((A/N: I was reading some fanfiction on Quizazz!, and I saw... A GUIDE FOR AN ALLISTOR KIRKLAND.
... Oh, god yes. I'll link you, Kay~~? Now... I choose to ignore the OC, and think of Saemus. X"D Don't shoot me. =3=;; But, I decided... Let's do this! I'm gonna open my Scot-bot! :"DDDD ./1321058/ALLISTOR-KIRKLAND-User-Guide-and-Manual/1/ ))
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I bit my lip, shuffling awkwardly around the large box in my living room.
Ever since I've come to this house, my foster parents have showered me with goodwill and presents. I'm eighteen, and I was adopted around age fourteen. They had sat me down and discussed my interests, and, upon the subject of anime, I almost glowed when I told them about the limited edition androids. Then, I spieled on how awesome Scotland was. It gradually came to this day. They had gotten me one, and saved it until my eighteenth birthday. I tried not I explode at how long they'd waited.
I had spent a few hours researching Nessie, reading through the instruction manual, and twiddling my thumbs. I even took a shower and blow-dried my hair. Heck, my nails were even painted.
I took a deep breath as I inched closer, gnawing on my lip, breath shuddering. I gazed back at the camera on my kitchen table, just to make sure it was recording.
I was the ONLY owner of a Scotland android in the world. I was the only one interested in it. My "parents" we're able to get it without a problem, unlike the Prussia and England models. They were hella-rich, too, which surprised me. My new home was humble, really. I had two extra rooms.
I shook my head. It didn't matter-I owned a Scotland, now. I smiled a bit, exhaling sheepishly as I watched the box.
The Scottish flag- along with the Royal one- was plastered on the box. I had a flag in one of the extra rooms for him, too. His clothes were already there, and I knew he'd be wearing his uniform when he came out.
I had hidden the gun, and the journal and bagpipes were packed away in his closet. I even researched Scotland's name, and found the family kilt pattern. I had a few kilts away for him. (I know he'll like that.)
My breath shuddered out again as I sat next to the box, legs crossed and hands in my lap. A few small latches were on the side of the box, and they were pretty tight on there. With a small nod, I leaned closer to the box, tapping one of my father's cigars on the lid.
"F..." I started, gulping a bit. "Fancy a smoke, sir?"
Silence followed for a few seconds, until I heard a strange voice ring out.
"...Aye," it said. The voice was low, but had a small purr to it. It was clearly Scottish (duh.). My face flushed red, and I smiled a bit, still incredibly nervous.
"Sh...Shall I..."
I shook my head, merely leaning down and unlatching the box quickly.
"Here, let yourself out, if you want..." I smiled, cigar and matches in hand.
After a few seconds, the top slowly came up, and a mess of fiery-red hair showed itself.
The man I saw was pale, and he had beautiful red hair. His eyes were piercingly green, and they made his hair just that more vibrant. Or was it his hair made his eyes mo... Nevermind.
Either way, my face grew red and I almost fell back, stricken by how.. HANDSOME he was. His eyes, however, went to the cigar in my hands. He smirked a bit, reaching out and taking it, matches, too.
"Thank'ye, lassie..." he muttered, cigar in mouth already.
I watched up at him, still bemused by him. This android... It was so realistic. My face was hot, and I smiled a bit wider.
"Uhm..." I started, watching him light the cigar.
"I... I'm sorry my parents... Waited so long..."
He shrugged, taking a drag and looking down at me, legs now slung over the side of his crate.
"Doesn' ma'er, lass," he smiled, making my face ignite.
"I've a smoke, now, so I ain't complainin'."
I nodded a bit too rapidly, sitting on my knees. I was grinning stupidly, I'm sure, but I just sat there, patient to learn more.
"...Y-Y...You're name's Allistor..." I bit my lip, relaxing a bit. "Allistor Kirkland, right...?"
He sighed a bit, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
"Y'can reprogram me, lass. I ain't gonna mess with ye."
I laughed sheepishly, making my way around him. I used my pocketknife to open a small panel in his upper arm, setting a short, four-number code in, then starting to select changes.
"Sorry... I didn't know how you'd react..."
He chuckled, chest shaking heartily, exhaling more smoke.
"I's fine... I know ye go' ta," he smirked, taking a drag off of the cigar.
I nodded a bit, taking my time to program him, carefully selecting some options. I would make Allistor a heavy sleeper, because I stayed up rather late. He could be profane because I wouldn't mind. Violence would have to be toned down. Sensitivity a bit up; I didn't want him to hate everyone-that's a terrible way to... "live." And, I didn't plan on turning his smoking and drinking off. Heck no.
He gazed over at me as I worked on. His eyes seemed to scan over me as I turned the "lusty" option down, and his eyes faded a bit.
"Aww..." he whined. "Yer no fun, lass..."
I laughed a bit, looking up at him.
"Well, we wouldn't want you molesting my neighbors..."
