Work, work, work...C'mon, I know you can do it, Tim...

A dim red glow illuminated the room and Jay sighed softly. This was the fifth time he'd had to re-wire this damn robot before it would even think about working. Creating a sentient robot was really, really hard. Now it was blinking slowly, turning its head from side to side so that it could see the room better.

"Who...are you?"

"U-uh..." Shit. He probably should have prepared some sort of introductory speech or something. "My name is Jay. Your name is Tim. I, uh...I made you."

"Oh."

Tim looked at his outstretched hands, flexing the fingers and twisting his wrists slowly. Jay smiled. He'd done a damn god job, it seemed. Each movement was fluid and natural. There was nothing artificial about it.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you make me?"

"I..." Jay felt heat rush into his cheeks. "I was lonely."

This was technically very true. For a little over a decade now he had worked for "The Operator", a shady company with an even shadier boss that made a wide variety of products for a wide variety of people. The didn't really sell one thing. They sold specially tailored items to specific individuals who placed orders.

The funny thing was, Jay didn't remember ever joining up with the company. He just sort of woke up in this godforsaken workshop one day and got to work. The idea to build a companion came to him while he was working on a little theater mask, actually. A pure white piece with tiny black lips and big, black circles around the eyes. The only emotion on the false face was conveyed through the thin, highly arched eyebrows painted just a little above the eyes.

Jay cleared his throat to break the awkward silence. Tim sat up slowly, swinging his new legs over the edge of the table and testing the ground gently.

"So what now?"

"Well, now you...I don't know. You become human."

"How?" Tim's facial expression became one of confusion. Jay's face brightened and his smile widened.

"I haven't installed any emotions in you, really. I gave you enough intelligence to be able to discover emotions as you go, though. So what you're feeling right now, that's called confusion. It's when you don't understand something."

"Yeah I got that, Jay." Tim had by now begun to walk around the shop, picking things up and examining each of them carefully. Jay followed a few steps behind him, a little worried that he might break something. Tim glanced back at him, frowning and furrowing his brow.

"I'm not going to break anything, okay? Jesus Jay, go do...whatever it is that you do."

"I make things."

Tim sighed and rolled his eyes. He motioned to the cluttered workbench he had been sifting through. "Yeah, I gathered."

Jay smiled sheepishly. His face was actually starting to hurt from smiling. For the past...oh god how long had it even been? He couldn't remember any more. Tim seemed to be settling in just fine. In fact, he seemed more at home than Jay ever had. Hell, he seemed to feel more human than Jay ever had.

"Oh, wait! One last thing."

"What?"

"Clothes. You should probably wear clothes."

"Wh-" Tim's face went blank. "Did you...did you give me...For what reason exactly did you need to give me male genitalia, Jay? It's not like I can actually reproduce."

"I don't know!" Jay turned awaqy, burying himself in his work to hide the fact that his face had gone crimson. "I just...I just thought you might want to be...anatomically correct."

"Anatomically correct." Tim repeated, sounding rather suspicious of Jay's motives.

"Yeah, sue me, okay?"

"And anatomically gifted?"

"Wha- no, I mean!"

"I'm fairly certain this is above avera-"

"It doesn't matter, Tim! Go do...go do something that isn't this!"

Oh my god. I really hope he doesn't figure out that it vibrates, too.

"It vibrates?"

"Okay, you need to not be in my head."

"You gave me a thought process similar to, if not identical to, your own. Why does it vibrate."

Jay threw his hands up in defeat. So he had absolutely no desire to go out and actually meet somebody and wound up building his own damn boyfriend, sue him. "Hey wanna come over to this workshop that I randomly woke up in one day where I get shady requests from a shady boss that I never see to make shady items that I never actually ship they just disappear and my weekly pay also just appears on my bedside table for no apparent reason and we can have coffee or something" wasn't exactly a good pick-up line.

"Oh."

Apparently it had just dawned on Tim what exactly Jay had meant to do from the start. Jay cringed and slumped down on his bed.

"You were lonely."

"Yeah." He mumbled.

"Well..." Tim shifted uncomfortably. "Do you have any clothes I can borrow?"

"Er, yeah?" That wasn't where he expected that to go. He dug out a t-shirt and some jeans from his dresser and tossed them to his companion. "You're not...mad, are you?"

"No."

"Okay. I was just asking beca-"

"If I was built to essentially be a fuck toy I guess I'd rather be your fuck toy than pretty much anyone else's. So, thanks I guess." Tim's cheeks had begun to glow bright red, as if the circuitry there were heating up under stress.

"O-oh." Jay swallowed hard. "You're w-welcome. I guess."

[[To be continued but I feel like the quality is declining right now and I'm going to pick this up again later.]]