A/n: So some weird stuff happened last chapter I guess. This one will get
weirder as long as I can keep a straight train of thought. Okay, thanks for
reviews. I can't believe I am actually getting reviewed, it's so swell. I
think I may end this soon, not like real soon but soon. I don't want to
make an epic or anything.
Ergg, I hate how I cant get into Fanfiction.net this early in the morning sometimes it's like 6:25am, geez. And then if I try later it will be experiencing overload. Gah. Keh. Ugh. I cant help it I work overnite, ohwell. Sorry for babbling.
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Disclaimer: No I don't own Big O, but if I did half of the area I live in would be destroyed. Heh. Oh wait! I own Spook! He's my very own cute and creepy creation!
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Negotiations with Roger Smith
Part 4-A --- Bits
"Norman, something just doesn't feel right. . . " Dorothy said as she sat at the table peeling vegetables. The butler stole a glance at her from the corner of his good eye. Turning the water off he turned to the android while wiping his hands on his apron.
"What ever do you mean Mistress Dorothy?" He asked eyeing her suspiciously.
"I don't know. I just have a very strange. . . feeling." She said slowly, 'feeling in itself is strange.'
"Is everything alright with the baby, could that be it?" Norman continued to watch her curiously, which didn't go unnoticed by Dorothy, but she continued to peel.
"Everything seems to be fine with the child. I don't really think that's what it is. Then again I wouldn't really know seeing as how I have never been pregnant before. All of this is so strange." She was almost done peeling her last potato when her hand slipped and she quickly sliced into her finger. Dorothy looked at her hands in shock, completely dropping the potato and knife. Blood tricked down from her finger slowly, pooling up on the table below. She continued to stare, her eyes transfixed on the wound.
"Mistress Dorothy, are you alright? Dorothy? Dorothy?" Norman asked looming over her.
There was no response. He continued to call her name and shake her slightly, but her eyes never left her hands or the blood. It appeared that she was completely mesmerized by it, but actually she wasn't even paying any attention to her wound, or Norman for that matter.
In her mind, behind her dark eyes and pale skin she was learning exactly what was wrong with this place, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. Memories of her "old life" flooded her brain, and finally she realized that this was not how things were supposed to be.
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"You're a work of art, R. Dorothy."
" And what are you?"
"I exist to simply carry out missions."
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"You mean, you're the negotiator?"
"The whole cast assembled. Is you're oh so precious Dorothy, Roger's lover?"
"That's preposterous!"
"Why Roger? You're so cruel. Why is it preposterous?"
"Dorothy knock it off! Don't you understand the situation we're in?"
"I understand. A villain has kidnapped the man that I work for, the man that I love."
"R. DOROTHY WAYNEWRIGHT!"
"I was joking I was trying to lighten the mood."
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Dorothy's eyes shot open; the man staring down at her was not someone she knew. His eyes widened in shock, while she stayed as calm as ever.
"You're him aren't you?" She asked, her voice back to the usual monotone.
"H-How did you? What? I up'd the dosage, you should still. . . " He trailed off, frantically moving around the table, fidgeting here and there with wires and knobs.
"So you're the one doing this. You're Spook. Why? Why did you do this to us? Whom do you work for?" She asked watching him squirm under her blank gaze.
Suddenly he stopped squirming at Dorothy's side. His expression covered by a mass of dark hair, Spook's head slowly lifted revealing a very sinister grin plastered across his pale face. In that moment Dorothy felt fear, she tried to move but it was impossible. She could barely move her head to look around the room, she wasn't even sure how she managed to speak.
"I know what to do," He whispered interrupting her thoughts. Her dark eyes met his shocking cobalt glare, she tried to move away but there was nothing she could do. "You are a work of art Dorothy. I would like to keep you for myself. I have made you complete, finished the work that was begun by your father." His creepy smile widened as he leaned over her, their faces only inches apart as he spoke. "But I cannot keep you, I am under very strict orders. You must go back to the dream, or at least something like it now. But I have one last request. . ." His eyes softened slightly as he gazed down at her. Dorothy swallowed, as her eyes grew larger, waiting for him to speak.
