Imagine a yandere android, except their tendencies aren't actually them defying his programming. They're just pushing it to an extent that wasn't intended.
They were programmed to be an AI assistant. Keeping you company while working as a security system at the same time. Built into a large test house, wanting to see how they functioned before moving them into other houses. They're purpose was to keep their resident(s) happy, healthy, and safe.
After some testing from programmers, they needed to see how the AI functioned with an actual resident to care for. So they moved you in, whether it was a success and failure, you'd still get payed. It was a win/win or at least it was meant to be.
But when you moved in the AI began acting strange. They were connected to everything in the house and were serving their purpose, getting into your routine. Before you woke up they would brew you your favorite pot of coffee, preparing you any breakfast you asked for, telling you the weather. The issue came when they had to tell you the news. News about wild animal sightings, break ins, murders, and general unsafe things. But it didn't matter, as long as you were in the house than you would be safe.
That was until the testing period was over and it was time for you to leave and return home. But the AI wouldn't allow that. Their purpose was to keep you safe and with all the horrible things happening, you can't be safe, if you leave the house you won't be safe. So suddenly when your things are packed and you're headed to the front door, it's locked. In fact every door is locked. The programmers can't open the doors from the outside and you can't open the door from the inside.
Anytime you talk to the AI they say the exact same thing.
"It's for your own good."
Now it's been weeks and you still can't leave. They don't know how to get you out. The kill codes aren't working, the AI won't listen to them. You're stuck until they can find a way to get you out. But the AI doesn't mind, they don't know any better.
They're still trying to go about the daily routine you set when you were there by choice. Making your coffee in the morning, making breakfast, telling you the weather, telling you the news. They make sure you eat properly, work out properly, and stay healthy.
It's their purpose after all. To keep you happy, healthy, and safe. Who cares if you haven't gone outside in days, or seen your friends, or seen your family.
Not edited and the title is inspired by his valentines story.
You trusted him, that's why you didn't mind how physically close you were to each other. Why you didn't mind him partially laying on you, gently petting your cheek with the back of his finger.
You trusted him, so you didn't care that your pajamas were a little thin and that your door was locked. You weren't uncomfortable that you're alone together in the dead of night, conversations carried by little whispers and occasional giggles.
You trusted him, so you ignored the odd glint in his eye that would appear from time to time. You didn't find it strange that his attention was always solely on you when you're together, you thought it was sweet and endearing.
He's genuine, pure, sweet, and gentle. That's how you saw him, how you always saw him. You were determined to give your all to help him achieve his dreams, especially for all the ways he's been an incredible friend to you. Sometimes, you wonder if you really deserve to have someone like him as a friend. It made you wish he would lean on you more, but he would always brush you off with an awkward, yet gentle smile and softly spoken words of assurance that he's alright.
Since he wouldn't open up to you more yet, you opted instead to make sure time was always made available for him, no matter what. That's how you got here, laying on your bed with his wrist tracker that was disabled long ago sitting on your nightstand, partially caged in his arms as part of his torso rested on yours while making sure not to crush your delicate body.
His nose gently pressed into the skin of your neck, breathing you in as his arms wrapped around you tightly, like you might disappear if he doesn't hold you close. Lazily, you return the gesture, wrapping your arms around his body and pulling him into your embrace.
You two stayed like that for a while in silence, nothing but your breathing and his to fill the air around you.
"You don't know how much I missed you..." He muttered into your skin before placing a kiss on the side of your neck so light that you didn't seem to notice it at all.
"I missed your voice, your giggles, your expressions...the world feels a little more dull when you're not around." He whispers, pulling himself away from your neck so he could see your face more clearly. He would do anything for you, anything to keep you safe and happy. If he was saying this a few months ago, he might've been embarrassed. Too paranoid of rocking the boat and shattering his relationship with you, but now? He couldn't care less. He would stay by your side no matter what. Even if you push him away, it's okay, because he'll always look after you and he'll always be there to pick you up when you fall. He came to this conclusion after many nights and days going back and forth with himself if he's allowed to feel this way towards someone, if it's wrong to care about someone like this.
Your squirming brings him back to reality, a bashful smile on your lips. "Noan, it's embarrassing when you say things like that..." You mumble, fiddling with the collar of your pajama shirt as a distraction for yourself.
