Back in October, I saw someone open a Whiteboard. Though it was for anything, it seemed mainly Project Moon OC related. So, I drew a bunch of abnormalities a day (with some exceptions. And also a random clerk is there) from the Inverse Lobotomy Corp AU, where abnormalities were inversed in concept. I'm glad some of these FINALLY have updated designs or even a design in the first place.
Sean tried to ignore Robin’s disappointed glare as Henrik replaced Sean’s bandages.
The wounds were oozing blood still. The cuts were deep. Sean hissed as Henrik pulled too hard, causing Robin to jump. The silence was tense, and Henrik hurried out of the room as soon as he was done.
“I told you not to go in there,” Robin said, frowning at Sean.
“And I told you to suck my ass,” Sean snapped, glaring back at Robin. “I got what I needed, and I’m still alive, aren’t I? Stop acting like you’re my dad.”
“Yeah, but you could have died, Sean,” Robin said, sounding like he was trying not to lose his patience. “You can’t keep taking on these risky missions. You almost got caught on the last one, and you’d be dead right now if it weren’t for ANTI. I thought you didn’t want to have to use him.”
“Yeah, well at least he’s actually there for me when I need help,” Sean spat, sneering at Robin. “Unlike somebody.”
“Sean, you’re acting like a child,” Robin said, exasperation lining his tone. “You know I can’t go on missions with you. You said it yourself, I’m not a good fighter. I work better from a distance.” Sean huffed and looked away.
It was the same old song and dance. The same argument they had every time Sean threw himself into something he could barely handle. It wasn’t anything new. Robin would tell him he needed to be more careful. Sean would throw some biting remark and refuse to acknowledge that he was getting hurt. This time though… this time the words were hurting more. This time Sean could feel his scales ripple with frustration.
“We can’t keep having these arguments, Sean. I just don’t want you to keep getting hurt like this. You have people who care about you now.”
Sean tensed, and the spikes on his arms raised slightly. “Now? What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t care about me? Is that it?”
“Sean, you know that’s not—”
“No. I get it. I’m just your fucking tool.” Sean spat the word ‘tool’ like it was poison. He knew he was blowing this out of proportion, but he couldn’t stop himself. “You can’t do these missions yourself, so you send me out. You don’t want me to get hurt just so I can keep going on errand runs for you. If I died, you’d probably just find some other stupid scavenger to go do your dirty work while you sit back in your chair, nice and safe.”
“Sean—”
“You’re just like them,” Sean snapped, his eye flashing red for a second. “You never really left the GAAP. I should have known. Once a GAAP agent, always a GAAP agent. I thought you were my friend. Glad I found out otherwise before you turned me in. I’d sure fetch you a pretty sum with the price on my head. Bet that’s why you don’t want me getting caught. You want to turn me in yourself, don’t you? I’m just a scaley green pile of money to you, aren’t I?” Tears began forming in Sean’s eyes as he stood up to face Robin.
“Sean, you know that’s not true,” Robin said softly, taken aback by Sean’s harsh accusations. “We’re friends. I’d never lie to you about that.”
“Friends, huh?” Sean said, his voice tight. “Sure don’t act like it. I’ve hardly seen you in person since I met you. Doesn’t sound like a friend to me. Be honest; we’re hardly acquaintances.”
Something in Robin snapped. He went from quiet and careful, to harsh and angry. His pixels sharpened, making his edges look dangerous. He stood, fists clenched. “Maybe you’re right,” Robin said angrily. “But what do you know? You don’t even have friends.”
Robin was lucky he wasn’t there in person, or Sean would have punched him for that.
“And I’m remembering why,” Sean said sharply, his voice rising in volume. “Because they’re all just like you. Just keeping me around because I’m useful. Nobody actually likes me. That’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it? I’m stupid and brash and I have an AI in my brain that’ll kill you if you get too close. I’m too dangerous. I’m a monster.”
He was yelling now. The tears had stopped, replaced by a tight pain in his heart. His tail lashed back and forth furiously, and the scales on his arms stood on end, some tearing through bandages and letting still-fresh wounds drip blood down to his wrists.
“Yeah, you know what?” Robin shouted back. “You are. I don’t know why I didn’t see it before! You’d be dead if it weren’t for me. I’m the only reason you have anything. You’d just be sad and alone. Oh, wait! You already are!”
“I’m not alone,” Sean argued, even though he was feeling more and more alone by the second. “I’ve got my crew, and I’ve got the Barrel.”
“You wouldn’t even know the Barrel if it weren’t for me,” Robin countered, “and you built the robots because you were lonely and you couldn’t admit it to yourself! You’re too much of a coward to go and make real friends.”
Sean sat back down, claws digging into his seat. It was taking everything in him to not grab the screen and smash it to pieces. Robin stood there, his face a mixture of fury and shock at his own words.
