The T-1000 displays subtle but present sadism. He enjoys seeing the fear in your eyes when he backs you into a corner or catches you attempting to escape.
Due to his model’s ability to make decisions contrary to skynet the 1000 had abandoned his previous objectives after meeting you. However your first meeting went he decided then and there that he’s much more interested in going after you than John Connor.
The T-1000 isn’t afraid to tell you in explicit detail what he’ll do to your loved ones if you continue to fight against him. Do what you're told and you won't see the bloody remains of someone dear to you on your living room floor.
Enjoys messing with your head. From mimicking the voices of those close to you and highly disturbing stuff until you can’t stand to even listen to the real thing.
He will even take on the body of someone you find attractive just to ruin your image of them, he only wants his face to be the one you find unwelcomed comfort in.t
If there was one thing you’d learned since the machines had destroyed everything, it was that when you found a good thing, you held onto it. At first, Dani had been your good thing. She’d been your protector and mentor. She had taught you a lot of life lessons and skills. Then, one day she brought Grace back with her. You had found a friend in Grace, somebody who understood the things you had went through being the same age as you. As the two of you grew, Grace’s role in your life became less friendly and more of a companion or a partner.
“You’ve been quiet,” Grace said as the two of you laid in a tunnel by a fire. It was your camp for the night. She had picked a spot that was fairly well hidden. “Is it me? Is it the augments?”
“It isn’t the augments,” you told her. It was sort of a lie. Now that Grace was augmented, she had a different place in the resistance. She’d go to more dangerous places, leaving you behind in the dust. “What are they going to do with you?”
“Whatever needs to be done, you know this,” Grace said as she took your hand in hers. “It’s a little cold, come on.”
“I’m fine,” you said coldly. Grace grumbled and you swore for a moment that she was pouting at you. At second glance, you noticed her face was sort of changing its expression. Grace’s arm was outstretched still and the smile on her face when you caved was did not go unnoticed. “You’re the worst.”
“Hey, you never know whether or not we’re gonna be here tomorrow. It’s the apocalypse, you gotta live in the now,” Grace told you. It was twisted, to use your words against you, but she was doing it anyways. Before you could say anything about it though, she was kissing you. You kissed her back and within seconds, she had you pressed down on the ground.
“Apocalypse means now,” you mumbled as her hands moved up your shirt. Grace hummed against your neck and you gasped when she bit down. There would be a mark the next day, but hopefully the two of you could continue venturing essentially by yourselves.
Grace kept your body pinned down beneath yours as she touched you. Your arms stayed wrapped around the back of her neck while your hands played with her hair. As her touching began to get more serious and heated, your grip on her hair tightened. You bit your lip to keep quiet as Grace really began to get down to business. She pried herself out of your grip and sat up to stare at you as her fingers pumped in and out of you. It was difficult to keep quiet, but you knew the dangers of crying out and while Grace had a pretty good chance against any terminators, you did not.
“Apocalypse... now,” you gasped out as you came. Grace waited until you were finished to remove her fingers and once she had removed herself from you, you pulled her to lay next to you.
“Get some rest. We have a long ways to go tomorrow and if the reports are right, we’re going right into the thick of it,” Grace said and you rolled to lay on her side. Your hands came up to play with Grace’s hair until the two of you fell asleep.
