Hello, everyone! I know you've all been looking forward to this chapter because, well, this is an unexplained character whose fears, well, are nonexistent, and therefore are tricky to write, hence usually never written before, which is why you all want to read this. Following me?

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Eddy (Davenport), the smart-home security system; the snarky smart-home security system; the snarky, well-hated, smart-home security system. Outside, his mannerisms were snarky, mocking, and sarcastic. He was known for his taunting ways and nasal, obnoxious voice. He couldn't always keep up the indifferent, annoying façade forever. He had his own dark secrets, too.

All he had ever known, if you could ever call his first years his "childhood," was with Donald Davenport, his creator and best friend. He'd watched Donald make so many creative, priceless inventions, and they'd talked, side by side. That was when it was just Donald and him, the two of them in the lab, both of them always there for each other. He knew, so far back, that they'd been happy.

But that was before everything—before Adam, Bree, and Chase had been created, before Leo and Tasha had moved in, before he'd been blown up to smithereens and recreated once again.

Now what? It seemed as if everything had gone back to normal again. But everything hadn't. After all of the precious moments when it had been just Donald and him, after all of the not so lovingly teasing of the kids, Eddy still harbored his darkest thoughts. The thoughts of the truth.

"You know, Eddy, we were never the best of friends, but—we're going to miss you."

"Aw, really?" It had touched his heart, just for a brief moment.

"No!"

"We hate you!"

"You're evil!"

They'd said that, yes, they had. It replayed itself, hour after hour, in his head.

Maybe today—today he'd show them that he wasn't just some shallow smart home security system. Maybe today, he'd finally try and show what he really felt like, just somewhat at all…

He switched himself on, and he watched the lab, which was very quiet in early morning. He watched the lab rats sleeping in their capsules—Adam was slobbering, Bree was snoring, and Chase was mumbling math equations in his sleep. How would he show them that deep down, if anything happened to them, he would try to protect them? He'd try to with Leo; he'd protected him during the Bionic Showdown, even if Leo had left him in the watch back at Douglas' hideout.

Donald walked in and said without looking at him, "Hi, Eddy. What's on your agenda today?"

Eddy thought bitterly, "Changing," but after all, he was a robot. He had some sense of feelings and emotion, but he didn't know them all too well.

So all he said was, "Nothing in particular."

Donald stared at Eddy, and burst out laughing. "Yeah, right! You always want to tease the kids or taunt Tasha or annoy me, don't you? It's not like you ever have anything BETTER to do! Hahahahahahaha!"

Eddy felt ashamed. Had he really made such a mark on his family? He simply stated, "Not today." He wondered what Donald would say. Probably something sarcastic. Was he really that bad when it came to sarcasm?

"Eddy, is something wrong?" It seemed like there was genuine concern in Donald's voice.

Eddy hurried to cover up his tracks of self-pity and remorse. "Oh, no, Donnie! Everything's just fine!" He used his bracket smile.

Donald narrowed his eyes. "Eddy, whatever you're up to, please make sure that it doesn't involve a) condiments, b) bird poop, or c) Adam's barrel of spoiled meat and milk."

Eddy thought sadly once again, "Did I really once sink that low?"

Eddy had hid behind scathing, derisive walls his entire life, but all he felt was sadness. Why couldn't he be like Donald more?—well-liked by everyone, yet still with a sarcastic, sardonic sense of humor and a bit of vanity thrown in. ? The answer, he decided, would be found out when he found his security—his true security, not a façade security. And how exactly was he going to find his security? That remained, in it of itself, a mystery with the answer yet to be provided.

I'm very, very sorry this was such a short chapter. Even if I watched four hours straight of LR, which I did, by the way, Eddy's characterization is simplistically weak. I had to rely on inferences on his true thoughts. Please R&R! I apologize to anyone who read my double-post for Chapter 8 and to anyone who was confused by that double-post, and I thank MoonlitShadowsoftheHumanSoul for pointing it out to me! :-D (I apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors.)