o.O woah-woah-WOAH! 5 reviews in 2 days?! I wasn't expectin' this to happen so quickly
Gives Metabee shaped candy to everyone
Gives extra to the following reviewers
Cybertron88- Oh I'll make sure EVERYONE gets tortured heheh..
Ceestar- I think I'm going to enjoy driving you all insane It's part of the point of the story.
Warior- heh heh heh..
Nekoian- Bingo. You got the plot and thanks for that compliment.
Mad-man- Interesting little comment you have there…I do hope this coupling does become your favourite. Although I have my doubts.
forgot my name....()- Mwaha. The Valentine is weirder then those two!
Samantha, my name, my fave- ahh. Interesting point. I'll bear that in mind.
On with the fic!
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Samantha's Valentine
Chapter 4- "Oh what a tangled web we weave" ---
SLAP!
…It was dislodged from its pervious night's resting place high up between the branches of the tall sycamore trees in a neighbouring garden.
It flew right down by a strong gust of wind and right into her face.
"Argh!" she cried dropping the trash can in her hands. Slightly alarmed she began hitting it away with one hand "What the heck is this?"
"Miss-!" her medabot began but stopped and sweat dropped as her mistress tried to claw it away in extreme annoyance.
She wasn't just any girl though. Any other "normal" girl wouldn't have overreacted in such a way. This girl –just happened- to be ERIKA (and of all people too).
"I'm okay Brass but whatever this is, is not!" She was just about to stuff the offending object into the tipped-over trash can until she saw what it was.
"Hey…" she blinked at it, "didn't I take this picture?"
Brass peeped at the picture by her side and tilted her head. In her memory she recognised the photo. "Yes you did. I remember. It was from an old scoop on the screws last summer. I wonder what it's doing out here?"
"Well it's trash! I don't want a picture of Samantha. It ought to be recycled!"
"But Miss Erika, wait! I think there's something on the back."
"Oh?" She turned it over and there in blue ink was the message.
They read it. When the meaning of it sunk in their eyes comically widened. So they read it again, again and again until…
That handwriting, it looked like it belonged to...
The way the writer wrote about her…
They were obviously…
…weird/in love with Samantha.
"What the…?" Brass began.
"…heck?"
"Miss Erika, do you know what this means?"
"Yes Brass!" She said, obviously not on the same wavelength as her medabot. She straightened up, holding the photo up like a trophy with a sparkle in her eyes, "This is our latest scoop!"
She made a fist and grabbed Brass by the collar, "Finally, this may be the final blow to the Screw's reputation. We could end up splitting them up for good with this scandal. Just think! No more annoyances, no more fight picking, no Screws! This is great!"
Before she could continue, they were interrupted.
"Erika."
Mrs Amazake was standing on the back door step staring at her daughter who was holding her scared looking medabot in an aggressive manner. Both surrounded by spilt garbage.
"What are you doing?"
Both of them just stupidly blinked at her. "Erm..we were just…"
Her mother sighed. "I'll clear up this mess, you two get ready. You're going to be late for school."
---
"Oh Samantha." She crooned.
"ergh…" Samantha rolled over, still feeling groggy from her late night of being tortured by her mother.
"Wakey, wakey."
"…no."
The covers were pulled straight off. She jumped up feeling angry at the suddenness of that trick. Before she could protest though, she saw something very scary.
They were a shiny, metal, strange looking, sharp device. Being held in her mother's hand made them seem twice as menacing.
To Samantha, who didn't know what they were (despite being a girl), they were some deadly looking weapon/device.
To everyone else, they were just eyelash curlers.
"Argh!" She was completely shocked out of her slumber. "Wha? What are they?!" she spat, backing up against the walls and jabbing a shaking finger at them.
Her mother ignored her ignorance and advanced forwards, with nanny following closely behide her with a make-up bag. "This won't hurt one little bit dear." She couldn't help but grin.
---
"Another day of school." Moan "You know what Krosserdog? It gets a little boring sometimes just going to school every weekday. It's the same all the time. I just wish something different could happen this time."