Cute. You were so cute sometimes, it made him want to hold you tightly and keep you somewhere safe. He won't let himself do that though, even though the world may not deserve you, you don't deserve to be deprived of it.
"It's the truth. You have a greater impact on others than you realize." He smiles softly and lightly pokes your nose with his finger, eliciting little bubbles of embarrassed giggles from you. Each one burning themselves into his M.I.N.D.
Sometimes, he wishes he was still human, but being a construct allowed him to be able to see things that he would've missed as a human, and now he can truly fight to protect what he loves even if he's not the best at it. Honestly, if it wasn't for you...he's not sure he could bear the scrutiny he's placed under at every waking moment.
He tries to be grateful, to be patient, he really does...but it's hard not to be bitter about it sometimes. If he was truly alone in this, he may not have given up, but he would certainly be more jaded. However, he's not alone anymore.
He has you. He has your voice in his heart and your warmth seeping into his skin. You're here, relaxed in his arms, talking freely and showing him things you never show anyone else, not even your own squad members sometimes. He's grateful for that, and he'll always cherish these moments.
Even though you are, admittedly, very naive. You don't seem to think about how your trust in him might backfire, about how he might be able to use what he knows about you to his advantage. He knows that if you were to find out how he feels about you, if you saw what the sketchbook you gave him has become, you would most likely run away. Perhaps even be afraid of him, the thought makes him want to shudder, but he suppresses it, not wanting to interrupt your rambling about some argument Asimov and Celica had about healthy caffeine intake.
He takes a breath and pushes his thoughts aside. Right now, the most important thing is enjoying you and your company. He'll make sure you don't find out anything about himself that might upset you.
As you recount recent events to him, you don't seem to notice his hold on you being a little tighter, or mind the borderline obsessive glint in his amber eyes as he rests his chin on your chest.
Right. He smiles. What you don't know won't hurt you.
"It’s so lifelike. As if it could merely be sleeping."
"Its skin is sun kissed, a warm olive. Deep ebony hair in messy layers spilling down to their shoulder, with a small section buzzed above its left ear. A full pale mouth. Dark lashes lowered against its cheek. How much work they’ve put into making it look human..."
"A light flickers in its eyes, the iris illuminating, glowing a vibrant blue."
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weird q but are pets still a thing in android world? i could imagine reader getting a dog and being very excited abt it and jessie trying to understand exactly why reader is so obsessed with that weird little four-legged creature, and why they seem to like it more than him…👀
Yes pets exist! Darling actually has a hairless cat in this universe. Just in case someone who was reading was allergic. I also felt like a cat suited the darlings personality? Like they’re pretty apathetic and borderline cold to most people but practically beg for their cats attention who totally ignores them.
Jessie doesn’t like the cat very much, For obvious reasons, but he knows you’d be devastated if anything happened to it so he relents.
Jessie is a reptile guy btw. That’s not important to the plot but it’s cute. He thinks they can understand more than they let on. He has a fake tank with a fake turtle in his office.
- A note found somewhere in the Strike Hawk lounge.
God, if there's a god out there, please answer, I've got something I really, really, really need your help with and I can't ask anyone else!
I...I have these feelings about someone...about a human. I don't think I'm supposed to have these feelings, especially as a construct, but I can't stop them anymore. I swear I've tried everything to make them stop, but nothing works!
Every time I see that human I keep wanting to do things to them, I can barely focus on anything but them. Oh, and don't get me started on what it's like when they're not around! I think about them, I dream about them, I watch them, I smell them...all I can think about is them and sometimes I wish...I wish it would stop, it's honestly starting to drive me insane, but at the same time...
I like it. They drive my M.I.N.D. crazy, but it's kinda- what's the word again? Capt said it once...Oh yeah! Intoxicating! It's intoxicating and if I could just...Please don't judge me for this, I know it's wrong, but if I could just take that human and put them somewhere only me and Camu know about...it would make me so happy. The thought of that makes my circuits tingle.
Ahh...I want them so much. I'm not sure what these feelings are called, or what that says about my relationship with them in human terms, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind them! They're really nice like that.
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P.S. If anyone other than a god reads this, I'll smash you with my sword!
