So this isn't my first fic with these alters, but I like this one the most so far. It's about how Psy-420's pursuit of Vi-138 began from my perspective. I hope you enjoy! Please leave a comment about any complaints you may have or if you just want to tell me that I don't suck!

Virus-138 decided he hated people.

All they did was stand there, staring. Couldn't they understand that no one likes to be stared at? He readjusted his headphones and turned on the music. It helped him blend in, but they all knew his face anyway. Fucking losers.

The headphones were a requirement of all programs with a designated job. They were connected to a transmitter one carried with him/her. At first they were a way to weed out the low-lifes from the rest of society, but then the lowest of the low managed to get their hands on their own headphones. Now the only way to determine a virus from a regular program was to check his/her designation.

He took out a spray can he pilfered from a stupid store earlier and began to shake it.

Vi heard footfalls and knew the people he saw earlier had scattered. They may have not run upon recognizing him, but no one wanted to be around when a crime was being committed.

"Hey you!" someone cried out.

Vi barely heard it over his music. He assumed it was the blanks calling out to each other and positioned his can to begin his work of art.

Psychedelic-420 made sure to straighten his tie and headphones before leaving his office for his first day out on the town. He was nervous about how everyone would view him.

Did he look too much like his mother? What about his father? Did he look as green as he was? Well, in terms of being new. What about too serious? Was he too innocent looking?

"Stop fretting and just come out here," Psy's partner Eagle-1702 laughed from outside the door.

Psy chuckled nervously and then did as he was told.

"See? You look downright spiffy."

Psy couldn't help but laugh at that. "Spiffy? Eag, I think you've been watching too many old recordings."

"No way! Those are the classics, Psy! Can't get enough of them!"

They laughed together and left the building.

Outside was as organized as ever. Programs weren't prone to erratic behavior, and were creatures of habit. So they tended to walk in straight lines down the sidewalks or drive perfectly between the lines with the perfect amount of space between themselves and the car in front of them. It would be disconcerting if one was used to chaos and disorder, but to Psy and Eagle it looked perfectly normal.

"Looks all clear here," Eagle reported in. He put on his glasses to scan the populace more thoroughly. "Yep. Nothing to report. We can move on."

Their patrol continued for another straight hour with nothing standing out.

"Won't there ever be any action?" Psy sighed while Eagle scanned.

"Looks like there will be now. Hear that?"

Psy perked up and put on his own green sunglasses. Green was the color of the antiviruses so ordinary citizens could easily identify them. He scanned in the direction of Eagle's gaze and his glasses picked up a faint irregularity.

"Is that music?" Psy asked Eagle once the signal was picked up by his transmitter and sent to his headphones.

"Sounds like. You better report this while I get closer. Target isn't identified yet."

"What's so dangerous about music?" Psy asked while obeying his senpai.

"Music isn't playing on the radio right now. It could only be coming from an irregular." Eagle grabbed Psy's arm and pulled him into a ground of tall, cleaning programs. They would be hidden from their target for now.

"How many irregular programs are there again?"

"Only a few. Viruses and of course us antiviruses being the likeliest of the two."

"But what if it's a different irregular?"

"Not likely and so not worth considering. Stop asking questions. You're sounding like one of them."

Psy nodded and followed his senpai until they suddenly broke out of the crowd and into a giant pen space. The other programs were walking around this place in a giant arc, altering their set path for some reason.

"Oh shit," Eagle swore. His glasses were flashing and he immediately backed up into the crowd.

Psy didn't understand and just stared at the back of the program standing in the middle of the empty circle. He had a spray can in hand, and that was completely against regulation.

"Hey you!" Psy called out.

So I won't keep this POV the same throughout the story. I will try to keep the amount of times I tell the story from both main characters' POVs even, but no promises. The next one will be entirely from Psy's because of the length, but I'll do a full chapter from Vi's as well, so don't think I'm shortchanging poor Vi.