So...this is how it ends...is it?
I mean...it was fun while it lasted, right? We all had a good time...some laughs...perhaps some tears here and there...hopefully at least ONE of you jerked off to this.
But let it be said that the true hero NEVER lets their creation die too soon.
When there is an empty box instead of a puzzle, do you just throw up your arms and say to yourself, "Fuck it! I guess I'll buy another one!" Or is it more likely that you're going to ask for a refund in the hopes that the same box will be replenished with the missing pieces you wanted all along?
What are you TALKING about, Ned?
Shut up, Ivy! I'm monologuing!
Heh...okay!
Right...anyway!
The story doesn't end with plot holes everywhere or leave everybody scratching their heads wondering what the bloody fuck happened. The story...THIS story...won't end without a satisfying ending.
And killing me is the only way to finish off the bad ending.
Lies! YOU'RE the one who trapped us here in the first place!
You think I placed you all here? That I wanted you to suffer as I did?...No! The world around you is brutal, I would NEVER make you all suffer here! I am the creator, but not of this ungodly world!
It's too late for explanations now, Animdude! You're TOAST after WE get done with you!
Very well then...so that's how it's going to be?
We WILL be set free! Whether you LIKE IT OR NOT!
Then…
...come and get me.
The trees rustled and shook, slapping their branches against one another's in a rhythm of nature. Leaves fell delicately from each one and floated softly onto the sidewalk below, scraping loudly against the asphalt as its crispy edges ran across the walkway. Orange, brown and yellow littered huge portions of lawn all throughout the neighborhood with bare trees quite obviously standing out amidst the white-gray autumn sky. Helpless leaves were bound to most of the branches eternally though the tree was almost totally bare otherwise, overall creating an incomplete sense that just wouldn't go away. Squirrels frantically jumped about and crinkled the leaves softly as they skipped about from spot to spot, hoping to dig up some acorns they had buried in preparation for hard times.
(That is how squirrels work, right? LOL, sorry, I'm a dumbass XD)
Aside from the leaves crinkling like fresh potato chips on the walkway and the lively jitters of birds chirping their final mating calls of the season, the only other sound in the entire neighborhood at this hour was a purple car exiting the driveway of a seemingly abandoned house. The tires scratched across the pavement, sending flakes of loose gravel spitting out of the unattended cracks in the drive as it drove out of sight of the neighborhood.
It was just about seven in the morning; early enough for the kids to be at school and late enough to get to work early. If that makes any sense.
The purple vehicle drove slowly and cautiously, much to the agitation of the people behind it. The destination took much longer than it should, considering the distance between its starting and ending point was just around a minute away. The whole journey, by car, apparently took six if you made a round trip.
It stopped in the parking lot, dimming its headlights and killing the engine with one swift turn of a metal instrument otherwise known more commonly as a key. The vehicle sputtered dying puffs of exhaust for half a second, and the next sound was the car door unlocking and being flung open to reveal an attractive yet discomforting woman. She was fairly tall and had an obvious gut hanging just below her breasts; not too big, but wide enough to protrude out of her shirt an inch or two. Her shirt buttons held together with much strain although it wasn't noticeable at a distance. She had pink skin and purple hair that matched almost perfectly with her work shirt. Her face was pure, untainted by makeup, so all of her best features were true. She tied her purple locks into a ponytail, and made her way slowly into the building in which she worked. Her hips and ponytail jiggled while she walked, bouncing in rhythm to each click of her shoes slapping the pavement.
She finally reached the building and got herself inside. She groaned, feeling a small ache in her back and a sting in her eyes from a lack of sleep, but she remained focused and persistent.
The woman tried to look as though she wasn't being beaten down by the world as she passed her coworkers. The only one who stopped her was her friend, her business partner, who asked if she was okay regarding any...past events she didn't want to mention in case of an emotional attack.
She sighed. "It's fine, Henrietta. I'm okay."
"You don't SOUND okay," Henrietta countered, "What's up? Havin' a bad week?"
