Gilbert: So yeah, I am finally back from my hiatus and decided to make a story that I'll actually finish! This story's basically going to be my headcannon for the alternates Virus-138 and Psy-420. The other alternates will be in here too though! :3
Warnings: angst, some dirty computer jokes(they will be really bad! ;w;), yaoi
"us...irus...Virus..."
"Mmm..." the young program whined, trying to block out the voice. He curled up even more on the ground, pressing his eyelids tightly together. His short and spiky black hair stuck more from being rubbed against the floor, a black vest and white dress shirt draped over him like two blankets, and his black skinny jeans and knee-high boots covering his lower half. A pair of red and black headphones, fingerless gloves, and an undone ribbon laid right next to him.
"Virus, wake up." he called. The other only whined more, curling even more so into a ball. He sighed before he knelt next to the smaller program, shaking his shoulder a bit. "Kid, wake up." More whining. "Brat, get your ass up!" the older program yelled before hitting the other upside the head.
"Ow!" he cried, holding his head. "What was that for geezer?" he yelled. His red eyes glaring up at the miffed neon green above him.
"What did you call me?" he growled at the smaller program. Virus smirked, it was too much fun to rile his partner up like this.
"You heard me geezer. Does your auditory software need repairing?" he teased. The green eyed program pinned him to the ground.
"You are such a brat." Virus smirked and stuck his tongue out.
"At least I wasn't made in 1997~!" Virus smirked as Psy deadpanned. This brat did not just go there.
"At least I have the maturity of someone from that time."
"..." He grinned at Virus' lack of a comeback. He knew that he won this round. Psy-1, Virus-0. "I hate you Psy..."
"Love you too," Psy laughed, before he was interrupted by a grumble.
"Psyyyyyy!" he whined. "I'm hungryyy!" Psy growled, sometimes he wondered why he put up with this brat. He was a deadly computer virus, not a babysitter for some brat.
"Then go get your own food! I'm not babying you!" This only caused the younger program to whine even more and pout.
"But Psyyy!" he flailed as the green eyed program got off of him to avoid getting hit. "Can't you feed me? I don't wanna get up! 'm tired!" Psy groaned and slapped Virus' stomach. "Nyah~! Oh baby, if you keep hitting me, you just might turn me on~!"
"Hmm... Would you like me to clean out your hard drive?" The red eyed program purred as he slowly slipped his shirt back on. The elder smirked as he crawled towards him, Virus' shirt was half open and only one of his arms was through the vest's armholes.
"Why clean it out when you can use your usb and replace my programming~? Hmmm~?" he purred. Virus smirked when Psy grabbed his chin.
"Think you'll be able to handle it Vi? I'm pretty sure the connecter is going to be too big~ Who know if it'll be able to fit this time~" Virus giggled before pushing the older male away.
"Don't flatter yourself Psy~!"
"I'm sorry, but who spreads their legs again? That's right, the brat does." He smirked, watching his companion dress himself. "But seriously, go get your own food." More whining. "I'm not your mother, nor am I your babysitter." Virus sighed as he stood up, adjusting the messed up bow before slipping his headphones on.
"I'm going, I'm going," he called before walking off. Virus blinked as he walked through the empty space, looking for an outing. Any outing.
Computer programs are in some way like humans. They have to have food and water, or in a program's case; bytes and electricity. Firewall and viruses were a tad different though. Firewalls live off of killing viruses and bites whereas viruses live off of corrupting files and destroying firewalls. Any program could not go more than ten days without something to "eat", Virus and Psy were no exception to that rule.
Virus continued to walk through the empty void, also known as cyberspace. The occasional byte passing him by as it searched for the right server. The male picked up a small random byte, examining the cluster on 1's and 0's in his hand. Nothing more than a small fry, he could have feasted upon it, but that would be too easy. The bytes would never be enough to satisfy his hunger, nor would they be enough of a challenge for him to corrupt. Virus-138 loved the thrill of hacking into a computer and milking all of the data dry, no firewall could hold him back. Nothing in any system he hacked into would be left untouched, everything would be left corrupted until all that would be left are the numbers "138".
He sighed, tossing the small fry over his shoulder as he continued to look for an outlet. He wondered. What kind of firewall would he run into this time? Would they try to fight back? Or would they run away, hoping that they could extend what was left of their lifespan? It wouldn't matter. He would corrupt them, then make a feast with all the files they were guarding. That is how it works, quick and easy.
Virus smirked as he found a small outlet to his left. He giggled, plugging the chord from his headphones into the small hole and getting to work. A small red visor covered his right eye and a transparent red keyboard appeared in front of him. His fingers glided over the keyboard, pressing key after key as random numbers and codes appeared in the visor. The coding was so easy that it was stupid, what kind of idiot makes a password as simple as this? He pouted, this wouldn't be as fun as he thought.
It didn't take longer before the background changed from the boring white to an obnoxious dark blue with millions of 1's and 0's littering the area. He was in. Virus smiled as he scooped some of them into his hand and drank. "Sweet, sweet electricity," he thought as he continued to drink the digital nectar.
"Oi!" a voice rang. He stopped drinking and turned around, dropping the numbers. "What are you doing here?" Virus smirked, showing his small fangs to the stranger. He looked them up and down, nobody worth describing. They wouldn't be living for much longer anyway.
"I'm sorry, are you the firewall here or something?" he smiled, reaching into his back pocket for his pistol.
"I am," they glared at him, their voice seething with hate. "You're the virus that's been going around. 138, am I correct?" Virus giggled, this one didn't seem all that tough.
"That's Virus-138 to you~! I won't bother asking you for your name," Virus pulled his pistol out. "You won't be living for much longer anyway."
Bang. Bang. Bang.
The firewall dodged each of the shots, Virus smirked. This would be fun. It took out two small disks and threw them in Virus' direction. He dodged, the disks continued to fly behind him. Virus continuing to fire at the other program, completely unaware of the two disks coming back. The firewall smirked as the disks collided with the back of Virus' head. He screamed, large amounts of electricity causing his programming to go haywire. It laughed as Virus fell to the floor.
"So much for the famous Virus-138. I thought you were stronger than this," it said, kicking the black haired male's side causing him to roll onto his back. "Pathetic," it spat before getting a closer look; something wasn't right. It stared at his face.
Red eyes opened wide, the firewall stumbled back. "I thought you were dead!" Virus smirked, taking his guns out. "That hit should have killed you!" He laughed as the program backed towards the electric stream, he rubbed his stomach.
"I'm reaaally hungry," he whined before getting in the firewall's face. It trembled before him much like it should have from the beginning. Virus giggled, sticking his tongue out and fingering his headphone's chord. This was it. Virus laughed as he shoved it inside the program's neck. It screamed, beginning to flail and attempt to pull it out. "Awww~!" he cooed before shooting it in the face. "But your screams are starting to get reaaaaally annoying~!" Virus laughed again, reaching into the software and pulling out its vocal data before devouring it.
"Ah~ You taste so bitter~!" he sighed before the program disappeared. Now it was time for the feast. He giggled before darting off. Psy was going to miss out on so much!
Gilbert: And this is my headcannon! :D
Virus: I feel like I'm a cannibal! D:
Gilbert: You're a computer virus, Vi. This is how it works! XD
Psy: I am barely in this chapter!
Gilbert: I'll make it more about you later! 'Kay? \(oAo\)
Psy: *dance dance dance*
Virus: Mind dropping a review so the geezer can get some time in the light?
Psy: Brat, I am not old!
Gilbert: owo;;;;