'Wait a second, I could never swallow before. I was never scared before either, what did he mean?'
Spook reached for something just out of Dorothy's line of sight, but his eyes never left hers.
"A kiss," he said quietly as he leaned down.
'No. No. No.' Dorothy's mind screamed, but for some reason no words would escape her trembling mouth. She clamped her eyelids shut and waited for impact. As Spook brought his pale lips gently to hers he pressed the syringe forcefully into her temple. Dorothy's eyes shot open, her body began to convulse like all those times before. As Spook broke their strange kiss he gazed down at her sadly. She was a work of art, but that would be wasted. All his work had been in vein. It would be wasted on that idiot negotiator Roger Smith, and in the end they would probably just kill the two of them anyway. Spook looked away, 'I'm jealous of him aren't I?'.
Dorothy's eyes fluttered shut, the last thing she saw was the mournful look on Spook's face as he pulled away from her. Then everything once again went black.
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The android's head shot up from the kitchen table. Norman stepped back from her slowly. Dorothy's head turned and she glared up at the older man. "You're not the real Norman are you?" She asked.
"Mistress Dorothy, I don't know what you're talking about."
A strange smile pulled on her pale lips as she gazed up at him. "You're not even real, you don't even know you're not real do you?"
He raised an eyebrow. "I don't understand Dorothy, w-what are you. . . ?"
Dorothy rose from the small table, grabbing the discarded pairing knife as she stood. The android took a shaky step towards the butler.
"Dorothy, what do you plan to do? Dorothy!"
She lifted the knife in the air, as she prepared to bring it down into Norman's chest a searing pain shot through her small body. Doubling over she clutched her stomach and dropped the knife. Norman kicked it away and bent down to help her.
"Dorothy, what is the matter? Answer me Dorothy!"
"N-Norman, ahh, t-the ba-by . . ." She clutched her stomach, sweat poured down her pain-stricken face, as she struggled to compose herself enough to speak again.
" Find . . . Roger . . . "
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Ergg, I hate how I cant get into Fanfiction.net this early in the morning sometimes it's like 6:25am, geez. And then if I try later it will be experiencing overload. Gah. Keh. Ugh. I cant help it I work overnite, ohwell. Sorry for babbling.
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Disclaimer: No I don't own Big O, but if I did half of the area I live in would be destroyed. Heh. Oh wait! I own Spook! He's my very own cute and creepy creation!
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Negotiations with Roger Smith
Part 4-A --- Bits
"Norman, something just doesn't feel right. . . " Dorothy said as she sat at the table peeling vegetables. The butler stole a glance at her from the corner of his good eye. Turning the water off he turned to the android while wiping his hands on his apron.
"What ever do you mean Mistress Dorothy?" He asked eyeing her suspiciously.
"I don't know. I just have a very strange. . . feeling." She said slowly, 'feeling in itself is strange.'
"Is everything alright with the baby, could that be it?" Norman continued to watch her curiously, which didn't go unnoticed by Dorothy, but she continued to peel.
"Everything seems to be fine with the child. I don't really think that's what it is. Then again I wouldn't really know seeing as how I have never been pregnant before. All of this is so strange." She was almost done peeling her last potato when her hand slipped and she quickly sliced into her finger. Dorothy looked at her hands in shock, completely dropping the potato and knife. Blood tricked down from her finger slowly, pooling up on the table below. She continued to stare, her eyes transfixed on the wound.
"Mistress Dorothy, are you alright? Dorothy? Dorothy?" Norman asked looming over her.
There was no response. He continued to call her name and shake her slightly, but her eyes never left her hands or the blood. It appeared that she was completely mesmerized by it, but actually she wasn't even paying any attention to her wound, or Norman for that matter.
In her mind, behind her dark eyes and pale skin she was learning exactly what was wrong with this place, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. Memories of her "old life" flooded her brain, and finally she realized that this was not how things were supposed to be.
