doctors were off-shift, so I sneaked to my inventor. I eventually found him; everyone else in the room was asleep.

Oh, my inventor looked disturbing! He had that red stuff going into one of his arms, with a yellow-ish liquid in his other. I whimpered, seeing him like this, then landed on his stomach gently. His blue eyes, now more blue than gray, fluttered open. I beeped cheerfully, seeing him alive. My inventor smiled through a mask on his face, but I was taken away from him yet again, and tied to a chair.

"You'll see your inventor soon," A nurse smiled at me. I hissed in return. I will get to my inventor, no matter what.

[... (Tim's POV)]

"Ew," Flint growled as a nurse gave him some oatmeal. She secretly sneaked medicine into it. After they finished feeding him, he coughed. I chuckled, enraging him.

"DAD IT'S NOT FUNNY!" He screamed. "IT'S NOT FLUCKING FUNNY!"

Flint only curses if he's very angry. I chuckled once more as he coughed. His blue eyes glared at me, and he tugged on the restraints. "IT'S! NOT! FUNNY!

The nurse eventually gave him a tranquilizer. He fell asleep after a while.

I just watched him. It seemed wrong for his own invention to torture him. I didn't care if it had a passion for him; even if it redeemed, this could happen again.

I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I found a chair, then found the chair the machine was on. I took it behind the hospital.

"Wh- What are you going to do to me?" It demanded, struggling.

"I'll end this once and for all," I said, lifting the chair.

"W-WAIT! I'LL CHANGE! I PROMISE! I WON'T HURT INVENTOR AGAIN! DON'T DO THIS! YOU CA-"

I hit the machine with everything I had, ignoring its cries, until it went silent.

The now orange-and-white machine was broken, no electricity in sight. I picked it up, "Sorry, but it's for my son's safety, and everyone else's," and threw it into the dumpster. "Now my son is safe."

A/N: Well I hope that was better. Imo, it seems better. Now the ending of this fic can stop eating my brain alive.

*falls back into the Danganronpa dumpster*