[ This was an unmitigated disaster. That doesn't mean she's going to give up, though, not when love was involved! Sure, this looked a little bad, but it was just a big misunderstanding that happened to absolutely be what it looked like...
Still, she could fix it. And she was going to. A little talk, a little time, and this would all blow over!
Her forehead thumps lightly against his door. Clearly, that wasn't going to be an easy task. She's been knocking so much that her knuckles are stinging and red. With a sigh, she pulls out her phone and taps out a message. ]
come onnn. i'm not going to go away until you let me in
[ He barely makes use of any bed, but he's using his now -- curled up in it with a pillow over his head to try and shield out her goddamn knocking. And then comes the texting. Who does she think she is?? Him??? ]
i think what happened is pretty self explanatory. no further conversation necessary.
But in all seriousness, she's glad she finally got a response. It's a start. Now, the real work begins. She decides to begin with the bold strategy of manipula--asking a simple question. Desperate times and all that. ]
[ She wasn't. Of course not. It takes a second to convince herself that lie is the truth so she can keep going. ]
i had a life before you got here, you know that right? and i had to find who i could to keep me safe, because again, i was sleeping next to someone who *murdered me* and laughed about it. that's not me being dramatic, that's me fearing for my life. you really think i can defend myself??
so yeah, i've stayed with mega, but i'll stop if that's what you want
anyway, i can't tell you anything you don't ask me about, but if this is how you're going to react to me having friends that care about me, do you think i'm going to want to share much?
[ There's a little pause. She knows this is all going over some line, beyond anything that a person who truly loves someone should do, but...whatever it takes to keep him. She presses on. ]
[ This gaslighting, though... because Tech Boy's pretty sure she wouldn't tell him things even if he did ask. He's pretty sure he must have asked in some form about something like this at some point, but he can't remember clearly.
And that's half the problem now, he can't remember things very clearly as he runs at half capacity. It's making him feel like the crazy one. How is he supposed to have a meaningful conversation like this? ]
world has nothing to do with this.
is "friend" really all mega is?
why did you come to him first instead of me? you obviously didn't know i was going to be here.
world has everything to do with this. you keep doubting me because of what he did to you. it's not fair to either of us, and honestly, it kind of hurts. but i can understand how someone who's held a lot of power over you can still affect you for a long time
[ She's going to persist. Go for the weakness. It's not her fault if she uses what he gave her, is it? ]
and i guess i can't say mega's just a friend. i don't know what i'd call it, but he's something more, you know? he's been with me since the very beginning. i teach him about humanity, he shows me what robots can be. we look out for each other, pretty much
but do you really think we could be much beyond that? i mean, you saw him out here talking about *easter eggs*. and on more than one occasion, i've had to tell him storks don't bring babies. like, he believes in santa still! not really my kind of boyfriend material lol
[ It's easy to talk about these quirks like they're bad because they're charming little things that make Mega special. Not that she should think about them. They'll taint her lies if she thinks of them too fondly. ]
i went to him first because i panicked i guess. like you said, it's not like i knew what room you'd be in yet. why not go with my usual choice for safety first after figuring out who i'd have to room with again? then i could come find you after i could calm down. because i mean i'm not trying to be rude, but after i saw how super medieval it is in here, i didn't think you'd be at your best.....sorry
but hey, you showing up happened to be a happy and convenient surprise, just a little unexpected hahaha ❤️
now can i come in please? i need to be in your arms again
[ He stares at the wall of text, bewildered. How is any of that a comfort? He's going to completely ignore the World stuff. It's unnerving, uncomfortable, and he doesn't want to address it. As for Mega, point about the easter bunnies and storks. Definitely couldn't see him fulfilling Monika's needs if he doesn't even know where to place his dick.
But the last point is hurtful. Like when he's not 100%, he's clearly not good enough for her to seek out. ]
this isn't like in the basement, monika. i don't think you understand it's not like a fucking flu. i could die. i could shut down if i don't get some access to tech in the next few days.
but like thanks i guess for making me an afterthought?
[ It's not like he can blame her for not realizing the seriousness of it since he didn't tell her, but it's also easy to blame her and feel like a victim -- like she just doesn't care enough. Because it's funny how the moments he needs her most are the moments she keeps him waiting. ]
[ He's a god, true. But he's also a god cut off from the one thing that makes him a god. What is a tech god without any tech and barely any believers? But Monika is tech. She could help. She should help. And she will help. She wanted to hurt him, then he's entitled to drain some of her energy. Only fair.
