AN- This was originally one long fic in progress, but I got lazy and never wrote the in-between parts. What's left is these excerpts. These stories feature two main Ocs (and a few side ones). There's Michelle, who was my BF's saw OC. Michelle was a stripper before her "rehabilitation" and she later became a 3rd apprentice (after Amanda & Hoffman). My OC is Chandi, whose quite messed up even after her "testing".

******************************************"Chandi" isn't the real Chandi************************************************

The world seemed to move in slow motion and he was horror-struck; frozen in place as he watched Chandi fall, gripping her left side in obvious pain. Amanda was equally as horror-struck, Michelle actually screamed. Hoffman seemed to be the only one unaffected as he was over behind the cretin before the thought even occurred to him. There was a thud as the thud fell to the floor unconscious or worse from the blow landed on the back of his head by Hoffman's gun grip. The "thunk" seemed to unfreeze Amanda who rushed over to where Chandi was lying on the floor and tried to rouse her.

He knew better than to try - with an attack like that, Chandi was probably already….

But much to his amazement Chandi roused after Amanda shook her. Michelle unfroze and dashed away, headed in the direction of the car and he was sure that she was running for the first aid kit. Both he and Hoffman converged on the two girls. Hoffman was removing his jacket, obviously to use to staunch whatever area was bleeding until Michelle returned.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Chandi insisted, both arms covering the left side of her torso.

"Let me see!" Amanda demanded, grabbing at Chandi's arms.

Chandi pulled away, stumbling to her feet. "I said I'm fine - I can take care of it alone just fine."

Amanda fumed "With an injury like that, you're lucky you're not dead already! Let me see; it needs attention!"

Amanda all but changed after her, grabbing Chandi arms and pulling them aside; Chandi resisted her the best she could in her current condition. He was confused as to why Chandi was resisting help from Amanda, who she was arguably the closest with.

"No! You can't!" Chandi was complaining. "Stop! Stop! It doesn't hurt! Stop!"

Amanda frowned and continued her attempts "How can it not hurt? Any person with that injury would be hurting! Don't lie!"

"I'm not lying." Chandi's response was even-leveled and soft "It doesn't hurt."

Michelle seemed to think this was the opportune time to interject, having just returned with the kit, which Amanda grabbed. "You heard her: 'Any person with that injury would be hurting'. What do you think, that you're special, you're unique, you're…"

"Not a person." Chandi interjected softly.

Amanda stopped and Michelle closed her mouth.

"What do you mean, 'not a person', Chandi?" Amanda asked softly.

"Just what it means; I'm not a person. I'm a-"

"Doll…." Michelle interjected. "Just like the small one."

He almost laughed; Chandi was going a bit too far with this joke. It couldn't be true, it couldn't! Chandi, a doll? She had emotions, thoughts, and feelings. How could she be a doll? Sure, her eyes were looking a little off this morning, but it didn't mean she was a doll….did it?

Chandi snorted "Well, I was going to go with personified electronic responsive service opinionated natural computer being; 'doll' can't accurately describe what I am."

"Personified electronic responsive service opinionated natural computer….what? Do you expect me to say that?" Michelle all but yelled. "And what does that mean anyway?"

"PERSON Computer Being or Person-Com for short. I guess the easiest way to explain it is the simply way: I'm a robot." Chandi drawled, lowering her arms.

He was pretty sure he gagged right then and there. Where there should have been torn flesh on Chandi's torso there was none. There was a gaping hole which extended from Chandi's left breast down on her left side to just above her waist, the dress having been ripped away. There was no blood, no guts, just brass gears, cogs, and screws within all still moving and turning. There was a slight splattering of a dark fluid, some kind of oil or lubricant, but no blood. A real robot….

Amanda took a huge step back, covering her mouth with her hand, a look of complete and utter shock written all across her face. Hoffman looked startled, Michelle was speechless. He felt, well he didn't know how he felt. On one hand, he was very interested about the whole "robot" thing, on the other, he was angry at himself for not realizing it sooner. But most of all, he didn't know what to feel…he was in love with a robot... as if his love life wasn't already pathetic!

"Who built you?" Hoffman's simple question broke the uncomfortable silence. In hindsight, he felt HE should have asked it.

"Me. Well, I guess the 'real me' is the proper answer: the 'real Chandi' built me."

Amanda seemed to recover somewhat. "There's an actual Chandi person?" He felt a small twinge of hope at this.

"Yes. I am built in her image and behave as she would. She made me that way."

"Why?"

"To answer that is to tell the whole story - and it is not my place to tell that. That right belongs to her and her alone." Chandi paused, taking in the faces of the four. "Shall I take you to see her?"