"Yeah, me too."
"It must be great bein' a medabot. No school, no homework. And no boring daily routines and you can kick the ass of anyone gettin' in your way."
The two walked side by side in the quiet neighbour hood as they always had done.
Then very slowly the ground began to rumble. Krosserdog was the first to notice it.
"Err…do you feel something?"
"Erm…?" Sypke stared blankly around him. Then he noticed little pebbles near his feet shaking slightly from the movement of the earth. "Hmm.." he frowned with confusion "an earthquake?".
But it didn't sound like one, it was more like a herd of charging animals coming from a distance. The sound grew louder and louder until it got close enough for Krosserdog to be able to pin point its location.
"There!" he pointed straight ahead where a cloud of dust was beginning to form.
"Ga." Spyke gagged before looking at his pal. "What is it?"
"I don't know. But look!" There was another growing dust cloud coming from the other side of their path and another at a side path, all heading towards them.
There was no escape.
Soon they could see through the clouds of dust a rampaging gang of…school kids? One of them was the leading, running slightly ahead and heading straight for them.
She was easy to distinguish as her clothes were manly pink.
"SPYKE!" Erika pointed, almost crying out as if in battle. Closely behide her was a mob of sneering or grinning school students.
"WAH?" He half squealed suddenly feeling frightened at the large numbers of people heading towards him. They were all just grinning or staring evilly straight at him. Being the…err…"simple" creature he was, he was scared less.
Everyone halted and gathered closely around hum. Erika stepped forward looking triumphant.
"Spyke, heheheh…" she repeated darkly, grinning more evilly at her victim's reaction. She held the photo up to his face.
"wah? Wha? WAH…?" He looked around confused and afraid, boss wasn't him and he didn't know what to do. "What do you want with me?!"
"You better tell us everything!" Erika said, pressing the picture to his nose. "…or else!"
Behide her, the student's made threatening postures- making fists, punching their palms and ordering their medabots to aim at Spyke.
Erika watched him whimper.
This was going to be fun.
---
A few minutes later…back at a place where someone else was being tortured...
"Samantha. Really." Her mother said sternly. "Don't be so silly now."
"Take it off! Take it off please!" She tried to wipe the makeup off her face with her sleeve, smudging eye shadow everywhere.
"Don't you want to look your best around-"
"NO! I don't care about this stupid Valentine. I don't even like-"
"Honestly! Don't be so childish. This person is a perfect suitor."
"I don't want a suitor!" Samantha almost screamed as she ran out the house.
Big mistake.
"THERE SHE IS!"
"GET HER!"
"DON'T LET HER ESCAPE."
"…boss."
Things had just got worse.
"Oh look, she's wearing make-up! Heheh…"
"This the end for you Screws! We're gonna drill you in."
"For good this time too!" Ready to "devour" her was a grinning, vengeful mob of Riverview High school students…many who had been bullied by the Screws at least at one point in their lives. Various students gathered round, especially from the student council, the ankle-biters and at the head of it all, leading them- Erika.
Brass was at her side taping the whole thing. Spyke and Krosserdog were being held (gagged and bound) by some angry people at the back.
This did not look good.
And worse of all, the day had just begun. School hadn't even started.
---
(Later that night a the balcony of a certain someone's house)
The medabot quietly inched their way towards the ground level balcony towards the figure. In a robotic hand, they were holding a draft Riverview school paper- one that was nearly finished and ready to be released at school tomorrow.
"You're late."
"Oh!" The medabot panicked a little, turning round to the source of the voice. "I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!"
"It's okay…" said the voice in that cool, calm, gentle way it ways spoke in.
"Err..?" The bots stopped worrying and tilted it's head in slight confusion. "For a minute I thought you were going to be mad at me."
"Don't be silly. I can't get mad at you, you're too sweet."
At that, the other melted (as in "swoon" melted not "dissolve away" melted) as they handed the paper over. "I have this to give you! "
"Let's see."
That title. This was worrying.
"No…this can't be." The whole front page bore the scandal of Samantha and her "Valentine".
