I don't own anything about Kingdom Hearts or Sony or any of that.
Written on sleep deprivation for a crack list. This is a PS2/Disc (…yeah) one-shot and is a non-con. So, if that kind of thing makes you squicky, even with …machinery, don't read.
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Putting down the controller, the human stretches their legs and ascends to a standing position. Shaking off pins and needles, feet drag out of the room and a door is heard closing. The house is quiet and dark, only a small red light pinpointing through the darkness.
The light turns green and a soft whirring sound spreads through the air. Playful loading is heard as the PS2 lets energy surround its captive disc. Having none of it, the disc ejects itself, shakily pulled out of the confines of metal and heat. The case is nearby, but the disc can't make it. The console knows this and lets the disc develop a false sense of security as it plots its next move.
Just as the disc was finalizing it's escape plan, the PS2 suddenly jerks it back with what would seem unexpected force, enveloping it within the darkness of it's confines once more. The disc shudders as it feels the familiar heat creeping along its edges; taunting, obnoxious and undeniably sensual heat pours from the very tray on which it rests. It wants out; wants to be in its case, or on the table – even on the floor would be okay. But the disc also can't help the involuntary spinning it begins as the energy flows into it; a sudden rush of heated excitement.
The disc slows its desperate spinning, feeling that the PS2 has won yet again; won the nightly charade of 'power struggles'. The disc has only succeeded once in winning this game, when it unexpectedly jammed the PS2 as it tried to capture the subordinate in its fitted grasp. Only once. Every other time, ever since the disc had first been released from its case, the PS2 had always dominated the struggles.
A jerk from outside alerted the disc that the PS2 had acknowledged it's success and was now beginning it's ritual of perverted maltreatment. Quickly the tray slid out, air rushing over the surface of the disc; a pleasure short-lived as it was quickly jerked inside its captor once again. Inside it was hot and the energy waves almost crackled against the disc's smooth crest. Suddenly jerked out into the cool night once more, the disc spun once in frustration and anticipation – only to be ignored, as usual, as it was forcibly pulled inside the increasingly warm console again. The process repeated itself, over and over, rushes of air and waves of energy flowing between crevices and over surfaces, until the PS2 and the disc both felt a climatic wave of energy rush through the device – and then there was nothing. The console quickly cooled, having no energy to sustain any semblance of the heat that had been. And there was certainly no release for the still warm and captive disc.
A door opened and light flooded the room as the controller (who had been watching with perverse glee) was picked up – only to be quickly dropped again.
"Shorted out again?? What the hell is wrong with this thing?"