This takes place during Act 2
Also I have this weird way of pov where I say "you" like I'm telling a story. basically, if I say "you", "you" is whoever the current pov is. Hopefully this makes since lol.
Requested by: XxXP03XxX
This gets kinda dark so sorry if you were expecting a loving, romantic story lol.
Ignore the photo lmao.
Reader POV:
After beating Grimora, Leshy, and Magnificus, with much ease, you promptly head over to the factory, excited. You're supposed to save the best for last, right? You had heard many great things about the amazing Scrybe of Technology.
Walking through the heavy metal doors of the entrance, your eyes adjust to the gloom, and you take in the smell of oil and smoke and the whirring sounds of machinery. Your gaze finally sets upon the man, or bot, of the hour, P03.
He had seemed so focused on his work that he hadn't noticed you enter, much less you slowly walk up to him until you finally tapped him on his head. "GAH!" You heard him yell, surprised. "Hey P03. What's going on?" you ask him nonchalant. On the inside though, you were carefully plotting everything you said, hoping to not upset him in any way. This had to go perfect, or else.
His face became an ellipsis as he recovered from the shock. After a moment though, he finally decided on an angry but confused face. "What the &#$% was that for?!" He yelled at you. "I dunno." you reply. He sighed, already exhausted with your behavior.
"You came to challenge me, right? You also seem to want to replace me... like that could ever happen." He said to you. "Lemme see that deck of yours." He proceeded to snatch the deck out of your hand easily. You began to examine and admire his hardware and the craftmanship that went into his factory.
P03 POV:
You started looking through the challengers' deck, surprised to see all energy cards. Not a single beast or bone card, besides a few hrrokals (idk how to spell lol) and stim mages. You'd probably respect them, if they weren't just a tool to achieve The Great Transcendence. You observed their deck a few seconds more, before turning to look at them.
They seemed to be observing the factory, taking in every detail. You stared at their eyes, which were a deep [insert your eye color] and seemed to be dreamily thinking. Suddenly, they looked at you, which made your head turn back to their cards. You felt a weird sensation like you were overheating, which caused your automatic fans to turn on, making a loud noise. (That sounds a bit odd lmao)
"Uh... Your deck sucks. Go beat my guys and then you can challenge me. Oh, and also, tell my workers to send better cards down the line. The ones they're doing now are trash." you say to them, hoping to cover up the awkward atmosphere you had just caused. They ignored the question. "Were you staring at me?" they asked, smiling. Damn it. "N-No! I was just... observing... something." you reply to them. They started giggling, like a child. Your fans obviously weren't fixing your hardware issue, causing a few small sparks to shoot from some of your wires. One of the sparks landed on y/n, burning them.
"Shit...", they muttered, quiet with pain. "Are you okay?!" you float over to them and assess the situation. They had a small burn on the back of their hand. It was not very severe and would probably heal in a few days. "Phew..." you sighed with relief. "I'll be fine, sparky." they said to you. "S-sparky?!" you asked them, annoyed. You hated nicknames. "Yeah. You flew sparks everywhere. Fitting title." they say to you. "Not funny." you retort. "Whatever."
They finally listened to your earlier request and went to the room where your workers resided. As you got back to work alone, you almost missed the presence of another person.
