#afactualandroid

[definitelynottheadventuresphere]

Frick~afactualandroid

[spellitspace]

afactualandroid started looking for Space

Smart Space Buddy, right? All pink like one! Pink like bits of nebula!

[embracingpanels]

afactualandroid started following you

Doesn't much care for the color pink.

Waves either way, "Sup uh, dude?"

Pink is a chick's color. Giggles internally.

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Drabble: Dark Siders @afactualandroid

There weren't many humans left in Wheatley Labs. By the time Trix was through there were even fewer, and she was still bored. She dragged her knife along the wall, leaving a bloody streak as she headed back to check on Craig. The lights flickered and several panels hung loose and twitching; a sign of the other fight that had taken place. The reactor core alarm was blaring, but she didn't let it bother her.

"Craiggles baby, are you done yet?" She sauntered into the main chamber and stopped. Wheatley was sprawled on the floor, his head twisted at an impossible angle and his broken optic already dimming to gray. Craig stood over him with a crowbar, his lips curled back in a snarl. He was shirtless and had several gashes in his synthetic skin. Both of them were covered in the chemical blood substitute androids used, although a majority of it was probably Wheatley's.

"He resisted more than I expected." Craig flipped him over and started to uncouple the cables that tied him to the mainframe. "It was nothing I could not handle, of course."

"Of course." Trix walked over to nudge Wheatley with her foot. He didn't even twitch; Craig had been very thorough. "That's a very sexy look for you, by the way." She looked up, watching him lock the main cable into place in the big port on his back. He went rigid, his spine arching against whatever the increased power.

The lights went out, taking the buzz of the alarm with it. Craig was the only source of illumination and seemed to burn brighter than she'd ever seen him. She opened her mouth to ask a question and the lights came back on. Panels flexed as Craig rolled his shoulders and looked at her.

"I- am-m a Fact Core. I am always sexy."

Grinning, she stepped into his arms and kissed him. It seemed to carry an extra tingle, now, and she could feel his interest increase. Together, they stumbled towards the command chair, which lowered to receive them.

"Please tell me- I get to kill more- later?" She said between kisses.

"Taking over Fact Laboratories is only the first step." His mouth curled in a half-smile. "There will be plenty of killing for you to do when we conquer the rest of the multiverse."

"Ohhhh, yesss!" Trix grinned; this day was getting better and better.

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afactualandroid has answers

Why is your skin pink? Are you blushing? Why does your blush go everywhere? Why are you blushing? Why are your eyes weird? What's that on your face? 

[asstrainmcfucktruck]

Why else would you mention fluffy pillows and alcohol? If only for you to be relaxed an inebriated while I pleasure you?

Weeeell….

[asstrainmcfucktruck]

Your mention of pillows and alcohol in your tags make it sound as though this is going to lead to something sensual.

Did it? Oh, I’m sorry for the implications. Not my intention at all.

[asstrainmcfucktruck]

Hello.

Oh, hey there Facty.