He places his phone on the stand and slowly gets up, stripped down to his boxers and pale. So very pale. He trudges toward the door, finally unlocking it and opening it up for her. Wordless. He doesn't say anything, still upset. He just stands there and waits for her to put herself into his arms so he can start sapping. ]
[ For a moment, she's worried he's shut her out again when she doesn't get a response. But, just as she's preparing to start knocking again, she hears movement. Monika straightens up, smooths her hair, adjusts her dress. Regardless of the situation, she'd always strive to look her best for him.
When the door swings open, the small, hopeful smile she'd put on disappears. Needless to say, he looks like crap. Now she definitely feels bad.
Without him giving her any reaction, any direction, she spends a good while frozen in an awkward and uncertain silence. He's probably not looking to stand in his underwear with the door wide open for long, however, so she soon shuffles inside.
She flashes a smile, still keeping her distance. It'd been a long time since he'd made her feel such a way, but she felt like prey getting stalked. She has to shake the feeling off. The atmosphere was probably still weird from their small fight. It'd clear up soon enough.
Smile widening, she pushes past her discomfort and finally reaches out to take one of his hands and step closer. Everything would be just fine. He'd forgive her. Because he loved her, no matter what. ]
[ When she enters the room, he closes the door behind her. Better, he thinks, that Mega doesn't really see this. He may not understand the complications of love, the complexities.
Technical Boy turns back to face her as she takes his hand, moving closer and wrapping an arm securely around her back. The warmth of her connection breathes a bit of color into his skin. He's stronger with her there and his chin rests atop her head. ]
I'm sorry, Monika. I'm sorry, but sometimes there have to be consequences. How do you expect to learn without discipline? You always say I don't let you sleep, that's one of your biggest complaints. So...you can have your sleep.
[ He leans down, fluttering a kiss to her forehead. And that's when it begins -- when the osmosis of their connection morphs to something parasitic. Technical Boy forces his way in and drinks from her energy, growing stronger as she weakens. The experience, overall, may not be entirely unpleasant. Painful, certainly, but he does add a degree of pleasure to it -- through his love for her.
He leans down, his lips meeting hers. He's only doing this out of love, after all. Pure love. Her energy will buy him more time. This is a sacrifice for the greater good. Tragic vampire romances, eat your heart out. ]
Just rest. [ He murmurs against her lips. ] It'll all be better in the morning...just rest.
[ At first, the closing of the door was nothing. Just privacy. Tucking their intimacy safely away. Once he's tugged her closer, wrapped her up securely in his arms, she feels at peace again. She's getting used to feeling the tendrils of their connection now, and she shuts her eyes, ready to relax against him and move past this whole thing.
Then he speaks, and suddenly the closed door is the exit to a locked cage.
Her body stiffens under his suddenly python-like grasp. Consequences? Discipline? These don't sound like the sweet whispers of a lover. They're the mutterings of a displeased god. Terror-filled eyes stare up at him after the poison-dipped kiss to her forehead. ]
Darling. You... [ Her head shakes. ] Not now. We can talk more. I want--
[ What she wants doesn't matter. The poison seeps in more and more, squeezing the sound from her throat. It's in this moment that she realizes their connection wasn't just some sweet, romantic link--a gift-giver, a blessing. It was also capable of taking. Cursing.
Vengeance.
She struggles against him, fiercely at first, but she's quickly overtaken, her terrified whimpers fading against his warm, deceptively-inviting lips. Even if there's an undercurrent of pleasure, the pain is at the forefront. There's none of the sensual duality she's used to. It's pure horror, pure fear.
Yes. Yes, now she knows--her actions can have consequences, and it was only a matter of time before such an analytical, all-seeing, all-knowing mind would mete out a punishment for her crimes.
His final words are the sounds of dirt thudding onto her coffin as she scratched wildly at the walls of the plush prison, fighting for release. She tries to say one more thing, give one more plea, but as tears roll down her cheeks, she falls away from the world, limp in his arms. At rest. ]
[ He catches her as she loses consciousness -- her strength now coursing through his veins, a temporary fix. Like he once had carried her toward the fire pit in his mind, he hoists her into his arms and brings her to the bed, laying her gently on the mattress. There she resides, a glorious sleeping beauty.
