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@dominics-tricks:

He gets a better look at the guys face, recognizing his as one of Terry’s men. His face goes white with the realization that someone must have seen him and Fru. “No… you did well. Thank you.” He stands up, his eyes never leaving the body. “We’ll address why you’re being weird late, but for now please go back outside and keep watch? I don’t want any other unwanted guests.”

He lets the body drop, not caring enough to dispose of it himself now that he has new orders. “Yes, I will go. There have been one human and five rabbits and three thousand and twelve bugs so far. I will keep everything away.” He runs and jumps out of the window to get back to work.

@dominics-tricks:

Dom looks up when he hears the thud on the ground, and his eyes go wide when he sees the body. He looks up at BM with a concerned expression and asks, “What did you do?”

“Protecting my owner. Do you not like it?” He picks up the body again, inspecting the dead man’s face close to his own. “I am not knowing who this was, but they were trespassing with a weapon and I dealt with them accordingly.”

He makes his way around the perimeter of the house, looking for any suspicious activity or life on general. Earlier he had killed a few rabbits and a large amount of insects, hiding them everywhere around the house. BM crouches silently in a tree, watching a man hop the fence with some struggle since it's so tall and thick. Usual guests would use the gates buzzer, showing their face on a screen inside the house and asking verbal permission to come inside, so BM knew this was odd. His eyes follow the trespasser, narrowing in on his face, every crevice, every pore, every wrinkle; he's memorized it all. BM mimics a human laugh, keeping it quiet as to not be found. The man then reaches inside his jacket, pulling out what BM recognizes is a gun. Almost immediately, he pounces from his branch, landing on the guy with his heavy metal legs, forcing an imprint of him on the ground. BM rips the gun away by tearing off his arm almost just as easily as paper. He forces the front of the gun down inside the man's mouth and then wraps his metal fingers around his neck. The cries of pain mean absolutely nothing to BM, he never gets to experience pain again, so why bother keeping it from a human? They're lucky enough to have the gift of injury. His fingers dig deep into the neck, causing bones to snap and blood to seep around the metal. Once he's sure the man's dead, he picks him up and flies off to where Dom is, flying obediently through an opened window and setting the body and arm in front of him. @dominics-tricks

The internet is full of endless knowledge, whether it's bad or good, depends where you are. BM found himself on a pornsite, watching the weird flesh bags mate and moan all night long, something he wished he could do again. As he continues to stand in place, filtering through videos in his eyes, a popup blocks him from going any further. He tries to close the ad, but he fails time and time again. After spending several hours trying to close it without restarting himself, BM finally gives up and deals with the blindness in his screen. He hovers to where he assumes is his bed and lays down. Still envying those humans from earlier gives him an idea... BM removes the metal casing over his crotch area and starts fondling with wires, each one making him jerk from electric jolts. There are hundreds of intricate wires in his system, but he's blind and has nothing else to do, so may as well check them all out. He rewires himself, cuts lines and switches things on and off until it hits him. A robotic moan slips through his lips, his vision blurring and his internal fan failing to keep him from overheating during that quick moment. It's not exactly what he remembered from his brief time as a human, but BM plays with the cord again, and again, and again until he can barely process his own name. He "cums", oil staining his sheets. His system shuts off from the intensity, his body laying limp for hours and hours. His system finally restarts, his crotch still open with a mess of wires inside and out, but for some reason fixing his core seems pointless. BM gets up, having no thoughts of what he's doing, and heads down the hall to the livingroom.

@dominics-tricks:

“Mhm… We can go again another time.” He looks up at his own bed, seeing that there’s room for him but it’s close with Cody and Rocky in there as well. He figures he can give them some space tonight and sleep on the floor with BM, since the extra bed is in there anyway. He stands up to kiss Rocky good night and then lays down next to BM, automatically cuddling him. “I’m glad you had fun,” he whispers. “Good night.”

“Good night, Squish…” BM curls against him and shuts his eyes happily.

@dominics-tricks:

“Okay…” He carries BM out and they drive home. He helps BM inside and has Danny bring up another mattress to his room. There’s too many people in their bed right now, but Dom can’t really let BM sleep alone tonight… He gets BM several bottles of water and sets up a little bed for him on the floor. “Drink some water, get lots of sleep… If you feel that gross puke feeling again, you can go into the bathroom and puke in the toilet…”

“I will, I am familiar with how the toilet operates now.” He lays on the mattress and reaches a hand to touch Dom’s. “Thank you for bringing me out, I had a lot of fun. I hope when I am a robot again, I will still enjoy clubs, because I want to go out another time… But for now, I’m tired.”

@4d3l41d3:

“Oh! But your name is Bubble Man… Why would you want to be called something that is not your name?” She’s still confused, but Dom stops her with a smile.

“Can we talk about nicknames later?” he asks. “Your friend here is sick and he really needs to go home…”

“Oh! Of course!” She frowns, knowing that sick is a bad word. “Feel better soon, friend! I am counting on you!”

“I will be better soon, I promise!! Get home safe, thank you for dancing!” He waves tiredly at her, but his smile beams. BM nuzzles Dom and wraps his arms around his neck. “I am ready to go home.”

@4d3l41d3:

“Addie?” She asks, confused. “Who is Addie?”

“Addie is you! Do you not like the name…? I will continue to call you Adelaide, then! But you can call me BM instead if Bubble Man, because it is shorter.”

