"Alright Amaru, your clone body has fully simulated your original soul. And remember that—"
"Yeah I know, this ain't cheap and I will be six feet under if I break this one and that's will be game. Now, let me GO!" Amaru said while being strapped down with chains, a leather straight jacket, and even a mouth guard.
A few moments later, she was thrown into her room, however it was a cell due to her horror nature. Sigh "finally home, sweet prison." Her room was pretty typical. A bed, desk, and a bathroom. Basically a broke university student after graduation while working a minimum wage hours.
She walks toward the bed and then poof. "OH MY LORD! My body doesn't ache but my soul. My soul is so sore…" her body started to get heavy, felt the bed mattress was warping around her like a dear mother to its child. "I wonder if Tyson is good…"
"Tyson McClaren, you understand why you are here." in a southwestern draw while robotic tone target at Tyson.
"Yes sir." Tyson was straight, hand behind his back and his face discipline however his pit of his stomach was well deep down.
"You made a deal, especially one of the most dangerous gods. The Broodmother." The director's visor reflected Tyson's face and a bead of sweat was sliding down. "You are a threat now." Tyson grit teeth and his hand now gripping in tension.
"That the higher up would say however I got myself a valuable assistance now." that low tone southwestern draw became more a chipper one.
"You are a dismissed agent Tyson." Tyson bowed and left to the door but before he could go. "Oh Tyson. My system and this facility is basically one. You know that, don't you?" Tyson knows full well what this means to him now.
Moments later, Amaru was basically knocked out until. Beep the door unlock and a robotic voice starts announcing. "Subject-511: Amaru The spider horror. You are demanded to appear by your handler. You have 5 minutes to do so."
She slush upwards and her arm limp due to laziness. "Yessssss MOM." and flip off to the speaker. "That's now 3 minutes subject-511" the ai model chirper in full sass mode. Tiskher face full on sour now and brows flattened.
Later, she left to the gates and it opened. Behind it was Tyson standing there while arm crossed. "Okay Amaru we need–" he was tackled like a child who found its guardian. She was in full koala mode. "WOAH! What's wrong with you?"
"I learned that this rotten dead universe gave me a purpose to live…" She looks up and eyes watery. "I got cocky because I had nothing but yet you brought me back." She grinned warmly and eyes shut to feel the moment.
Sigh and he patted her fluffy unruly hair. "Yeah…" he simply said. They parted away and Amaru put her hand on her hips and tilted her head. "We got a job? Or they finally got used out of me?" she said curiously
"Nope, we got something special from what happened during Mambas. We got eyes on us, and the director's assistant told me full access to pick you in and out." He said while brushing his goatee.
"Oooo, a loosen leash. Me likey~" Amaru said while gesturing her fingers like an evil genius about taking over the world and with its cat by its side.
SNAP
"Amaru, don't think about it. Also The KPH is not dumb. We are going to get a new person with us. Personally picked by the Director" Tyson said
However Amaru had a recorded moment like it scratch or skip due to the sudden info dump. "YOU GOT TO BE–"