"Who... Are You?" || Psyborg fanfic ||❤💜

chapter 3

"Kill... It?" I repeated.

"Yes." Fuu-chan confirmed.

"Are you crazy!? That thing's a killing machine! There's no way we'll be able to kill it." Clark says. As much as i want to side with fuu fuu-chan and kill it, Clark does have a point. "If there's a will, there's a way!" Fuu chan said. . . A bit too enthusiastically. The enthusiasm is kinda cute though. "That sounds idiotic. I'm leaving if you think that that'll actually work." I look at Clark, seeing his face filled with annoyance is a bit scary. 

People start to whisper and murmur, some agreeing with Clark and some out for blood... Or, oil? I look at my friends who seem to be either confused or have decided to side with Fuu chan. Both Alban and Yugo want to kill whatever that thing was, while Sonny was trying to figure out what was going on, of course, knowing him he'd go with Alban and Yugo. 

As I was about to choose my side, we heard blood curdling screams echo from the halls. Everyone stairs at the once quiet entry for a moment. I had a hunch that whatever it was that caused the screams would be racing down the halls.

Before anyone could react, the door flung open as a body crashed through the door. Everyone started to panic as some tried to run and hide... But none of that would be enough. Not to escape their fate.

That same killing machine I had seen before, was now at the entrance slitting a poor girl's throat. I stood in fear for a moment as I watched the bot kill many of the people who had once escaped it's grasp. Clark however, had grabbed my arm and made a run for it through the exit. I didn't want to leave all those people behind, especially Alban, Yugo and Sonny. I turned around to look behind us.

That's when I saw it.

That same killing machine that was once busy killing off survivors, was now tailing us and getting progressively closer. 

As we ran, we were getting near a corner turn that could hopefully lead us out of this fucking endless hallway. I was getting tired, and a bit worried since me stressing so much will cause my face to rinkle. And trust me. No one wants a rinkled face. 

Just as Clark and I turned the corner, we didn't notice the wet floor sign...

Suddenly the world went spinning as I slipped and smacked against the floor, before hitting the wall. My poor skin. We probably had too much momentum... I sit up, trying to steady myself as I see the whole world spinning. I try to find Clark but all I see is... A guy in a black leather jacket, running away? And a weird robot that was... HEADING TOWARDS ME AT A RAPID PACE!? I realise what was happening. Clark was running away and I was about to be torn apart by an ugly musty crusty dusty rusty tin can. Ew. 

No matter how disgusting the robot was, I still felt betrayed and heartbroken. My supposed 'lover' had abandoned me and left me to die as he ran away. Whilst running I could see him smirk and mouth something along the lines of... 'Good riddance'... Was he really sick of me? Did he ever even love me In the first place? My mind raced, until I was suddenly brought back to reality with the noise of gears churning. 

The killing machine reached it's hands forward, savouring the moment as it was either about to tear me apart or do some weird kinky shit. I didn't like either of the options. As the robot was about to kill me, I had no choice but to look it dead in the eye. Even though I'm too pretty and gay to die, I had somewhat accepted my fate. However, before it could grab me, there was a loud squeak. Both the robot and I look simultaneously to where the noise came from. 

Clark lay there, on the floor, next to a... Squeaky toy? 

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The rusty dusty robot suddenly moved slowly towards Clark. It was going to kill him... As much as I hated him for sacrificing me to that ripoff Apple product I couldn't just sit here and watch. I quickly got up to my feet before stumbling and falling back down. Turns out that's exactly all I could do.

My head started hurting like hell as I lifted my hand up to support it. I felt something... Wet? I take my hand off to reveal it soaked in blood... My.. Own blood?... I start to get dizzy and my vision gets blurry. But it was blurry enough so that I could just see Clark get his limbs torn from his body as his screams filled the mall. I can't just stay here or else I'll die... I try to get up once more but end up stumbling again.

This time however, I didn't fall back onto the floor. Instead, there were a pair of robotic arms around me. It turned from the arms supporting me, to them lifting me up and carrying me bridal style. I feel like a Prince right now-

"Don't worry, I'll get you out of here." I hear a familiar and reassuring voice say.

"Fuu... Chan?" I manage to say before everything goes dark...

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Ding dong, the wicked bitch is dead.