"What's wrong?" The other asked in concern then, after a long pause, watched the companion's face growing steely.
The paper was turned over (so the story couldn't be seen) on the balcony ledge as if it offended the medabot. This was something the keeper would have to see for themselves tomorrow.
"You may leave now." More like an order, then the usual appraisal.
"Y-yes" The other obeyed without question- it was fascinating how easy it was for the medabot to control the other, as obediently they obeyed with no question. Was it out of love?
Silently, the medabot slipped away into the shadows of the garden and back home.
After a while of solitude, optical orbs began to gleam with a slight glint of red.
(Medabot's POV)
No…
No, I'm not jealous of Samantha…of how my owner constantly obsesses over her, constantly spends every hour of the day and night just dreaming about her.
To the point were I seem to fade into the background or can't ever seem to win their attention.
To the point where I'm now usually left in the cupboard sleeping, as I only get activated every time a random character finds me and flips the "on" switch.
No. Not even though now I feel like some old toy- locked away and being forgotten about.
No. It hasn't changed me –that- much.
I'm not jealous...Medabots don't get jealous.
I look at the newspaper then gaze up into the night sky just…thinking.
What if…? I wonder.
Too late now though, I turn the article over to the scandalous story- the kind you would find in a tabloid. My owner would find out anyway, it was only a matter of time before word of this would reach us. Might as well hand this in, maybe I'll get noticed for once this week…
I laugh quietly in a tone that doesn't seem to belong to me. It's sharp and sounds so callous as if I wanted this to occur.
Of all the things that could happen…heheh…
I look over the story again.
Oh what a tangled web we weave.
---
End of Chapter 4!
Hehe…was that amusing/confusing enough for you?
Was that even amusing at all?
Please Read and Review.
Samantha: Throws a jar of moisturiser at Evil Coupler and chases after her.
Evil Coupler: Runs faster then hell
Samantha: Come back here! I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to MOISTURISE YOU war cry
PLEASE RR! BEFORE I DIE/GET MOISTURISED.
I need 5 more to carry on.
Gives Metabee shaped candy to everyone
Gives extra to the following reviewers
Cybertron88- Oh I'll make sure EVERYONE gets tortured heheh..
Ceestar- I think I'm going to enjoy driving you all insane It's part of the point of the story.
Warior- heh heh heh..
Nekoian- Bingo. You got the plot and thanks for that compliment.
Mad-man- Interesting little comment you have there…I do hope this coupling does become your favourite. Although I have my doubts.
forgot my name....()- Mwaha. The Valentine is weirder then those two!
Samantha, my name, my fave- ahh. Interesting point. I'll bear that in mind.
On with the fic!
---
Samantha's Valentine
Chapter 4- "Oh what a tangled web we weave" ---
SLAP!
…It was dislodged from its pervious night's resting place high up between the branches of the tall sycamore trees in a neighbouring garden.
It flew right down by a strong gust of wind and right into her face.
"Argh!" she cried dropping the trash can in her hands. Slightly alarmed she began hitting it away with one hand "What the heck is this?"
"Miss-!" her medabot began but stopped and sweat dropped as her mistress tried to claw it away in extreme annoyance.
She wasn't just any girl though. Any other "normal" girl wouldn't have overreacted in such a way. This girl –just happened- to be ERIKA (and of all people too).
"I'm okay Brass but whatever this is, is not!" She was just about to stuff the offending object into the tipped-over trash can until she saw what it was.
"Hey…" she blinked at it, "didn't I take this picture?"
Brass peeped at the picture by her side and tilted her head. In her memory she recognised the photo. "Yes you did. I remember. It was from an old scoop on the screws last summer. I wonder what it's doing out here?"
"Well it's trash! I don't want a picture of Samantha. It ought to be recycled!"
"But Miss Erika, wait! I think there's something on the back."
"Oh?" She turned it over and there in blue ink was the message.
They read it. When the meaning of it sunk in their eyes comically widened. So they read it again, again and again until…
That handwriting, it looked like it belonged to...