“You know what,” Sean muttered, the words a low growl in the back of his throat. “Maybe this coward doesn’t need ‘real friends’. I was doing just fine with me and my robots. I was doing just fine before I met you. Hell, I was fine before the Barrel or anyone else was in my life. We don’t need each other. You’re just here to use me. I’m just here because you’ve made me think I need you.”
“Sean…” Robin tried to say, but Sean looked up, their eyes meeting and the words died.
“Fuck you,” Sean spat. He grabbed Sam, who had been floating a short distance away. “Sam, delete Robin. Completely. I don’t want a single trace of this asshole on my ship.”
He made eye contact with Robin, pure rage burning in his eyes. Robin was frozen, unable to process what was happening before him. Something started burning in the back of Sean’s mind as he summoned ANTI. His eye flashed red a few times before settling on a fifty-fifty split of red and green.
“ANTI, I don’t want to remember Robin. Make me forget.” Sean felt his lips curl into a grin as his voice shifted.
“It ẁo̸u̴l͝d͢ be my̵ ̵p̷le̴asųre҉.̴”
Sean slammed the disconnect button, cutting off connection with Robin with the sickening crack of glass.
What was Sean doing here? Why was his console cracked? He yelped as he realized some of the glass had gone into his hands. Blood was dripping down his arms, and everything hurt. What had he gotten himself into? Sam beeped and bumped into his head comfortingly. He reached up and let Sam nuzzle into his palm.
Ugh, he hurt. His head was buzzing, and every muscle in his body felt like he’d been slammed around a Tackleball field. He really ought to go see Henrik about that. The scales on his arms relaxed as he walked out of the room, and Sam floated alongside next to his head.
“Hey, Henrik?” Sean called out.
The doctor appeared at the end of the hallway, holding his head.
“Are you okay?” Sean asked, quickly moving forward.
“I am alright,” Henrik said, shaking his head quickly. “Just a slight glitch in my system, I believe. It is making it very hard to see. Now, Sean, dear god, you need to get bandaged up. You’re dripping blood all over the place. Very unsanitary. Come with me.”
Sean followed Henrik. He felt like he was missing something. All the puzzle pieces were there, but the edges were missing and he couldn’t find the box to see what the picture was supposed to be. Why were they missing? Where was the picture?
Jae sure felt what he had done. More shivers running down her spine. She felt so small, insignificant, helpless against him. So she stopped moving, eyes closing and muscles trying to relax against the coldness of the wall. It was true that she was lying and hell if she hated it too. But how could she not? If he found out her whole mission would be compromised.
Again that voice, saying words that made her want to disappear. No real thought could be formed however, it almost seemed like he had too much control on her. Strange, normally demons had harder times with her, something that was proven over time not simple luck like her co-workers had said.
Her mind snapped back into reality when that degrading name came to her ears. Slut. It was a deep hit. Teeth clenched with rage. It was Maddening. How she was there, risking it to find out why people of his species always went missing, not getting anything in return and he had the face to call her a slut? The woman had to stay calm, he didn't know those details after all.
A deep sigh left her lisp as she tried to isolate the feelings he was giving her. "I c-can't tell you" she damned herself as her voice shook lightly. Clearing her voice she had a second attempt. "Just know that I'm doing it for your own good, for your specie's interest. I don't mean no harm... Plus I wouldn't give a flying frick if I couldn't orgasm for a week, ain't got many plans on doing it anyways" on the second part a bit of what seemed to be cockyness escaped.
"Now please just let me go. I appreciate that you kept those people away but the fact that I'm here talking to you and not out there doing my job isn't helping" her voice was almost pleading to let her go. And undertone of urgency laced through it. Honestly, Jae didn't know it her track was right, if that place was really the right place. But she clinged to every bit of hope, not wanting to obliterate the only chance in month of research.
Another confession she did to herself was that the wetness between her thighs was becoming really annoying and the small and tight dress didn't help her at all.
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Hoseok smirked cockily as he heard the tremor in her voice. Try as she might to deny it, he knew he was getting to her, and even if he didn't already know since he was feeding off the pleasure she was receiving that little tic certainly would have. It felt nice to be able to use the full potential of his abilities and not hold back quite as much as he had to with Sheridan. Her innocence was a double edged sword.
She may not have been lying but getting cocky with him was a big trigger for his dominant side and he chuckled huskily against her ear. Not to mention...he'd only just started feeding. Surely a bit more wouldn't hurt?
"Well what if I made you want it every day during that week just to rip it away from you hm? I have the ability to do that easily. Not to mention all the fun we could have in your dreams~"
"Why so desperate to escape? I can help you with your ever growing problem between your legs if you'll just submit and let me. Otherwise…" His voice held a tinge of mock disappointment as he amped up her pleasure before bringing it back to the dull; but clearly there ache it was before.
"I'd hate to play with you while you try to do this job of yours. Seems like you'd have an awful hard time of it."
I was thinking Discord! I could create a server for this and then go on VC and stream! That way you guys can hear my voice, whoever wants to chat can chat and whoever wants to join me on voice can do that as well!
