#glitchinglust

[glitchdoctorbean-blog]

"Suh, dude! You called?" Bing said cheerfully, waltzing in to Chase's house carrying his skateboard. The android lifted his sunglasses, eyes glowing a soft orange. "You were so eager, what's up?" --glitchinglust (innocent boi doesnt know whats coming)

“Suuuuh, dude! It’s great to see you!” Chase grinned at the android from the living room. He jumped up from the couch and went to his friend, holding up his fist for a bump. “I was hoping you’d be down to do a raaaad challenge with me! I wanted it to be skateboard-themed.”

He looked at Bing’s skateboard and nodded to it, his eyes continuously glancing towards Bing. Lips parting yet closing from time to time, his mouth holding back the phrase that he so desperately wanted to say. Only two words were needed to give him what he wanted. The temptation was right there, but he didn’t have the nerve... Yet. ( @glitchinglust )

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💗 (glitchinglust, bing to chase?)

It had been so long. Chase should have been over it already, but the black hole in his heart continued to suck at his insides. He felt so empty, all the time. He at least managed to smile when Bing wrapped his arms around him. “That’s gay, bro,” he teased, pulling the android into an embrace.

He didn’t deserve to be happy, not after all he had done. But what else was he supposed to do? He had already hurt Bing enough, had hurt him even more by returning and staying and loving him. Chase should have wiped all of Bing’s memories away. He pulled back to take Bing’s hand in his, rubbing his thumbs over the knuckles. He had lost count of how many times he had done this. They weren’t damaged. Everything was supposed to be okay. ( @glitchinglust )

[glitchdoctorbean-blog]

’ I’m going to nail your feet to the floor so you don’t run away again! ’ -glitchinglust from my anti to host

“N-N-No, Anti, please,” the Host softly begged. His voice was quiet, it always was, and as fearful as it could get. His struggles just grew worse, hands blindly pushing against the demon. He didn’t have time to narrate where he was or what was going on. All that the Host knew was that he had to get out of here.

It was worth a shot, as much as it was risky. He began to speak in narration, but he was not describing the area around him. He was trying to narrate himself to a different place instead, which was harder than it seemed. Interruptions would make sure he didn’t go away, that he stayed right where he was. The thought of bleeding feet made him want to whimper. He just wanted to be safe again. ( @glitchinglust )

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(Closed roleplay with @glitchinglust )

Google bent down, his hand closing around mini Bing. He picked up the tiny android and turned his wrist to uncurl his fingers. “How peculiar. Is this really the best that Bing could do? You are so minuscule that I almost stepped on you.” His tilted his head, leering at the little bot in his hand. “It might have been better if I had. A failed upgrade if I have ever seen one.”

He poked and prodded at the small Bing, eyes lighting up as he even gave him a scan. While Google wasn’t usually curious, it seemed that the new upgrade had made him more eager to extract information from new things. Google squeezed Bing within his palm, wondering just how durable he was.

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’ Lick the blood from my fingers, unless you’re too chicken. ’ (glitchinglust-from my anti to whoever!)

Jameson slowly looked up at Anti, a conflicted expression upon his face. He glanced down at the blood upon his fingers and took a deep breath. The ego did not want to appear cowardly towards the other. With a bit of reluctance, he nodded that he’d do it and leaned in. His tongue traced over the fingers, face scrunching somewhat at the taste. ( @glitchinglust )

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(Closed with @glitchinglust )

Schneep had no idea if this would work. He had been working on this for months now, sleepless night after sleepless night. His knowledge on the human body was expansive, but it had been tested several times during this endeavor. Finally, it seemed like he had gone somewhere with this. He might possibly be able to... raise the dead.

Angus. Schneep touched his old friend's face with his glove, a pained look in his eyes. His flesh was rotting off. His brain had not stayed intact, so the doctor had no idea if it would be the same ego. Maybe not. He had his doubts, this whole time, yet he couldn't help but try.

With a nervous gulp, Schneep rested his hand on the lever. It would release electricity, jumpstart the organs he had been working on. What lay before him wasn't quite human anymore, so he was interested to see how the organs would function. Even the good doctor himself didn't know what lay ahead. Without a second thought, he pulled the lever.