The way the writer wrote about her…
They were obviously…
…weird/in love with Samantha.
"What the…?" Brass began.
"…heck?"
"Miss Erika, do you know what this means?"
"Yes Brass!" She said, obviously not on the same wavelength as her medabot. She straightened up, holding the photo up like a trophy with a sparkle in her eyes, "This is our latest scoop!"
She made a fist and grabbed Brass by the collar, "Finally, this may be the final blow to the Screw's reputation. We could end up splitting them up for good with this scandal. Just think! No more annoyances, no more fight picking, no Screws! This is great!"
Before she could continue, they were interrupted.
"Erika."
Mrs Amazake was standing on the back door step staring at her daughter who was holding her scared looking medabot in an aggressive manner. Both surrounded by spilt garbage.
"What are you doing?"
Both of them just stupidly blinked at her. "Erm..we were just…"
Her mother sighed. "I'll clear up this mess, you two get ready. You're going to be late for school."
---
"Oh Samantha." She crooned.
"ergh…" Samantha rolled over, still feeling groggy from her late night of being tortured by her mother.
"Wakey, wakey."
"…no."
The covers were pulled straight off. She jumped up feeling angry at the suddenness of that trick. Before she could protest though, she saw something very scary.
They were a shiny, metal, strange looking, sharp device. Being held in her mother's hand made them seem twice as menacing.
To Samantha, who didn't know what they were (despite being a girl), they were some deadly looking weapon/device.
To everyone else, they were just eyelash curlers.
"Argh!" She was completely shocked out of her slumber. "Wha? What are they?!" she spat, backing up against the walls and jabbing a shaking finger at them.
Her mother ignored her ignorance and advanced forwards, with nanny following closely behide her with a make-up bag. "This won't hurt one little bit dear." She couldn't help but grin.
---
"Another day of school." Moan "You know what Krosserdog? It gets a little boring sometimes just going to school every weekday. It's the same all the time. I just wish something different could happen this time."
"Yeah, me too."
"It must be great bein' a medabot. No school, no homework. And no boring daily routines and you can kick the ass of anyone gettin' in your way."
The two walked side by side in the quiet neighbour hood as they always had done.
Then very slowly the ground began to rumble. Krosserdog was the first to notice it.
"Err…do you feel something?"
"Erm…?" Sypke stared blankly around him. Then he noticed little pebbles near his feet shaking slightly from the movement of the earth. "Hmm.." he frowned with confusion "an earthquake?".
But it didn't sound like one, it was more like a herd of charging animals coming from a distance. The sound grew louder and louder until it got close enough for Krosserdog to be able to pin point its location.
"There!" he pointed straight ahead where a cloud of dust was beginning to form.
"Ga." Spyke gagged before looking at his pal. "What is it?"
"I don't know. But look!" There was another growing dust cloud coming from the other side of their path and another at a side path, all heading towards them.
There was no escape.
Soon they could see through the clouds of dust a rampaging gang of…school kids? One of them was the leading, running slightly ahead and heading straight for them.
She was easy to distinguish as her clothes were manly pink.
"SPYKE!" Erika pointed, almost crying out as if in battle. Closely behide her was a mob of sneering or grinning school students.
"WAH?" He half squealed suddenly feeling frightened at the large numbers of people heading towards him. They were all just grinning or staring evilly straight at him. Being the…err…"simple" creature he was, he was scared less.
Everyone halted and gathered closely around hum. Erika stepped forward looking triumphant.
"Spyke, heheheh…" she repeated darkly, grinning more evilly at her victim's reaction. She held the photo up to his face.
"wah? Wha? WAH…?" He looked around confused and afraid, boss wasn't him and he didn't know what to do. "What do you want with me?!"
"You better tell us everything!" Erika said, pressing the picture to his nose. "…or else!"
Behide her, the student's made threatening postures- making fists, punching their palms and ordering their medabots to aim at Spyke.
Erika watched him whimper.
This was going to be fun.
---
A few minutes later…back at a place where someone else was being tortured...
