Kill the Numbers [Dark Data]

[Claptrap]

Claptrap blinked a few times as he recovered from the flash of light. Where was he? The room he found himself in was empty, except for a door and a pedestal. Everyone else had vanished. "Hello? Anyone?" Claptrap called, the only response being silence.

The robot approached the pedestal and examined it. A series of titles were scrawled on and crossed off the pillar, including 'Claptrap', 'Fragtrap', 'Prototype' and 'Mistake'. The only title not crossed out was 'CL4P-TP unit.' The word 'choose' was also emblazoned across it. 

Unfortunately, Claptrap was too short to see what was on the pillar. Shrugging, the robot turned to leave, but before he could he heard a sound coming from the darkness. Footsteps and... Slow clapping? Claptrap turned to see who it was and froze in his tracks. Staring back at him was the masked face of Handsome Jack. 

"Nice work, Clappy, I didn't think you would make it this far." He said, his ever present smug grin even more pronounced. "You have no idea how impressed I am that this little steward bot beat his way past all those darklings. Well, you couldn't have done it without my vaulthunter.exe, of course, so I might just take a little credit." 

Claptrap's mind raced. How was Jack here? Why wasn't he dead? Why weren't they fighting to the death right now? Jack approached the pedestal and picked up what was on it. It was another dark chip. "Look, I know I kind of tried and almost succeeded to exterminate your product line, but I was losing my mind. Don't worry, I'm better now. This place has great therapy." 

Jack held the chip between his index finger and thumb, showing it to Claptrap. "See this? Do you know what this is?" Claptrap trembled for a moment, there was something off about Jack. He was too eager, not as composed as he would normally be. Claptrap never liked how cold he was before but this was unnatural.

"I-It's a Darkchip." Claptrap stammered. Jack smirked even harder. "Not necessarily. This is the new and improved vaulthunter.exe. This is months of work in one chip. All you need to do is take it." He held it out to Claptrap, his eyes manic, desperate even, for the robot to take it.

"I-I s-saw you die in the-the vault of the warrior." Claptrap managed to sputter. Jack's face grew angry for a second, before changing back to its normal, smug expression. "Come on, Claptrap, don't you even know me? It was a body double!" Claptrap paused. That made sense. There was just one problem. "OK Jack, give me the chip."

"Atta boy, Claptrap." Jack said, grinning madly as he handed the robot the chip. His grin turned to a shocked look as Claptrap smashed the chip on the ground. "NO NO NO, what are you doing?!" Jack shouted, before he was silenced with a blow to the gut. As 'Jack' gasped for air, Claptrap did his best impression of a heroic laugh. "Hahaha, nice try, but I wasn't at the vault of the warrior! Jack installed a flight of stairs so I couldn't reach him." 

The Handsome Jack clone did his best to rise to his feet, still winded from the surprise blow. "But that doesn't mean I didn't use a body double." He wheezed. Claptrap froze. He was right. He then broke out into another round of laughter. "Either way, I don't care about your chip." Claptrap turned and started to leave while doing his best at flipping the bird. "See ya in hell, buddy. Except I won't, because you'll be in human hell, and I'll be in robot hell, but, you know what I mean."

640 words.
Claptrap rejects the chip.