Joe, Nelda and Queen

Joe:
"Who ...are you?"

???:
"I am [random code], I've brought you here for a reason."
He averts his eyes and notices the drawing in Joe's hand before looking back into Joe's eyes.
"You've been curious about her, haven't you? Please take a seat and allow me to explain if you would. We have much to talk, though the choice is yours."
He does a mannerly gesture as he offers Joe one of the seats by the coffee table.

Joe:
He doesn't know what to think of all this. In fact, he's very uncomfortable about this whole situation thus far. But his figure apparently has the answers that he wanted to know for quite a while. There's no point walking away now.
He walks towards a seat and sits down. He doesn't seem to place down the drawing.

???:
"Now before we begin I must do something so it'll be unlikely that she'll hear or know of this conversation."
He closes his eyes for a bit. Small little blocks begin to start emerging from the floor and are stacking upon one another sealing the hallway shut blocking anyone from coming in or out. He opens his eyes slowly and looks a Joe once again.

Joe:
"She ...?"
He sees how every way out is blocked and only feels more uneasy. He tries not to show that despite that he's gripping on the drawing firmer.

???:
"You.. refer her as "The Queen", do you or do you not?"
He asks Joe for confirmation.

Joe:
"I do."
He carefully answers.
"Why?"

???:
"It's because of what I will say depending on your questions that'll let you know who she is and who you are."

Joe:
"Then tell me"
He begins.
"who exactly is she?"

???:
"The paper you have in your hand, place it on the table. Then observe the child who drew this image. This child is who I formed a pact with ages ago. I gave her the ability to create like that of both an artist and a god, through the power of her creativity everything you know on her planet is her creation."
He says with an expressionless face.
"The birds, flowers, the sky, buildings, people such as your parents for example. All of them creations though even with the powers of that of a god there is one thing a god could never create without giving apart of themselves.. a soul. Unless if you truly give them something that makes a soul."
He continues to speak right before stopping.

Joe:
He places the drawing on the table and observes it before his clone continues.
"Her ...creation?"
He thinks for a moment. There's no way he can be ...
As it continues to explain, the more it sounds absurd to hear. His parents were just a part of her creation? And a soul?
"You've ...got to be joking ..."
He makes a weak chuckle.
"My parents are not a living doll."
He's in denial, despite knowing that it wouldn't make this up. Or maybe this is made up. Maybe this is only a dream. It must be just some weird dream.
"They're ...real, just like the rest of humans are. I am real ...!"

???:
He listens to Joe and begins to theorize Joe's emotions. Interested by his response, he then shifts his appearance to look like that of Joe but older. Prehaps to look more like a father to him or well someone related to him but older.
"Joking? That is an expression of humor or disbelief. I am unable of such things, I say what it is."
He continues to listen to Joe and beings to talk again to correct Joe afterward.
"Your parents are her creation, every human as well too they're like dolls that you are being so contary about well.. except you. You are special, you are real.
Your emotions, your memories, your experiences and further all a conscious. All of it is real thats what created you. Thats what The Queen and I did, though her reason was to see how far she can with her godhood and how much emotion a servant of hers can have. I on the other case see you as a person and much more. I see you as what humans call 'a son' as 'a part of me' you can say."

Joe:
He notices how it shifted its appearance but doesn't understand why.
"If ...they're not real then ...how does that make me one?"
He listens as it continues.
He leans back on chair, not knowing how to react to this. His whole life is a lie. Nothing is real. Except ...himself? There's been silence for a while since it's a lot to take in but he manages to speak, wanting to know the answer.
"Why are you telling me this?"
You wouldn't tell me without some benefit.
"What is that you want from me?"

???:
"The only one who is at benefit here is yourself."
He pauses before continuing to talk.
"I mean after all you are my son as I explained earlier. All I care for is that you learn the truth so you can carry your own purpose."

Joe:
"I'm not your son!"
He slams his fists on the coffee table before he sulks back on the chair. An attempt to hide any further negative emotion, he places his hand on the side of his face as he turns his head away from it.
"What ...is that purpose you're speaking of?"
He asks, trying to sound as calm as possible.

???:
"Your purpose is something I cannot decide for you. Though it is something you must choose in the future. "She" on the other case had a different purpose for you that I specified earlier."
He looked at Joe's fists red from slamming on the table.
"You know these emotions that you have are one of the many reasons why we've created you. There is no need to suppress something thats apart of you, Joe."
He points his hand at Joe's chest.

Joe:
"..."
He doesn't even look at it. It's hard to just embrace that, knowing what he was 'supposed to be'.
"What choices do I have if I'm stuck here?"
No longer can he consider his home ...'home'. It's a facade. A one big joke. But regardless of what he thinks, he's going to exist until he ...
"I am part of ...the two of you.
My life depends on both of you, doesn't it?"

???:
"You're not stuck here, we are merely having a conversation. I will send you back after we're done talking."
He pauses for a minute right before making his hand in an open gester. Something seems to be generated coming from his hand in the shape of a cube but this time it's a light blue color.
"Yes you're correct on this, both she and I are apart of you after all."
He gently taps the cube making it float over to Joe.
"If you see your creation it would help you realize on how exactly you were made. It is your choice for if you want to see it or not. "

Joe:
"No ...I mean, I'm stuck here."
He finally turns his head to look at it.
"This whole connection-I don't really have a future. I can be eliminated by The Queen at her own will. She already dislikes me for bringing Nelda here, she can destroy me if I show no remaining loyalty to her."
He had already noticed the cube but his focus was mostly elsewhere to think what it was for. Finally he stops thinking for a moment to observe the cube that's floating towards him. Exactly how he was made?

???:
"Well your conscious is here for the time being, if it is waking up you're worrying about do not dread you will wake up soon. After all this is possibly what humans call a dream but this conversation is real."
It paused for a minute when it heard the name Nelda.
" ..Nelda? "
It was really curious on who this Nelda person is but knows it cannot ask that question. At least not at the moment.
"But yes, this is a memory of mine and hers.. well a copy, if you wish to accept it. It'll absorb into you though this is something "She" might be able to see in you if she wanted too. Will you take the risk knowing that, Joe?"
It gives precaution to Joe to ensure him that he acknowleges the risk.

Joe:
"Oh for the love of-"
This, again, isn't the answer he was looking for. He thought that it'd be obvious on what he's talking about but apparently it still thinks he's talking about the 'dream world'.
"Yes, Nelda."
He decides to not press the question furtherly. Yet. It is odd that he does not recognize her at all.
"You should've known this by now."
It is scary, knowing that The Queen is capable to know what's going through his mind. It is only a question what she really thinks of him than what she lets him know.
"I'm taking it."
He accepts. She already knows enough. What difference would that make? Aside ...
"But after seeing this, I want a proper answer."

???:
It observes Joe's earlier remark of "Oh for the love of-" and listens till the end.
"Oh you mean with your choices? There are many possibilities for what choices there can be following the events to come. Though if I may suggest to you several choices.. well after you see this memory."

Joe:
"...Fine."
He mumbles, feeling slightly frustrated for an indirect answer. He touches the cube to see what it's got to show him.

???:
"Very well, as for earlier I'll configurate to be more "simplistic" since these detailed responses seem to cause some.. difficulty for you."
It says in a delayed response to "I want a proper answer" right before the memory beings to be absorbed into Joe.