The Fairy & The Sociopath

Pablo: VS. The Mad Robot!

Shortly after "Miguel" and "Rebecca" left the tech store, the tan man and nerdy guy showed up. Pablo had another juicy story to tell, so he called up Bernie to write it down, since he was his writing partner for this comeback story.

They met inside of the store. He was ready to share another heroic story about his past.

"Glad you could make it, Bernie Boy." the tan man greeted.

"Yes, of course, Pablo."

He looked at the store and what they had to offer. Bernie couldn't help but take interest in the computer section, but his egotistical 'boss' would scold him every time, as he needed him to write a story.

"Bernie, pay attention. I have a juicy story to tell about the time I was a repair man in this same store."

"Wait, you worked here?" the nerd asked, seeming surprised at this.

"You are correcto, my boy. When I was 18 years old, I was short on money. So, I got myself a job here at this computer-thingy store. This was back when smartphones and gaming electronics really started to take off, along with K-pop becoming more mainstream. We- we uh don't talk about that. Heh heh."

Bernie looked at him, shaking his head. But, he also wrote down his boss's story, as that was his current obligation.

"So, what happened while you were working here?"

"Jeez, calm down. I'm getting to it. Let's see... Oh yeah, one day while on duty, some jackass spilled water on an experimental robot, which was designed to be a cleaner or maid or something. But, the person who spilled water on it caused it to short-circuit, making it go haywire and terrorize the entire store."

Bernie's first thought was: 'Oh look, another made-up story by a stupid man dressed like Prince Charming. God, this is gonna be a long day.'

"So, what was the name of this robot?" he asked, wanting to know what to call the 'antagonist'.

"Does that really matter?" he asked.

"Well, I mean, it'd be nice to know what to call it. At least tell me the model or SKU number. Anything would be useful."

"You're REALLY starting to cramp my style, Bernie. Okay, we'll call the robot... FRED."

'FRED? Really?' he thought to himself.

"As I was saying, FRED had gone haywire due to water damage. So, it was up to me to save the store, and women who were shopping there.

FLASHBACK TO THAT DAY

"Oh lord! FRED has gone haywire and is cleaning the store with too much soap! He's gonna damage the electronics!" a random employee screamed in agony.

"Don't worry, Frank. I'll stop em!" an 18 year old man with blonde hair said.

"My name's Steve but... Look! It is Pablo: Our hero!"

He nodded. He then headed towards a nearby janitor's closet, who was fired after they purchased the cleaning robot. Look how that turned out. He grabbed a magic vacuum, which could shoot projectiles with different settings.He stepped out and faced this killer robot-simian face-to-face.

"Stop right there, FRED. You're dealing with a real loco-path now!" he said to the robot.

"BZZ! You dare challenge me? Gong! I'll show you what I'm made of. Zzz! YOU WILL BE CLEANSED!"

He then started blasting his soap arm-canon, with JET MODE on. Pablo managed to dodge it and fired back at him with fire!

"Getting hot in here, eh?" he said, as a couple of women were watching him as he set the robotic simian on fire. However, that wasn't enough to stop him, In fact, it made him worse.

"ZZZZZ! Motherfucker! You thought that was wise? Mip! You humans are so dumb. Viz!"

He realized that the fire had made FRED stronger. A flaming robotic menace was worse.

"Okay, how about more water, freak?" he said, switching the vacuum to water mode. He shot it at him, putting out the fire. However, water was the original reason that FRED went haywire. So, firing more water at him made him even more crazy than before!

"HA HA! Gong! Foolish human. Water makes me stronger. Now, you will ALL face my wrath! Say goodbye!"

He then began to charge his shoulder canons, as if he was doing one of those final moves that could potentially end the world as we know it.

"Oh no... Think fast, Pablo. Think, think!" he said to himself. He suddenly realized that FRED was still dripping from the water. Water and electricity... Then, he got it.

He set the vacuum to "lightning" mode, and shot at the robot. Once the lightning hit his damp body, he started twitching.

"OOH! AH! MIP! BZZ! ZIRK! OOH! AAAAAAAAHHH!" the robot screamed. His head then exploded, defeating him.

"Pablo, you saved us. Hip hip, hooray! Hip hip, hooray!"

END OF FLASHBACK

"And that's the story of how I saved everyone. All of the women here loved me. You got that down, Bernie Boy?"

"Yes, sir. But, can I ask you a question?"

"Fine, you can ask ONE question." he said, being very strict with his nerdy assistant.

"If you saved everyone from this store, why don't you work here anymore?"

"Good question. Unfortunately, we all have to move on at some point. Although I did earn everyone's respect, I couldn't bare to keep working on computers for the rest of my life. So, I left and they all respected my decision."

"Understandable."

Suddenly, a certain Latina chick was in the store, and she recognized Pablo on sight.

"Pablo?" the woman said.

"Oh, hey. Uh... Awkward." he said.

"Who's this?" the nerd said.

"Oh, nobody. Just an ex of mine. Buenos dias, Kyanna."

"It's the afternoon. Buenos tarde, idiota." the girl said, speaking more Spanish than he knew.

"Right, right. So uh, how's Little Philly doing?" he asked, seeming oblivious to their past relationship.

"He's doing great now that he has a better man to take care of him while I'm at work. A man that I want to marry."

"Oh yeah, right. My brother. So, you down to have some fun this weekend?"

She then grabbed him by the neck and choke-slammed him outside. She was a tough woman, especially when enraged. Bernie couldn't help but be entertained by this incident.

"Don't talk to me or Vin ever again, you sick fuck!" she said, standing over him as she pinned him to the concrete outside.

"What, I just wanted to buy you a drink." he said. She spat on his face and walked back into the store. Bernie looked down at him with the hugest smirk on his face.

"So, do you want me to write this down as well? Would make a great addition to your story. It would sell better."

He made a slightly frustrated face. He got up, dusting his clothes off.

"No, no. Just forget this ever happened. That skank doesn't know the real me. She never gives anyone a fair chance."

He nodded. He knew something was up, and it wasn't just him getting laid.

"Where to next?" the nerd asked, changing the subject.

"I don't know. I was thinking about going to the hardware store, but after what just happened, my ass is sore. You're dismissed, Bernie Boy. I'll call you whenever another story comes up."

"Alright, sir. I'm going to report back to the publisher with the second draft of your book. Hope it sells well and you can get back on your feet."

"Thanks, Bernie. See you later."

They then left the parking lot. Whatever Pablo was doing didn't seem to add up. His stories were more like tall-tales. No woman would ever be with him, even if he had a bunch of money from an outlandish storybook about him saving a school or defeating a mad robot.