He approaches to gingerly remove her shoes and place them near the door, neat and tidy -- like they had been intentionally removed and placed there by Monika herself. Then, he returns to her side.
This feels better. All of those negative emotions bubbling up inside of him, all of Monika's selfishness, all of the secrets that were starting to wind their way to the surface -- he had lost control of that, lost control of his emotions, lost control of Monika. This was reclaiming that control. Monika had gotten away with far more than he ever should have allowed.
Tonight, she didn't get the human or the machine -- she got the god. She got her Zeus.
An arm wraps securely around her sleeping frame and he holds her warmly through the night until the following morning when he orders her a nice spread of room service and has a home made bouquet from the garden resting on her pillow. The first thing she'll awaken to, a sweet intoxicating scent to counterbalance the not-so-sweet thing that transpired last night. Along with the flowers is a handwritten note, a single message:
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sad text/action :(
Still, she could fix it. And she was going to. A little talk, a little time, and this would all blow over!
Her forehead thumps lightly against his door. Clearly, that wasn't going to be an easy task. She's been knocking so much that her knuckles are stinging and red. With a sigh, she pulls out her phone and taps out a message. ]
come onnn. i'm not going to go away until you let me in
i'll stay here all night and day
just talk to me please
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i think what happened is pretty self explanatory. no further conversation necessary.
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But in all seriousness, she's glad she finally got a response. It's a start. Now, the real work begins. She decides to begin with the bold strategy of manipula--asking a simple question. Desperate times and all that. ]
you still don't trust me, do you?
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why are you stringing me along?
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[ She wasn't. Of course not. It takes a second to convince herself that lie is the truth so she can keep going. ]
i had a life before you got here, you know that right? and i had to find who i could to keep me safe, because again, i was sleeping next to someone who *murdered me* and laughed about it. that's not me being dramatic, that's me fearing for my life. you really think i can defend myself??
so yeah, i've stayed with mega, but i'll stop if that's what you want
anyway, i can't tell you anything you don't ask me about, but if this is how you're going to react to me having friends that care about me, do you think i'm going to want to share much?
[ There's a little pause. She knows this is all going over some line, beyond anything that a person who truly loves someone should do, but...whatever it takes to keep him. She presses on. ]
most of all though? i wish i could kill world
he's the one that did this to you
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And that's half the problem now, he can't remember things very clearly as he runs at half capacity. It's making him feel like the crazy one. How is he supposed to have a meaningful conversation like this? ]
world has nothing to do with this.
is "friend" really all mega is?
why did you come to him first instead of me? you obviously didn't know i was going to be here.
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[ She's going to persist. Go for the weakness. It's not her fault if she uses what he gave her, is it? ]
and i guess i can't say mega's just a friend. i don't know what i'd call it, but he's something more, you know? he's been with me since the very beginning. i teach him about humanity, he shows me what robots can be. we look out for each other, pretty much
but do you really think we could be much beyond that? i mean, you saw him out here talking about *easter eggs*. and on more than one occasion, i've had to tell him storks don't bring babies. like, he believes in santa still! not really my kind of boyfriend material lol
[ It's easy to talk about these quirks like they're bad because they're charming little things that make Mega special. Not that she should think about them. They'll taint her lies if she thinks of them too fondly. ]
i went to him first because i panicked i guess. like you said, it's not like i knew what room you'd be in yet. why not go with my usual choice for safety first after figuring out who i'd have to room with again? then i could come find you after i could calm down. because i mean i'm not trying to be rude, but after i saw how super medieval it is in here, i didn't think you'd be at your best.....sorry
but hey, you showing up happened to be a happy and convenient surprise, just a little unexpected hahaha ❤️
now can i come in please? i need to be in your arms again
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But the last point is hurtful. Like when he's not 100%, he's clearly not good enough for her to seek out. ]
this isn't like in the basement, monika. i don't think you understand it's not like a fucking flu. i could die. i could shut down if i don't get some access to tech in the next few days.
but like thanks i guess for making me an afterthought?
[ It's not like he can blame her for not realizing the seriousness of it since he didn't tell her, but it's also easy to blame her and feel like a victim -- like she just doesn't care enough. Because it's funny how the moments he needs her most are the moments she keeps him waiting. ]
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.....i'm sorry. i didn't think something like that was possible. you're a god....
is there anything i can do?