"Samantha. Really." Her mother said sternly. "Don't be so silly now."
"Take it off! Take it off please!" She tried to wipe the makeup off her face with her sleeve, smudging eye shadow everywhere.
"Don't you want to look your best around-"
"NO! I don't care about this stupid Valentine. I don't even like-"
"Honestly! Don't be so childish. This person is a perfect suitor."
"I don't want a suitor!" Samantha almost screamed as she ran out the house.
Big mistake.
"THERE SHE IS!"
"GET HER!"
"DON'T LET HER ESCAPE."
"…boss."
Things had just got worse.
"Oh look, she's wearing make-up! Heheh…"
"This the end for you Screws! We're gonna drill you in."
"For good this time too!" Ready to "devour" her was a grinning, vengeful mob of Riverview High school students…many who had been bullied by the Screws at least at one point in their lives. Various students gathered round, especially from the student council, the ankle-biters and at the head of it all, leading them- Erika.
Brass was at her side taping the whole thing. Spyke and Krosserdog were being held (gagged and bound) by some angry people at the back.
This did not look good.
And worse of all, the day had just begun. School hadn't even started.
---
(Later that night a the balcony of a certain someone's house)
The medabot quietly inched their way towards the ground level balcony towards the figure. In a robotic hand, they were holding a draft Riverview school paper- one that was nearly finished and ready to be released at school tomorrow.
"You're late."
"Oh!" The medabot panicked a little, turning round to the source of the voice. "I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!"
"It's okay…" said the voice in that cool, calm, gentle way it ways spoke in.
"Err..?" The bots stopped worrying and tilted it's head in slight confusion. "For a minute I thought you were going to be mad at me."
"Don't be silly. I can't get mad at you, you're too sweet."
At that, the other melted (as in "swoon" melted not "dissolve away" melted) as they handed the paper over. "I have this to give you! "
"Let's see."
That title. This was worrying.
"No…this can't be." The whole front page bore the scandal of Samantha and her "Valentine".
"What's wrong?" The other asked in concern then, after a long pause, watched the companion's face growing steely.
The paper was turned over (so the story couldn't be seen) on the balcony ledge as if it offended the medabot. This was something the keeper would have to see for themselves tomorrow.
"You may leave now." More like an order, then the usual appraisal.
"Y-yes" The other obeyed without question- it was fascinating how easy it was for the medabot to control the other, as obediently they obeyed with no question. Was it out of love?
Silently, the medabot slipped away into the shadows of the garden and back home.
After a while of solitude, optical orbs began to gleam with a slight glint of red.
(Medabot's POV)
No…
No, I'm not jealous of Samantha…of how my owner constantly obsesses over her, constantly spends every hour of the day and night just dreaming about her.
To the point were I seem to fade into the background or can't ever seem to win their attention.
To the point where I'm now usually left in the cupboard sleeping, as I only get activated every time a random character finds me and flips the "on" switch.
No. Not even though now I feel like some old toy- locked away and being forgotten about.
No. It hasn't changed me –that- much.
I'm not jealous...Medabots don't get jealous.
I look at the newspaper then gaze up into the night sky just…thinking.
What if…? I wonder.
Too late now though, I turn the article over to the scandalous story- the kind you would find in a tabloid. My owner would find out anyway, it was only a matter of time before word of this would reach us. Might as well hand this in, maybe I'll get noticed for once this week…
I laugh quietly in a tone that doesn't seem to belong to me. It's sharp and sounds so callous as if I wanted this to occur.
Of all the things that could happen…heheh…
I look over the story again.
Oh what a tangled web we weave.
---
End of Chapter 4!
Hehe…was that amusing/confusing enough for you?
Was that even amusing at all?
Please Read and Review.
Samantha: Throws a jar of moisturiser at Evil Coupler and chases after her.
Evil Coupler: Runs faster then hell
Samantha: Come back here! I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to MOISTURISE YOU war cry
PLEASE RR! BEFORE I DIE/GET MOISTURISED.
I need 5 more to carry on.