He smirked, holding the cigar away from his mouth, smoke dispelling into the air.
"I wouldn't do tha'," he chuckled. "Not molest, a'least..."
I rolled my eyes, making sure that his default settings remained. Charming, Laid-Back, and (lesigh) Short-Tempered.
I closed the panel on his arm, scooting in front of him again. I traced my eyes up and down him again, glowing with happiness. Tears almost came to my eyes as I grinned, almost shaking with excited. He looked so real... It was incredible.
"'Ey..." he said, cutting through my silent glee.
"... Ye checkin' me out?"
I could ALMOST hear a record scratch. My expression changed from absolutely gleaming into TOMATO.
"...should I turn the lust option down again?"
He laughed, ashes falling off of his cigar and onto the floor.
"Ah...~" he crooned, collecting himself after a while. "I like ye, lass. Ye seem nice already."
Allistor took another drag on his cigar, smirking down at me. My smile returned, and I crossed my arms.
"I 'ave a name, lad," I mused, mimicking his accent. He smirked wider, taking his cigar out of his mouth, smoke blowing around me.
"Wha' is it, lass...~?"
I tried not to cough, but did anyways, as I smiled up at him.
"M'name's Mary. Mary Overbee."
He blinked a bit as he saw my reaction to his exhale, and, reluctantly, moved his cigar aside, still smirking.
"Mary Overbee..." he purred, my face flushing darker. "Nice name. 'm Allistor Iain Kirkland."
I smiled.
"Mary Eloise Overbee."
He smirked, patting my head, cigar stuck in his mouth again.
"Thank'ye, Miss Overbee."
I blushed, looking up at him. I blinked a bit, giving him a small smile.
"...thank me..? For what...?"
Allistor just smirked, cigar smoking. His eyes gave a small sparkle, and he laughed.
"Fer the cigar, lass!" he chuckled.
I pouted a bit, still blushing.
"No need to laugh..." I mumbled.
He continued laughing, much to my disdain, as I crossed my arms. I sighed and stood up after a while, walking into the kitchen.
"Where're ye goin', lass?"
I rolled my eyes and turned back to Allistor, camera in hand.
"Just getting this," I replied, directing the camera at him. "Relax."
He tilted his head and looked at the camera. One of his large, red eyebrows tilted upwards, and he gave me a quizzical expression.
"Ye video-d me gettin' out of the box?" he blinked, voice slightly suspicious.
I blushed, still aiming the camera at him.
"W-Well... Yeah. I want to keep this memory until I die...!"
I chuckled a bit, slowly walking back over to him. He smiled up at me, sitting straight, as his ego was most likely stroked. I reached a hand down to help him up, and he took it gratefully. I smiled widely as he walked around, finding an ashtray and putting the cigar out.
I was still beaming when he came back, absolutely enthralled in the way he walked. He had his own special gait, and I couldn't hear any gears or beeping! It was... Human! He smirked, one arm slinging over my shoulders.
"I saw ye didn' take well to me smoke, lassie," he laughed. "I can catch a hint."
My face dusted with pink, and I chuckled.
"Ah... I'm sorry... My, uh..." I started, but shook my head. Maybe Allistor could learn about me some other time. "Here, wanna see your room?"
Allistor smiled down at me, much more welcoming without the cigar. He nodded a bit, taking his arm off of me and letting me roll my shoulders. I walked down the hall, feeling his footsteps behind mine.
It was so amazing. When... When he put his arm around me, it didn't feel cold and metallic. Or rock-hard. It felt... Warm. And... And... Arm-ish?
I turned to his room, opening the door and standing beside it to let Allistor in.
He entered swiftly, looking around. I knew it wasn't much, but it'd have to do for him. I looked around myself, moving the camera around to catch his reactions, and to get the gist of the room.
The room had cream-colored walls, and a hard, wooden slat floor. There were blue curtains hanging over lacy, thin ones, an the windows had blinds, too. There was a bed in the top right corner of the room, and it had blue sheets, and pillows I specially sewed to have the Scottish flag on them. Beside the bed, there was a small table, and on it was a lamp, a few books (including a bible), and a telephone. The closet on the other side of the room held all his clothing, and there was also a dresser across from the bed. The dresser had three drawers, and was stained brown. A small television sat on top of it, and the remote was next to it. In the corner next to the dresser, there was a two-tier table with small statuettes and a single, pink-flowered plant. A few pictures, a mirror, and a clock hung on the walls, and just in the right places, too.
I blushed as Allistor walked over to the bed, picking up one of my special pillows and chuckling heftily. He lifted it up higher, showing me it, grinning widely.
"Well, where ye ge' this?" he laughed.
My face flushed darker, and I looked at my feet, now standing in the doorway. I stammered, trying to fish out a reply without making myself sound like an stuck-up snob.
"W-W-Well... I, uh... Made them..."