[ She's not going to acknowledge the afterthought part, however. A problem doesn't exist if she doesn't see it. ]
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He places his phone on the stand and slowly gets up, stripped down to his boxers and pale. So very pale. He trudges toward the door, finally unlocking it and opening it up for her. Wordless. He doesn't say anything, still upset. He just stands there and waits for her to put herself into his arms so he can start sapping. ]
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When the door swings open, the small, hopeful smile she'd put on disappears. Needless to say, he looks like crap. Now she definitely feels bad.
Without him giving her any reaction, any direction, she spends a good while frozen in an awkward and uncertain silence. He's probably not looking to stand in his underwear with the door wide open for long, however, so she soon shuffles inside.
She flashes a smile, still keeping her distance. It'd been a long time since he'd made her feel such a way, but she felt like prey getting stalked. She has to shake the feeling off. The atmosphere was probably still weird from their small fight. It'd clear up soon enough.
Smile widening, she pushes past her discomfort and finally reaches out to take one of his hands and step closer. Everything would be just fine. He'd forgive her. Because he loved her, no matter what. ]
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Technical Boy turns back to face her as she takes his hand, moving closer and wrapping an arm securely around her back. The warmth of her connection breathes a bit of color into his skin. He's stronger with her there and his chin rests atop her head. ]
I'm sorry, Monika. I'm sorry, but sometimes there have to be consequences. How do you expect to learn without discipline? You always say I don't let you sleep, that's one of your biggest complaints. So...you can have your sleep.
[ He leans down, fluttering a kiss to her forehead. And that's when it begins -- when the osmosis of their connection morphs to something parasitic. Technical Boy forces his way in and drinks from her energy, growing stronger as she weakens. The experience, overall, may not be entirely unpleasant. Painful, certainly, but he does add a degree of pleasure to it -- through his love for her.
He leans down, his lips meeting hers. He's only doing this out of love, after all. Pure love. Her energy will buy him more time. This is a sacrifice for the greater good. Tragic vampire romances, eat your heart out. ]
Just rest. [ He murmurs against her lips. ] It'll all be better in the morning...just rest.
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Then he speaks, and suddenly the closed door is the exit to a locked cage.
Her body stiffens under his suddenly python-like grasp. Consequences? Discipline? These don't sound like the sweet whispers of a lover. They're the mutterings of a displeased god. Terror-filled eyes stare up at him after the poison-dipped kiss to her forehead. ]
Darling. You... [ Her head shakes. ] Not now. We can talk more. I want--
[ What she wants doesn't matter. The poison seeps in more and more, squeezing the sound from her throat. It's in this moment that she realizes their connection wasn't just some sweet, romantic link--a gift-giver, a blessing. It was also capable of taking. Cursing.
Vengeance.
She struggles against him, fiercely at first, but she's quickly overtaken, her terrified whimpers fading against his warm, deceptively-inviting lips. Even if there's an undercurrent of pleasure, the pain is at the forefront. There's none of the sensual duality she's used to. It's pure horror, pure fear.
Yes. Yes, now she knows--her actions can have consequences, and it was only a matter of time before such an analytical, all-seeing, all-knowing mind would mete out a punishment for her crimes.
His final words are the sounds of dirt thudding onto her coffin as she scratched wildly at the walls of the plush prison, fighting for release. She tries to say one more thing, give one more plea, but as tears roll down her cheeks, she falls away from the world, limp in his arms. At rest. ]
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He approaches to gingerly remove her shoes and place them near the door, neat and tidy -- like they had been intentionally removed and placed there by Monika herself. Then, he returns to her side.
This feels better. All of those negative emotions bubbling up inside of him, all of Monika's selfishness, all of the secrets that were starting to wind their way to the surface -- he had lost control of that, lost control of his emotions, lost control of Monika. This was reclaiming that control. Monika had gotten away with far more than he ever should have allowed.
Tonight, she didn't get the human or the machine -- she got the god. She got her Zeus.
An arm wraps securely around her sleeping frame and he holds her warmly through the night until the following morning when he orders her a nice spread of room service and has a home made bouquet from the garden resting on her pillow. The first thing she'll awaken to, a sweet intoxicating scent to counterbalance the not-so-sweet thing that transpired last night. Along with the flowers is a handwritten note, a single message:
I forgive you ♥ ]