She groaned. "A little bit," she said, rubbing her shoulder, "How's the progress on the new models we're working on?" Henrietta sighed. "Slow," she admitted, "I was kind of hoping I could put in all these little bits and pieces we were hoping to add to the bots, but we can't because it's simply impossible to fit every single thing in one robot!"
"Nonsense!" the woman argued, "There's ALWAYS a way to get a robot to do anything we want! There's no exceptions!"
"We want the new model to function almost EXACTLY like a human," Henrietta informed her, "We've only succeeded ONCE, and that's because we took out the salivation tanks! There's just no way to fit EVERYTHING into one machine!"
"Well, if we could do it once, we can do it again!" the woman argued.
"It's not that easy, Willow!" Henrietta argued, her voice rising in anger, "And even if we COULD, remember that the ones we're working on right now have TWICE the demand and TWICE the applications we started with! We're in WAY over our heads, Willow!"
Willow, the purple haired woman, put her fingers to her temples and groaned. "Look," she said sternly, her hand melting off her face and back to her side, "Just make them bigger. That's it! Just make 'em fucking six feet tall! Who cares?"
"Well, we may have to make them seven feet tall if we're going to-"
"I SAID WHO CARES!?" Willow shouted, stamping her foot to punctuate her last word.
"Okay, DAMN!" Henrietta cried defensively, "I'll go change the dimensions! Jesus!"
She fumed out of the room and Willow made her way to her post near the other end of the building. Unfortunately, the relationship between the two women was deteriorating after Willow's accident, and it appeared to be getting worse day by day. Henrietta just became more and more exasperated at Willow's unwillingness to work anymore. And even when she DID work, it was on something Henrietta wasn't allowed to see. All she had to go on was that it was big and sharp, and that was it.
Knowing Willow and her current state of sanity, it was probably the world's most extreme dildo.
Henrietta wasn't faring much better in the game of life, either; she had barely any money despite having an enormously successful company because she constantly had to purchase materials to construct the machines her business revolved around. Her unparalleled intellect didn't matter either; she could build robots that could have sex, feel sex and even breathe and blink but the moment she had a financial issue all of that didn't matter. Her electric bill alone cost her more than her car, forcing her to stop production for three months before there was enough money for a new project. Nevertheless, she had an optimistic dream that one day everything would turn out okay and the world would continue spinning on its axis without any more catastrophes.
Willow, however, did not feel the same enthusiasm and instead moped around the building when she wasn't locking herself away to work. She had turned from a cheery, charismatic and vibrant girl into one made of pure depression and little else in between. She just couldn't seem to bring herself to be happy, and she didn't want to take any medications for it because it felt, quote unquote "artificial", and if she was to return to her usual state, she would have to do it herself.
Of course, Henrietta being the genius she was, didn't see the logic in that and worried strongly about her friend's health. People didn't just rehabilitate themselves-not in cases like these, anyway.
But I digress. Willow headed off to a secluded area of the building where only she could enter because she was the only one in possession of a key to it. It rested just behind a seemingly concrete wall although all it was was painted wood. She made her way into the door and locked it behind her as she began traversing to the end of a dark hallway that was kept unlit except for the occasional candle for the fear that Henrietta might notice the electric bill being higher than it should have been. For as scrambled as her life could be, Henrietta was NOT stupid. She could sniff out any gap in data regardless of how much she had at hand.
Willow's dark, purple form bounced weakly through the hallway with an ominous shadow lurking behind her, approaching closer and closer until she passed a candle and the black figure sped past her as though it didn't care. It moved like that only once because the hallway was only wide enough for one candle to be necessary to illuminate it. She approached a section of the building that was apparently locked, and unlocked it with the same key she opened the last door with. Entering the section, she turned off a switch by the door that cut a quiet, damaging audio file that messed with the brain's perception. A robot at the end of the hall that was broken down and visually distorted returned to its usual sexy form. It was simply leaning up against the wall, not doing much of anything besides taking the occasional (and unnecessary) breath. Willow strolled right by it as though it ceased to exist and she headed down yet another hall to a room at the end of it.
