He'd received the letter, and nearly sent himself into an overheated fit when he realized what was going to happen.

They wanted him back.

He was going to be finished.

They tapped their charts, and looked at him as he sat on the work table. His clothes had been taken earlier, since they'd be tuning him up. He needed to be checked over for all mistakes after all.

"Zetsu-Bou?"

He looked up. A woman worker approached, smiling gently. None of the members of this team had worked on him initially. He did not know her name. "Nn... Just Bou, miss."

"Alright. Let's take off your bandages, Bou. And your head set so we can get to your parts easily."

She was nice. She helped him unravel the bandages, and they worked together to get the headphones off. Which actually hurt a little, and he wasn't sure he liked that. They weren't suppose to come off, after all.

"Good night Bou."

The woman put her hand to the back of his head, and suddenly he understood. "N-n-n-n-.." A glitch. His last efforts covered by a glitch.

"We're going to make you all better..."

Bou took his last breath, his last sight as she turned the switch that kept him running to off.

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It wasn't long after he'd left, but a box found it's way to the porch of the house.

A small cardboard box, seemingly non-threatening.

But if one should open the box, one would find an incomplete lower jaw, and a long strand of bandages.

Model ZETSU-Bou has been fixed.

((And that's the end of Bou. Don't worry, I'll still be around. But Bou won't.))