...Hush now, and enjoy...
Entering the office, Mike looked at both Dale and Whitney, disbelieving his sight.
Mike took some time to process the outfit that Whitney donned earlier.
When he did, he rubbed he forehead out of confusion.
"You know what? To avoid being a jerk, I'll just do this."
He then walked out of the office, but not before he flipped the bird, at the both of them.
Dale almost fainted, but Whitney, by sheer luck, got her paws out.
She took off the maid outfit and went straight to the security office.
As she arrived, she saw Mike sitting cross-legged, facing the back of the office.
She was about to ask, but Mike held a finger up and beat her to it.
"I'm meditating. This is how I calm myself as such, so to speak. Please don't disturb."
Whitney tried against her program to resist capturing him, and partly succeeded.
On the other half of not succeeding, she tackled Mike to the ground.
She can't control herself, as she started sniffing him around, licking him at the neck as such.
Mike struggled to free himself, but to no avail.
Things got worst as Whitney started to trace her paw to his bottom part.
Mike, noticing this, quickly and harshly pulled out a hand, and slapped her right on the head.
The impact made her dizzy for a moment. She then snapped out of it and sighed.
The cat got a hold of herself back as she resisted the other part of the program.
She didn't even noticed she was still lying on top of Mike, who still struggled to get her off.
Whitney looked down and met his face, who smiled in struggle.
Whitney jolted back onto her feet and brushed herself, and even licked herself like what a real cat would do.
Mike stood back up and was fascinated as he never seen Whitney acted like that before.
Mike looked at his watch. 4:30 P.M.
"I think this is where I leave. Bye."
Mike went to exit the office, but Whitney hesitantly grabbed his wrist and forcefully pulled him inside.
"What's wrong, Whitney? Do you need anything?" Mike said in a kind of sympathetic tone.
Whitney's face was hot red that it could even reach the state of overheating.
"I-I-I...I don't know how to say this to you."
She bowed her head.
"Look, Mike. I am a military drone, programmed to kidnap you, but seeing you like this, it made me realize that..."
She looked back up, only to get tears out of her eyes because Mike wasn't even there anymore.
"Why is this happening to me?"
She curled up on the floor and continued crying.
Unbeknownst to her, Mike just outside the hallway, listening to her confession.
"I know about that, Whitney. I've always known about every. Single. One. Of. Them."
Uh, why did Mike sound so distorted? Maybe for another time, right?
Speaking of which, to all of you reading this, I challenge you!
I'm challenging you for a battle of the authors!
NOW! I WOULD LIKE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU TO TRY AND WRITE A ONE-SHOT, FEATURING ANY GUARD YOU WANT, PAIRED UP WITH ANY OC YOU HAVE.
Enjoy the challenge!
...Wait. Some of you did read my Author's Chapter, right?
I have a favor to ask of you. Could some you kindly find any story that you may want to alter? PM me about the story and then tell me about how do you actually wanted it to end up, okay?