*third person pov*
'Are you sure this is it?' He said gruffily. He was a man in his 50s, but still wasn't married. He tried the online dating service and tried his best to be a good boyfriend but it just wasn't him.
His partner nodded as he gave a little grunt and inserted the arm into the artificial model's body.
'Wha' ye gunna use it fo eh?' His partner said, while attempting to help the model put on its wig.
He chuckled darkly as he carressed the doll's perfect face.
'To get revenge on what she's done to me.'
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I ran across the street to Jeanz's house. He's probably still mad at me but I've got to tell my best friend what was really going on.
'Is anyone home?' I asked as I frantically threw my fists on the door again and again.
'Coming!' A soft voice from inside shouted. The door was gently opened, revealing a sweet Nina.
Her facr soften once she saw me. 'Hello, Grady. How's-'
'Sorry, but I need to talk to Jeanz, pronto.'
I rushed up to Jeanz's room, knowing that he had to be there.
'Jeanz,' I said. He turned around in his chair, surprised.
'What are you doing in here? Does mom know?'
'Yeah. This is emergency level 10, so listen up man. I.T. was never a person.'
He grew silent for a while then said. 'What man?'
'I.T., Jeanz. He was never a human being. All these years, he was a robot. A robot modelled into a human being. He is sent from the U.S. Navy.'
'What the fuck dude,' He snapped. 'Ae you drunk or something? You need aspirins huh?' He said, getting up.
'JEANZ!' I shouted. He froze in place. 'I AM SERIOUS DUDE. I.T.. IS. A. ROBOT.'
He stood there, confused,but heard me out anyway. I told him every single detail about I.T., and showed him evidence. He was shocked when he heard about the whole thing, but believed me.
'It couldn't just be sent for no reason,' Jeanz stated. True. I.T. has to be a spy.
'But on what? What is he looking for?'
Jeanz shrugged. 'That I do not know. We have to hack into the Navy's account on the robot to know more, although, I'm sure, there would not be much help, because the most important parts must be saved in the closed documents which are not so easy to be let hacked in. But there would be some programmes and we might as well make a good start fron there.
But the first thing now, is to win I.T.'s trust.'
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'Yes, Alexander. Sure. Find me when you need more help.' The receptionist said cheerfully.
Me and Jeanz carefully peeked out from the corner we were hiding in and cauciously stepoed out. We intentionally bumped into I.T., making it spill its slushie and drop its book.
'We're so sorry!'
'I'm so sorry!'
We all said at the same time, with me and Jeanz's sorry planned and I.T.'s sorry computer programming.
'We'll help you pick it up,' Jeanz offered and started picking up the books. I took a mop and started mopping away the slushie spill.
'Yo, man, yes you,' I yelled to a random nerd. He looked at me surprised, like he's won a lottery when someone called him 'man'. 'Get me a strawberry slushie. Go.'
He stood there, not moving, stunned.
'Get it!' I yelled.
He snapped out his whatever daydream stance and quickly scampered away.
I.T. looked at us suspiciously. 'Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?'
Jeanz stood up. 'Look, man, when Grady said sorry he meant it and it was for all of us. He said you didn't trust him. So I decided to help out. We are sorry for what we did to you, we were being stupid and we decided to stop all this bullying and live a new life like a new man. Dude no one like getting hurt right? We don't want to cause anymore hurt and pain, nor that we want recieving them ourselves. So we wanted go say sorry. We are sorry, I-Alexander. We are truly sorry for what we did. Please forgive us?'
I.T. raised an eyebrow. Robots are difficult to convince. The nerd kid arrived with the slushie, his hands shaking as he handed out the slushie to me.
'T-t-there y-you go.' He stammered.
'Thanks man,' I gave him a firm pat on the back. He stumbled forward. Maybe a bit too firm pat. Eh. I gave the slushie to it. It looked at the slushie hesitantly before accepting it and drinking it. Probably scanning the slushie for poisoning. I thought. But that didn't matter, all that matters now is to lure him to tell us why he was really here.
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Sorry guys i know this chapter is boring but don't hate me im tryin to squeeze time to update while having my finals. But dont worry, heres the good news,FINALS IS ALNOST OVER!!
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General FictionI.T., as in Idiotic Trash, is the biggest freak at school. No one likes him, wait, no. It. Not even me. In fact, I hate it. A new semester has started. And I'm seated right next to it.
