5:49pm
Jackaboy's POV
"Fookin' Hell..." I hissed, holding my throbbing head. If it wasn't my growling stomach, it was my head being a little prick. Didn't my body know I was trying to sleep? I don't care about food, and checking my accounts. I just want to fade away in this horrid mess of a bed. However, with Mark around, he seems to keep my body feed at least with his threats. I mean what kind of robot is willing to kill itself with broccoli for a depressed human? Just seems too good to be true honestly. I wiggle my way out from underneath the pile of torn blankets. My legs begin to buckle under me, causing me to hold myself up against the makeshift dresser Mark made with the pieces of the old dresser. I groaned silently, as I continued to stumble my way into the hall. In a blur of anger, I had taken the picture of me and Wiishu from PAX and stomped on it repeatedly.
"JEEEZZZUSSS!" I cried out in pain, somehow ending up holding my foot and sitting down against the wall.
"Jackaboy, please don't scare me like that. You nearly fired my mainframe with worry." Like my guardian angel, Mark came out nowhere and was by my side. It was touching to say the least...But I couldn't fight the feeling that this was simply some coding in this guy's head. Why else would the robot care about him? In the end, Mark was just a machine. He couldn't love. He couldn't feel pain. He couldn't ever understand what the food I was going through!
"As if you could understand what I feel, you're a fookin' machine." I snapped at Mark, smacking his hand away that reach towards my foot. All this empathy and compassion was just some arse from Google to keep me from being in the news with their product. I was just a beta tester or whatever, and I would put the company in jeopardy if I died with Mark in the house.
"Yes, I am a machine. However, I am the creation of reproduction through bots and microchips for humanity's amusement." His voice sounded like a strange raspy growl, causing my eyes to look towards the robotic being before me. My breath caught within my throat, as those mocha drops turned into a twisted crimson. I nearly jumped out of my own skin, when his hands smacked beside each side of my head with a boom that shook some of the paint off the wall.
"M-Mark?" A small frightened squeak managed to slip past my quivering lips.
"Tell me, Jackaboy?" Mark leaned his face closer to mine. Shivers snaked up my spine like lightning, as Mark brushed his cold hand against my cheek. "Am I a toy to you? Just like those other humans. Am I simply only to be used by you like a simplified version of a calculator?"
"W...What are you doing about, Mar-"
"Don't act so fuckin innocent! You know exactly what I am saying." Mark's pulsing crimson orbs felts as if they were burnin' holes into my very soul. I would be lyin' if I said I didn't actually kind of like the way they seemed to stare at me with such intensity. I should give it to Google for making such an amazing model. I suppose Mark didn't like how I was taking so like to answer him, or maybe his hardware was glitching out somewhere. All I know was I nearly kicked ta bastard in his false dick, when those cold lips pressed against my own. Chills and shivers shot through my already fragile body as this perverted bot easily overpowered me. His freezing hands oddly leaving a burning sensation into my bare flesh that caused me to moan in this odd fusion of pain and pleasure.
"M-Mark..." I gasped, as his hands tugged downwards at my pajamas pants.
Bam
Bam
6:36pm
Mark's POV
Humans are strange creatures. One moment you could be about to murder the one you love with a swift slashing of the neck. In the next moment...I am sure I am not human. I simply a manifestation of rust, bots, and oily fluids, which was solely created to complete my second objective. Yet, as I pin this angelic body underneath my grasp, my analogical coding begins to skip unnaturally. I begin to feel my circuits heat up to abnormal levels. The red and black boxes of 'ERROR' flashing rapidly across my screen. Normally, I would quickly compile with these messages. While my hands begun its conquer against the human I desired so much, I rejected those messages in a millisecond.
My dearest Irish cream didn't seem to be as upset as he was beforehand. His forest green locks matted down to his forehead with sweat. His mouth only let out soft noises, which only made me nearly blow a gasket from excitement. Those once dull sapphire eyes were now shining brightly with a new and more primitive spark. As my eyes studied every inch of my Jackaboy, I felt this strange tightness within my more private areas. Just as my hands grasped that round, plum butt of Jack's, the dam door begins to be knocked upon with the most annoying of bamming.
"GO THE FUCK AWAY! I am in the middle of making love with Sean!" I snarled loudly at the door out of frustration. Who did they think they were ruining what could be my only chance with the Irish man?
"Mark!" Jack said in a rather scolding tone, making me look back at my dearest. His cheeks and the tip of his ears were a deep shade of red. Suddenly, Jack shoved me off him and dashed back into his room. I couldn't help, but smacking myself upside the head.
"That was so stupid, Mark! You had him and then you had to say that. Smooth move, dude. Smooth fuckin move..." I sighed to myself, getting up and walking over to the door. "This is the Sean Mc-Hey! What do you think you are doing?"
The dirty blonde man just walked past me without even stating his business with my Irish sweetheart. He seemed to not hear me, or rather was ignoring me as he started to inspect the living room. The man was clearly searching for something, unfortunately for him, I was not in a helping mood. I seized his arm, finally earning his attention.
"Let go of me! Do you know who I am?" His eyes filled with a sense of arrogance, as he seemed to only look at me as if I was beneath his 'majesty'.
"I have never seen a more degrading excuse for a human being in my life. Now state your business, before I deem you 'expendable'." I replied, earning a rather dramatic gasp. I was probably two sparks away from slicing the man up and dumping his parts in the nearest butcher shop. As if to have heard my plans, the blond man quickly cleared his throat.
"M-My name is Pewdiepie, or rather Felix. I'm the most popular youtuber right now, and I came here to check on Jack and Wiishu...Where is Wiishu? When I saw the video that Jack made I thought maybe it was him being an over dramatic." The blond-I mean Felix inquired. If I had a nickel for the times that I wanted to just slice a human up and forgot my troubles, I would a very wealthy android by now...