I smiled a bit, but only when Allistor did. His face was bright and amused, and he grinned at me when he sat the pillow down.
"'S really nice!" he chirped. "Thank'ye, Mary!"
I shrugged a bit, shyly walking over to the dresser and setting the camera down. I grinned widely, walking next to him as he sat on the bed, looking up. I sat next to him, crossing my legs and pulling them onto the bed.
"...Uhm... Is it okay if I could establish some rules...?" I muttered, biting my lip.
He looked down at me, blinking. Then, he shrugged, laying back one bed.
"Sure."
I smiled, watching him.
"Thanks," I grinned, crossing my arms.
"First of all, smoking is absolutely fine with me. Just keep it to where I can breathe a bit."
Allistor nodded, surely remembering my experience from before. I nodded back, sitting up straighter to make myself seem even higher. He just rolled his eyes.
"Second, I don't want you to come home every night smashed. So, wait until I turn of age. Then, we can go to bars, get drunk, all that stuff. My dad stores alcohol in our basement, though, and you a drink from there occasionally."
He smirked, not bothering to interrupt and lecture me on why I shouldn't drink. Ever. Allistor gave me a shrugging nod, and urged me to continue.
"Third," I said, voice more solemn. "You better not scare my parents or make them angry. They'll..."
I shrugged a bit, pretending to slice my finger across my neck to give him a hint. He nodded again. I smiled again, crossing my arms.
"Last rule... I will NOT stand for making fun of me. You do it where it is absolutely unbearable and altogether rude, and I will kill you."
Allistor blinked, then nodded slowly.
"... Alright," he stated calmly.
I nodded a bit, uncrossing my arms and curling my legs to my chest. I wrapped my arms around them lazily, and just looked down at him.
"..."
He watched back at me, blinking a few times before sitting up again.
"... Hey. Yer hair... 's same color as my hair," he said, combing his fingers through his hair.
I gave a small smile, playing with a piece of my hair.
"Yeah... But, it's dyed," I replied. "I just love red hair, so... Oh, and my friend does, too..."
He smiled, and I blushed, realizing that I just revealed my red-hair fetish.
"Then, what's yer original hair colo'?"
I sighed, reaching up and spreading my hair for him to look. I winced a bit, frowning.
"You can see it on my roots; it's a dark brown."
He raised an eyebrow, tracing one finger down my scalp.
"Ah... I see," he said, a low purr to his voice.
I blushed red, the warmth from his finger spreading to my scalp. I was still amazed at that- how did the creators make it that way?
We both stayed quiet for a moment before he leaned back, retracting his hand and smiling.
"What are ye, Mary?" he asked, leaning towards me.
I blinked, tilting my head and giving him a confused expression.
"What am I...?"
He rolled his eyes, scoffing a bit.
"Ethnic-wise, lassie. What are ye?"
I grinned, nodding a bit. I muttered a small apology, then laid my legs into a normal sitting position as I illustrated a small circle on the bed.
"Y'see... I'm one-fourth German," I said, showing him in my circle. "I'm also one-fourth Thai, and one-eighth native American."
I paused, blushing a bit as I looked up at him, seeing his eyes glued to mine in deep interest.
"...what's the rest?" he said plainly, blinking once.
I smiled wider, face red as I muttered.
"The rest is Scott-Irish..."
Allistor grinned, laughing a bit, and putting his hands in his laps lazily.
"I thought ye' last name was familiar!" he smirked, leaning a bit closer.
I leaned back a bit, biting my lip a bit.
"Oh... Thank you... I kept my name, even though..." I mumbled, smiling a bit.
Allistor blinked, tilting his head.
"Hmm...? Even though...'?"
I nodded, sitting normally, looking up at him.
"My parents adopted me when I was fourteen. My last name... I don't even know..." I looked away, cringing a bit when I heard how depressed my voice sounded.
Allistor blinked, patting my shoulder. He grinned, laughing a bit.
"Who cares? Ye go' a good life here, hmm?"
I looked up at him, blinking a bit before laughing. I nodded happily, grinning from ear to ear. It was hard to believe he was a robot. He seemed to actually have emotions. Allistor rubbed my shoulder a bit before leaning back, hand returning to his lap.
"Well... What now? 'm unpacked, 've seen me room..."
I nodded, slipping off of the bed and standing up. I dusted my clothes off playfully, chuckling a bit to myself.
"Well... I sorta need to go shopping..." I mumbled, looking away. "I didn't get you any undergarments, and there're a few things I need, as well..."
Allistor nodded a bit, leaning over to look up at me.
"Will ye need help? I'll come," he smiled, slipping of the bed, too.
I smiled back, blushing a bit.
"Sure...! I can drive, and... I, personally, don't trust you yet." I laughed, walking out of the room. "C'mon... Just let me get ready, and we'll go."
((A/N: :"DDD WHY DO I LOVE IT SO MUCH? I DON'T KNOW.
I DON'T.
KNOW.))