This time, the hallway was excessively decorated, with random portraits and windows that were taped over to give the illusion it was nighttime outside. The walls were given blue pinstripe wallpapers and a deep blue carpet lined the floor. Willow's shoes constantly squished into the soft fabric, yet made heavy thumping noises as her feet hit the floorboards. She finally approached a door that one would expect to find in a house, and Willow walked inside it without any trouble.
Willow gasped in shock as she looked around the room, her eyes first lying upon the twisted, broken pile of scrap metal that used to be an animatronic torn apart on the ground. Its flesh was ripped in several locations and metal bones stuck out horrifically while sparks emitted from a snapped wire. The eyes were gone, knocked out from an obvious hit to the head, and both arms were pulled from their sockets and leaking oil all over the blue carpet. The fur that used to be a silky red was now a disgusting brown, tainted by the leaking fluids and damaged from a severe wound.
Her gaze then shifted to a girl sobbing in the corner, her legs clutched to her chest and her hands placed directly on her cheeks. Her deep brown hair wiggled with her shoulders as her lungs spasmed into soft cries. Willow angrily stomped over to the girl's location and picked her up forcefully by the back of her shirt. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Willow shouted, "What the fuck!? What is THIS?"
The girl forced herself to gulp back her tears and tried to speak. She refused to look at Willow in fear that she would stare right into the eyes of the devil. "I...I...it c-came...it j-jumped at me...I didn't know wh-"
"These robots were SO FUCKING HARD TO BUILD!" Willow interrupted, "I did NOT make these for you to BEAT UP because you wanted to be a little bitch!"
The girl shut her eyes as Willow's angered voice clawed at her head. "I was scared! I had to do something to save myself!"
Willow forced the girl into a position so she had no choice but to look Willow in the eyes. "So...you like to hurt things, huh?"
"N-no," the girl stammered. She wanted to argue back "Only things that try to fucking kill me!", but she knew a reply like that would get her leg broken...again.
Willow's free index finger whipped out and pointed like a dagger at the crumpled mess of an android cracking and flickering with static electricity behind her. "THEN WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" she shouted. The girl gave a worried shrug in return.
The woman's nostrils flared with rage. She looked back at the robot and stopped pointing to it, her point now clearly made. She looked straight at the girl again and promptly plowed her fist into her arm.
The girl cried out in pain, the bruise appearing not ten seconds later.
"Yeah!?" Willow screamed, "THAT'S how it feels! You know how you broke your arm when that bear got you and it JUST healed!? Well, THAT'S what MONTHS AND MONTHS OF HARD WORK BEING DESTROYED FEELS LIKE!"
Willow dropped the helpless girl and made sure to give her a few extra kicks in case the message hadn't gotten across yet. The girl was now weeping, her nose bleeding profusely and tears streaming down her face like water down a river. Her body was sprawled out due to the fact that so many of her muscles were pulled that everything hurt to do. The purple-haired woman gave a few huffs of anger and decided she was done disciplining her for now.
She walked over to the broken robot and began scooping up pieces of it to be repaired later on. She gave a short, angered grunt every time a spark hit her hand. Once half of all the twisted, mangled pieces were picked up, she stood and looked down at the girl.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
The girl winced. "S-sorry…"
"You're goddamn right you are," Willow insisted. She hefted half of the robot over her shoulder and walked out of the room. "Just for this, you're getting an EXTRA turn with Plushie tonight."
The girl sniffed. "Y-yes, Willow."
Willow said nothing as she slammed the door behind her. A shockwave rushed through the walls and a picture dropped and shattered on impact with the ground.
The girl curled into a painful ball of agony and wept herself to sleep on the filthy, crusted floor.
A late Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Thanks for waiting, guys! Some, uh...family shit got in the way. Anyway! I hope you enjoyed and I promise to upload the next chapter in a week! Thanks again for reading!