The Professor had been okay for a few months now. In 4256 he had exited the Pre-Errorspace. He’d made a few robotic prototypes but nothing was desirable. He was fine mentally and Destabilizing felt like just a rumor, it had been so long since it last happened. Currently it was the year 4257. He was simply minding his own business, watering the plants he had in his lab at the time, when an old phone he kept in his lab, Rang. This was already confusing, as he nearly never received calls on that old phone. Intrigued, he picked up the phone and Answered. “Hello?” He asked. On the other end of the phone, he heard a voice he had never, ever, heard before. “You have secrets, Zyconeiam. Things you want nobody to know.” The voice said. “… I do not know what you are talking about.” Responded Zeke, confused. “You know what I am talking about, Zyconeiam. Do not play dumb with me. You aren’t normal. You were created, not Birthed. And that thought drove you mad at one point, Didn’t it?” The Voice responded, an annoyed tone creeping into it. “Look. I don’t know where you’re getting this information but it isn’t correct.” Zeke responded, sounding annoyed, but with an undertone that said he was afraid. “Do NOT play dumb with me, Zyconeiam. You know exactly what I’m talking about, and I am not about to fight you over it. I know what you did to that poor goddess. I know what you are, and who you were.” The Voice stated, irritated. Zeke sighs, irritated and starting to become a bit afraid. “Why even bother telling me this? What are you trying to do?” “You should know what I’m trying to do, Zyconeiam. And the Fact that you don’t Implies how imperfect you truly are.” The Voice stated, harshly. “Listen here, I know I’m imperfect, that argument doesn’t hurt me anymore.” The Professor responded , angered. On the other end, the Professor heard a chuckle. “Zyconeiam, I know perfectly well that it does hurt you. You still crave perfection after all this time. I know this about you, Zyconeiam. You cannot stand the fact that you are imperfect. You have merely blocked it out of your mind. Your misaligned Gender, your destabilizing, the guilt of the death of Your mother, and the world you once called home. Now, I have made those thoughts return, haven’t I?” Zeke Remained silent, his head swirling. “Good.” The line went dead, and Zeke dropped the phone back into its place. He then backed away, and ran into the next room, his head still swirling. He muttered to himself the phrase “Keep it together”, something he had been doing whenever he felt stressed, for years. He sat down on the ground in the room, his head still swirling. And for the first time in at least a year, he destabilized. He cut himself off in the middle of his sentence, twitching. He jumped back in shock, Horrified at himself. He stared down at his hands, watching them twitch beyond his control. Fear filled his mind at that moment, and 'Keep it together’ was muttered many more times until he finally calmed down. His head was still swirling with thoughts, but he was calm enough to deal with them. He stood up and walked towards an Elevator within his lab. He entered it, and hit the 2 button, which would take him down to the Spacious True Lab. The Elevator door closed, and he went down. After a short trip, the door opened and he exited, walking towards his Whiteboard. Once there, he wrote Down phrases, like “Ring ring ring!”, “Imperfect” “Murderer”, and “Fallen”, in an attempt to write down the thoughts in his head, part of his method of calming his mind. But rather than calm down, things started getting worse. He started writing faster and faster, his handwriting quickly going from neat to mad scribbles, to not even making any sense. As he continued to madly scrawl on the Whiteboard, he began to Destabilize once more, completely destroying any remaining sense of coherence within his writing. As he Continued to write, he began to hear something. Voices. He thought of them as his own scrambled thoughts, as they blended in quite well at that time. Finding scribbling to not be a good use of his time, he attempted to walk away, only to glitch for a moment and fall to his knees. At that Moment he realized that the Voices were not his own, and he screamed out in a swirl of emotions so thoroughly scrambled that no normal mind could decipher them.