Alright, alright. I'm just glad you guys actually like this thing so far :) Here's another chapter in my Yandere!Gibson/Sparx/Nova fanfiction.

I'm just going to warn you guys, the imagery in this will make you cringe. I know because I wrote it XD

Don't worry, some Sparky/Gibson fluff will be added in later~!

I lay buried beneath the humid covering of my blankets; I couldn't find myself to get a decent amount of rest the previous night. It's odd, when I think about it, I'd typically have no trouble when dozing off..

Why is it so that I have been failing to sleep peacefully during these prolonged nights?

The answer should be obvious, I know that very well.

That horrendous nightmare. That sickening nightmare that chokes my thoughts only when the sun falls and the moon rises.

I feel a shudder cascade down my spinal cord, and a hushed sigh of repressed trepidation escapes my lips.

That nightmare has not ceased to get under my skin as of yet; Alas, I have a sickening feeling that resides within the depths of my stomach, I predict that nothing pleasant will transpire if I continue to experience this nightmare.

I cannot pinpoint the exact day I began to experience the nightmare; I am only sure of one minor detail when concerning the occurrence. I know well that I was experiencing my first phase when it came to existence.

The unusual the thing about my nightmare? Though it changes in certain circumstances, for example.. I'll wake up in a different area than I previously had, but it never ceases to change it's ending; it's always the same, unchanging, and nauseating ending..

There's always so many corpses at the end of it; they are always the ones I care for. The remaining moments in my nightmare will then act in phases..

First, I see the mutilated corpse of Otto; his viridescent form seeming to darken with every second that passes. It's could be obvious for even the most oblivious eyes that he was simply brought down for attempting to aid the others.

..What Otto was attempting, all in vain, to stop?

I do not know the answer to that question, for I am never shown the monster responsible for the destruction.

The scene will skip then, and I will be staring at the corpse of Mandarin; though, to be honest, I never really can discover if it's truly Mandarin.. the corpse is always extremely battered into nothing more than a bloody pulp. I can only guess due to the fact that I can often be able to decipher traces of orange fur within the mess of guts and blood vessels.

The scene will continue to skip, and I then will be faced with the corpse of Nova; It's quite possible that her corpse was, quite fathomably, the absolute worst when it came to appearance. Her body never ceases to be dismantled in unspeakable ways, her once prepossessing face completely..and quite detestably.. ripped from her body.. I always get the feeling that she was brought down by a being with extreme hatred and spite for her.

The scene skips once more, and I will be standing over the corpse of Sparx.. I always flinch at the first initial glance at the corpse, even though I have experienced this nightmare countless times. He seems to be the least damaged corpse, I can only assume he died of severe fluid loss, because all Sparx obtained was a large cut to his side.. and a few mere cuts to his right hand. His hand is always clenched, as if he were preparing to return a hit, or if he had gotten his grip on something before he met death. I simply cannot refrain but to pry his right hand open. It's always the same, strange object in his hand.

A piece of mechanical hand, it's not a particularly large piece at that, it's rather small.. but thick. I never get the opportunity to observe it closely, but it looks like a central piece of hand.. similar to that of a POWER button.

After the sickening imagery, I then find myself facing a brutally beaten Antauri.

The argent monkey is clearly near death; before I can even react, he charges at me, his paranormal hands withdrawn and claws outstretched for only me.

At that moment, I lose all control of my body; it is as if I am a puppet.. even though i'm aware of the dreary situation I am in.

I always manage to nimbly dodge his attacks without hesitation, it's as if my puppeteer is aware of Antauri's battling style and take full advantage of the knowledge he has been blessed with. My hands will then configure into my drills..

Though, once I study them intensively, I realize that my drills have undergone a strange new exterior. They are much larger, and darker than previously. They also have an ominous crimson glow to them, it's as if they have been possessed by a certain type of dark energy..

I nimbly dodge another futile attack from Antauri; and I swiftly nail him in that instant his back had been turned.

I saw his legs weaken only slightly, and within seconds, he was once again charging at me with weapons drawn. He was swifter this time, because he succeeded in applying damage to my left side.

I watched with what was strange wonderment as only pieces of my skin were torn from my side. I could see the damaged circuits flailing only slightly from my damaged side.

My attention then returns to Antauri just in time, because I then caught his hand that he had prepared to nail me with once more. We struggle against one another; Antauri, without a doubt attempting to free his hand, and myself, attempting to keep Antauri from doing so.

Then, in one swift blur, Antauri had managed to free his hands from my locked grip; but at that moment, my left drill nailed him in the stomach.

...I was horrified...

..Then again, who wouldn't be...?

The amount of pressure applied to my attack was horrifying, because it had caused for my drill to break right through Antauri in one mere blow. I could see the light in his sapphire-like eyes slowly fade.

I struggled against the strange being that controlled me; I had not wanted any of this to happen..

..To Antauri, least of all..

Suddenly, I regained the feeling in my body; I quickly released Antauri and examined the would my puppeteer had left upon my friend.

At that moment, I knew well I could not aid my friend...

That is exactly how my nightmare ends, and I am the one waking from it while gasping heavily and drenched in my own sweat.

...

My eyes drift to the faint glow of the sun that rests upon my blankets and seeps through in order to greet me. Today will be yet another long day, I can already predict it to be so.

The unimaginable pain I had experienced the previous afternoon returned once I had landed on the metallic flooring of the Super Robot. I grunted softly upon doing so, for the reality concerning my injuries had slipped my mind while I was lost in my thoughts.

I trudged to the door that led into the hallway, stepping on the pressure pad, I watched in silence as my door slid open upon impact.

Silence drowned the hallway as I trudged through, I could not refrain to take a mere glance into Sparx's room.

Of course, Nova had his heart and she was the one he shared his feelings and thoughts with; However, there was one thing I had been blessed to receive that Nova had yet to experience.

And that was.. the image of Sparx being completely at ease and comfortable. That moment to see him when he isn't so tense, to see him at a state when he is experiencing comfort.. It's an unfathomably beautiful and rare sight, it is especially so when you consider the fact that it is an extremely hot-headed and uptight simian such as Sparx.

I step lightly onto the pressure pad that controlled Sparx-77's door, and the door slides open in response. I peer into his room, and my eyes widen in surprise.

..Sparx wasn't anywhere within the depths of his room.

"Odd.." I muttered under my breath, disappointed that I did not see the scene I had longed to rest my eyes upon.

I continued to trudge down the wide hallway, my thoughts scattered throughout my mind.

I was heading into my laboratory, that way, I could receive the peace I longed to have. Creating chemicals, designing armor, testing certain substances and their reactions to certain textured objects.

I had yet to apply Copper to a liquid iron-

"Ooof!" Was what I managed to choke out before realizing whom I had bumped in to.

"Hey! Watch where you're going, brainstrain!" Sparx hissed, obviously still recovering from his 'patrol' with Nova on the previous night.

"My apologies, Sparx. I was merely thinking-"

"Of course you were thinking, brainstrain. You do that when you should be paying attention to what's happening." Sparx scoffed.

"Come now, I don't believe i'm that oblivious to my current situation at all times!" I retorted.

"Really? What happened yesterday when Antauri had no problem mauling your blue ass during practice?" Sparx hissed.

My, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed..

I felt the color drain from my cheeks "...Oh.."

That same smirk laced across his striking face, he stood before me arms folded and his eyes gleaming; he knew he was right. Though, I do have to wonder if he had seen me gawking at him..

Bwaha~! Chapter 2 is finished, with a cliff-hanger as well XD

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