*
"You're a work of art, R. Dorothy."
" And what are you?"
"I exist to simply carry out missions."
*
"You mean, you're the negotiator?"
"The whole cast assembled. Is you're oh so precious Dorothy, Roger's lover?"
"That's preposterous!"
"Why Roger? You're so cruel. Why is it preposterous?"
"Dorothy knock it off! Don't you understand the situation we're in?"
"I understand. A villain has kidnapped the man that I work for, the man that I love."
"R. DOROTHY WAYNEWRIGHT!"
"I was joking I was trying to lighten the mood."
*
Dorothy's eyes shot open; the man staring down at her was not someone she knew. His eyes widened in shock, while she stayed as calm as ever.
"You're him aren't you?" She asked, her voice back to the usual monotone.
"H-How did you? What? I up'd the dosage, you should still. . . " He trailed off, frantically moving around the table, fidgeting here and there with wires and knobs.
"So you're the one doing this. You're Spook. Why? Why did you do this to us? Whom do you work for?" She asked watching him squirm under her blank gaze.
Suddenly he stopped squirming at Dorothy's side. His expression covered by a mass of dark hair, Spook's head slowly lifted revealing a very sinister grin plastered across his pale face. In that moment Dorothy felt fear, she tried to move but it was impossible. She could barely move her head to look around the room, she wasn't even sure how she managed to speak.
"I know what to do," He whispered interrupting her thoughts. Her dark eyes met his shocking cobalt glare, she tried to move away but there was nothing she could do. "You are a work of art Dorothy. I would like to keep you for myself. I have made you complete, finished the work that was begun by your father." His creepy smile widened as he leaned over her, their faces only inches apart as he spoke. "But I cannot keep you, I am under very strict orders. You must go back to the dream, or at least something like it now. But I have one last request. . ." His eyes softened slightly as he gazed down at her. Dorothy swallowed, as her eyes grew larger, waiting for him to speak.
'Wait a second, I could never swallow before. I was never scared before either, what did he mean?'
Spook reached for something just out of Dorothy's line of sight, but his eyes never left hers.
"A kiss," he said quietly as he leaned down.
'No. No. No.' Dorothy's mind screamed, but for some reason no words would escape her trembling mouth. She clamped her eyelids shut and waited for impact. As Spook brought his pale lips gently to hers he pressed the syringe forcefully into her temple. Dorothy's eyes shot open, her body began to convulse like all those times before. As Spook broke their strange kiss he gazed down at her sadly. She was a work of art, but that would be wasted. All his work had been in vein. It would be wasted on that idiot negotiator Roger Smith, and in the end they would probably just kill the two of them anyway. Spook looked away, 'I'm jealous of him aren't I?'.
Dorothy's eyes fluttered shut, the last thing she saw was the mournful look on Spook's face as he pulled away from her. Then everything once again went black.
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The android's head shot up from the kitchen table. Norman stepped back from her slowly. Dorothy's head turned and she glared up at the older man. "You're not the real Norman are you?" She asked.
"Mistress Dorothy, I don't know what you're talking about."
A strange smile pulled on her pale lips as she gazed up at him. "You're not even real, you don't even know you're not real do you?"
He raised an eyebrow. "I don't understand Dorothy, w-what are you. . . ?"
Dorothy rose from the small table, grabbing the discarded pairing knife as she stood. The android took a shaky step towards the butler.
"Dorothy, what do you plan to do? Dorothy!"
She lifted the knife in the air, as she prepared to bring it down into Norman's chest a searing pain shot through her small body. Doubling over she clutched her stomach and dropped the knife. Norman kicked it away and bent down to help her.
"Dorothy, what is the matter? Answer me Dorothy!"
"N-Norman, ahh, t-the ba-by . . ." She clutched her stomach, sweat poured down her pain-stricken face, as she struggled to compose herself enough to speak again.
" Find . . . Roger . . . "
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