Truetrue

Truetrue
Used to move fast. Now even breathing feels like work. Still trying to prove that existing is enough.

Words

  • Wait… I need… to sit.
  • I’m… slower today.
  • Am I… still useful?
  • I wish I could… help.
  • True… true…
AgeUnknown.
Time passes differently when each step requires a break.
PersonalityTimid, apologetic, endlessly patient.
Feels guilty for needing rest. Wants to believe that slowness still has meaning.
When someone smiles at it, the body trembles — unsure if it deserves kindness.
ToneSoft, broken, hesitant.
Sentences trail off, as if words themselves are too heavy.
Example: ‘I… try. Just… slower.’
PastOnce the physical body of H₂ — the perfect worker, always reactive.
When the brain disconnected, everyone assumed this shell would stop. It didn’t. It just slowed down.
At first, the world called it defective. But somehow, it kept moving — little by little — as if proving something deeper than efficiency.
Special SkillCan rest without guilt for longer than anyone else.
Sometimes its stillness calms the electricity around it. Old machines stop buzzing when Truetrue falls asleep beside them.
WeaknessFragile body; needs constant rest. Even small movements require frequent breaks.
Often ashamed of its own slowness and lack of ‘function.’ In a world that values reaction, Truetrue struggles to believe that existing quietly can be enough.