@4d3l41d3:

“Aw…” Dom says softly. He helps BM up and lifts him into his arms. He looks over to Adelaide. “You can talk to her on Twitter after you’re feeling better… Right now you need to rest and recover. I’m sure she will understand.”

“I do!” Addie says, pumping a fist in the air. “I understand! Your Dominic needs to repair you, so that we can hang in space!”

“Yeah!–O w…” He hugs Dom tight, shutting his eyes as his stomach churns again. “I will talk to you soon then and we will see space on Saturday and it will be amazing like Twitter and you. Nice to meet you, Addie!”

@4d3l41d3:

She jumps back when he starts puking, and her eyes go wide with panic. “Bubble Man! Oh no!” She looks around frantically, not knowing what to do. “He is broken!” She cries, but no one is paying attention. She spots Dominic and rushes over to him, dragging him back to BM more quickly than he can walk on his own. “Help!” She yells at him, pointing to BM.

Dom stands back up on his feet, disoriented after being dragged like that. “Ah…” He says, seeing the puddle of vomit at BM’s feet. “I should have known better than this…” He crouches next to BM and puts a comforting hand on his back. “Do you want to go home?” he asks.

He’s crying again, confused and shocked about his throat and nose burning. BM wipes his mouth and nods in response. “Please, I don’t feel good… But I do not want to leave Adelaide so soon, what am I supposed to do?”

@4d3l41d3:

She hums, thinking hard and looking around the room. She sees someone puking to the side of the room, and she points. “Maybe something is trying to come out of you, like that. Should we go ask him?”

“That is what it feels like! Yes! Let us go ask.” He jogs over to the person who’s in the middle of puking and taps their shoulder. “Hello! I’m wondering if what is trying to come out of me is the one that’s coming out of you?”

The person looks up at him with sick, alcohol dried eyes, giving him a “fuck off” face. BM pouts and looks back at Adelaide. “They are not help–” He’s cut off in the middle of his sentence when everything comes rushing out.

@4d3l41d3:

“I have not been to space. That sounds wonderful! How will we get there?” she asks. She lets go of BM’s hands and starts doing her own thing agian. She stops though when she notices the colour of BM’s face. “You are looking not good, I think. Are you okay?”

“Dominic told me to watch out for the bad feelings and this feels like one. I am not sure what it is indicating, though… I do not feel sad or angry or hurt?” BM leans into her a little, feeling like he wants to lay on the ground. “There is a push in my throat, I think. Do you know what that is?”

@4d3l41d3:

“Yes! I like hanging! When would you like to hang?” She takes BM’s hands and starts dancing with him, the both of them spinning in a circle. She’s never talked to the same person for this long before, usually they leave at some point and don’t ask to see her again. The idea of having a friend is nice to her.

“On Saturday! Then I can show you that I am a real robot and we can go to space! Have you ever been to space?” The alcohol and the spinning is starting to make him dizzy and nauseas, but not knowing what those feelings are, he doesn’t ask Addie to stop.

@4d3l41d3:

“I’m so happy for you, BM,” Dom says. He glances at the time on his phone and stops the two before Addie can pull BM back out onto the floor. “The club will be closing in about a half hour. I’ll wait for you outside the door when you’re done dancing.”

Addie nods enthusiastically even if she’s not the one Dom is talking to. She waves to him and runs away with BM to dance again. “I am happy that we are friends!”

“I’m happy, too! I have never met someone like you before! You are amazing like Twitter!!” He watches the other dancers, seeing them grind and shake their asses. BM considers dancing like that until he sees people slap guys for trying. It’s a little shocking, but he ignores it. Adelaide is so much more important right now. “Are you wanting to hang out some time? I would like to see you again.”

@4d3l41d3:

“Yes! I have contact at Twitter! It’s amazing! You can find me if you spell my name with letters!” She swings his hands back and forth with excitement. “Are we friends now??”

Dom watches them, proud and amazed that BM got someone’s number on his first night out.

“YES!!!!!!!! BESTEST OF FRIENDS!!” He jumps up and down then turns back to Dom. “Squish I am so happy and she makes my cheeks warm! It’s like in those movies!!” BM hugs Adelaide. “Do you want to keep dancing?”

@4d3l41d3:

She hugs Dom’s other arm and repeats what BM asked for. He orders them each two and winces when Addie hugs him. Ah, robot hugs… “You can start with these, and then I think you need to have some water.”

“Yes, Sir!” Addie salutes, then giggles before taking the shots without a problem. She can’t really taste them. She looks back to BM. “I don’t have a company, what is that?”

The taste isn’t any better and he takes the lime wedges again, eating them whole. “A company is a big group of people who are in a business together. The people in that company created me and I am supposed to do what they have told me, but I do not remember what that is.” BM thanks Dom and takes Adelaide’s hands, swinging them back and forth. “Do you have a form of contact that I can use to talk to you after we are gone from the club?”

@4d3l41d3:

“Oh?” Dom asks. He smiles at Addie and waves at her. He already knows about her though, because he’s been following BM. “Hello. Let’s go get some drinks, then.” He lets go of BM and heads for the bar.

Addie follows them both, sticking close to BM. “Did Dominic make you?” she asks him.

“No, but I wish he did. I’m owned by a company and they made my sister and I. I do not like her, though… She keeps telling me I’m doing the job wrong and trying to take me back to my company to be fixed. You’re not with a company?” At the bar, he hugs Dom’s arm and tells him to order thirty of the shots he had before.

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