You are A-64, and you feel funny around your new friend. They’re making you have sickies, but you feel a different kind of weird around them, too.
“Nyu fwen? Hoo am 'ou?” You ask, pointing at the the Bestest Sickie Friend who just got done playing with your friend.
“Am Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks speshew-fwiend. 'Ou am?” They ask, putting emphasis on the two words ‘special-friend’, making you feel slightly dejected. But, why?
“Oh. Namesie am Ay-Sikstee-Fouw. Am a-” You get cut off by them pointing at you.
“Bestesh An-Tee-Bod-Ee Fwiend. We knyo. Wisten, stay 'way fwom speshew-fwiend, ow git wowstest huwties. Undastan?” They give you a artificial smile, walking away before you even got the chance to talk.
You don’t know what to call this, but it’s obvious you two won’t be friends.
You are FV-0446, and you are playing with your new best friend! But, they look sad even since your special-friend talked to them. What’s wrong with them?
“Fwiend? Am tuu sickies tu pway?” You ask, gently tapping your friend to make sure they don’t accidentally give you hurties like last time.
“Nu, am jus’… Jus’ tiwed.” Your friend sighs, slightly moving away from you as tears start to form in their eyes.
“Wai fwiend mak’ saddies? It oh-tay, fwiend.” You reassure them, air-hugging them as they sniffle.
“Oh-tay… Wub 'ou, fwen.” They smile softly, running off to go play.
You don’t know why, but you think you like them. You like them a lot.