Some Cruddy Oneshots

KAY/O x Chamber || Smut || PB

I....I don't know why I did this. I put all of the agents in a wheel and then found some prompts, ya know the usual......Why did I do this to myself?

Anyways enjoy, its kind of cracky.

Word Count: 1,789 (on google docs, something is fucky with wattpad's)

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Sova helped a limping Jett off of the ship. They'd won, but Jett had almost died while jumping between Chamber and a bullet, Sova almost got shot in the shoulder, and Reyna had barely managed to heal herself before getting shot.

"We won this time, you will all heal," KAY/O stated, helping his teammates on board.

Chamber, despite his constant attempt to stay professional glared at the robot, "Non, you no what? Merde ça, you cannot feel pain, grille-pain, you do not know what it is like to bleed, you can take your programmed kindness and mets-le dans ton cul,"

KAY/O stopped in his tracks, staring (?) at the tall man for a moment, before storming off towards his room.

Jett and Sova stopped, "Chamber, that was not something you should say to a fellow teammate," Sova said, holding onto the girl.

"Yeah, Chamber," Jett looked towards where KAY/O had gone, "you should probably apologize,"

Chamber sighed, mumbling a quick "yeah" before following the robot.

KAY/O paced the room, he'd been trying to be optimistic, had he somehow done the obvious?

The wires and tools that were spread throughout the room brought comfort, familiarity. But despite being in the best private space in the protocol's homebase, it didn't help prevent the thoughts racing through his head.

Relating to his teammates was something he'd always struggled with, when he'd first joined the protocol he'd assumed him and Omen would get along due to their similar difficulties, but Omen had seemed to prefer keeping to himself, and Omen could still understand the other agents, he had once been human, KAY/O had not.

The robot stopped, the sound of his door being knocked on catching his attention. With a few long strides he was at the door, opening it.

Standing in the doorway, was Chamber, "I don't know what I said," KAY/O started, "but I'm sorry that I miscalculated the best way to be optimistic,"

"No," Chamber sighed, looking down at the floor before back up to KAY/O, "you didn't do anything wrong, KAY/O, I shouldn't have taken my stress out on you,"

KAY/O was surprised, and it took him a moment to calculate what he should do, "Come in," he stepped back, gesturing for the French man to walk in, KAY/O shut the door behind him.

Chamber looked around the room, making a face before deciding to hop up onto a work bench.

"So even you can get stressed?" KAY/O leaned against the counter, almost reaching Chamber's height despite the other being farther off the ground than usual.

Chamber let out a breathy laugh, KAY/O didn't think it sounded like it had humour, "Everyone can," he turned his head and looked at the other, "even you, I suppose,"

KAY/O hummed, "Perhaps," he looked towards Chamber, "I do not know, I was programmed to feel outside of when I need to kill, however I was not given the names to emotions,"

Chamber thought, before he seemed to come up with an idea, "KAY/O," he said, "what if, just for now, we drop the professionnalisme,"

"Oh?"

Chamber lifted his hand, before hesitating, after a moment he reached out and rested his hand on KAY/O's arm, his gloves resting against the armour plating.