stobotnik

overthinking

3rd person pov im tired and extremely insecure

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Stone wasn't there at the Mean Bean early. Infact, he wasn't attending work today. He might get fired the next day, but honestly, work was what he wanted to think the least about on his mind. Stone's cats hopped onto his messy bed and tucked themselves in. One cat was stretching on one side, and the other cuddled themself to sleep. Stone woke up several times in the middle of the night but just went back to bed. He turned off every alarm and slept. He needed it. He stayed awake restless nights and put the Doctor over himself and look how that turned out. 

Stone had still had light bags from crying. Every day before work, he'd splash on a bit of concealer on, but he just wanted to sleep today. Didn't bother eating. He just drank water and called it a day. He was in a tight white vest revealing his muscles and bulky chest. He still had his black pants on from work. His shoes were far apart from each other. His living room was messy from tissues, papers, and half-empty alcohol bottles. He honestly didn't care and practically fell on his sofa. He felt aggravatingly sober, so he snatched a bottle from the floor and chugged it. Anything to get work off his mind.

After a while, Stone felt dizzy. Last night he didn't eat and took dangerous sleeping pills. He took two of them on an empty stomach. He still hasn't eaten anything and doesn't plan on doing so. His stomach hurt badly, but Stone couldn't care less. He knew he shouldn't love the Doctor. But he couldn't help himself. Stone had gotten attached to him. He fell depressed after he realized the truth the hard way. Robotnik didn't feel the same. He curled his hand into a fist, then let it go and let a tear slip down his face. That shit hurt. 

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After a while, Stone hated himself for being this dramatic. He should've just gone. He would be fired the next day. He wouldn't ever see Robotnik again. Maybe it's for the best? But he'd never be associated with him again. Stone's vision became blurry from the river in his eyes. It thundered, which frightened Stone the slightest. He blinked slowly. He wanted to scream. Shout. Let that shit out. No. He has to be strong but felt so weak. Why? Why did he have to be so weak? Why did he love Robotnik? He blamed everything on himself. Not being perfect enough, average quality, his latte art. 

Stone finally blinked, letting the warm liquid run down his cheeks. Sitting on his couch. He wanted to be left alone. He would be all alone, assuming he would get fired tomorrow for not attending without any note or logical explanation. Stone sobbed at the thought, being alone forever. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't.

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Robotnik was infuriated from Stone's absence. The scientist managed to make himself stay awake, but without Stone, nothing mattered to him. The only human he had an ounce of respect for, gone. But it's just one day? What's one day without his agent to the smartest man in the universe? Oh, wait, everything. Ivo hated himself for having respect for Stone. He was just a simple agent. Was he? Ivo tried to breathe. He hadn't had mental stress about someone in a while.

Ivo had approximately had an appropriate 29 answers in stock of why Stone hadn't come to work, but deep down he knew that all of them were incorrect. He simply couldn't figure it out. Stone wasn't as open to Ivo as he is to Stone. He was just an agent following orders. Commands. Ivo opened large screens to the camera to check once again if Stone was here. No one. Simply other agents making out, gambling, gossiping, really going off duty to do their own thing. Stone wasn't like that. He'll never be like that, disobeying him. Even Ivo knew that. He also found that unique about Stone.

But what happened today? Ivo couldn't keep himself from wondering, even when he was trying to work. He had an upcoming invention to present to different world leaders, but just couldn't get it done. Where was Stone? He needed him desperately and quick. He passed out from the all nighter he pulled by himself.

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Ivo gasped once he woke up. Did he just fall asleep? That felt comforting, knowing that he hadn't in a while. He looked around the room, seeing if anyone was around. No one. He needed to fire a couple of agents for this. No one waking him up. No one concerned. Then he realized, Stone wasn't there. Stone didn't care. His heart ached at the realization of how no one worried for him. That no one cared. He stood up, clenching his fists tightly, holding his breath, then let a shuddered breath out with a sob. He always knew he was different from others. Everyone mocking him. Questioning his sanity. Ivo didn't care, letting his ego take care of it, but the tender, dense part deep down in his heart started to form the realization.

He cleaned himself up with a shit ton of tissues. Coughing from his sobs. His smoothened his long hair with the palm of his hand, covered in his leathered, teched gloves. He went down the main hall, seeing many agents with each other. Everyone stood straight and gathered themself together once they felt the cold presence of the Doctor. He glared at the low life's, no sign of that stupid puppied face agent of his. "Had anyone seen Agent Stone around? If I know one of you are hiding something or know something from him and HAVEN'T, told me, you better start praying that you will go home tonight. In other words, if you hear from him, report to me immediately. Do I make myself clear?"

All the agents didn't make eye contact, staring at their shoes, the floor, and slowly nodded. "Do I make myself, CLEAR," Ivo said, so stern that some agents flinched at the last word. Everyone nodded in sync. Ivo left the room, aware that the agents would still be in shock and would be talking about that for the next 12 minutes. 

The six-foot man went outside. He grunted slightly, letting the breeze hit his face. He stared at his watch, reading the bold 7:38 A.M. He wondered what Stone was or would be doing. Two days, Stone absent. What happened? Who happened? Ivo looked out, spotting a lot of love spreading around, the giggles, holding hands, talking. Ivo could give a scientific explanation of how it felt, but never from experience. Once he saw Tom and Maddie Wachowski, Maddie hiding her head in Tom's neck, he automatically thought of his agent. Why? Who knew. Who cared.

He didn't acknowledge Stone at first, but once it was obvious that Stone was genuinely interested in Ivo's work. Most thought it was terrifying and sick, but Stone always thought it was an invention that could save the world, and most of them could. He was like an intrigued child who is introduced to new things, always fascinated. Ivo scolded himself lightly to never appreciate Stone than how much he should be. That little child in a grown man's body deserved everything. 

Ivo knew much about Stone after the 5 years they've been working. Stone was just a big baby inside. Really would have a quiet but comforting animal. Pretty. Ivo liked both sides of him, even though he barely showed one, Ivo was just that smart than others. Then it hit the dingus. Stone was sensitive. Deeply sensitive inside. He remembered the how loud he snapped at Stone. Every time Ivo yelled or let his anger out on Stone when it was lightly his fault, Stone would look extremely hurt and upset. His doe eyes would make deep eye contact, until Ivo breaks it. Ivo finally realized that Stone had been bottling everything up, since he barely had gone home. Once again, clenching his fist, staring at the Wachowski's. After a good eavesdrop, he went to a local coffee shop to get a morning caffeine start. 

He hadn't been in the public for a while. Many stares, admiration, questioning. Many didn't know who he was. Many didn't care, it was many stares at his hair, facial features, stache, and style. He didn't notice, he just wanted to know where Stone was. "One coffee, please." The barista stared at him, then looked down. "Anything else?" Ivo was not in the mood. "If there were anything else, I would've said it." The barista stared once again, rolling her eyes in spite of her attitude. Ivo glared, awaiting his beverage. 

He felt uneasy. Why were so many people staring at him? He shouldn't probably be wearing 2 layers in hot weather. He didn't care. He shouldn't. What is this uncomfort? Ivo barely went out, he never knew he could feel social anxiety. He got out of the establishment, pacing. So many stares. I mean, when the last time you see a guy in all black on a hot summer day? Ivo was sweating. While pacing, he opened his beverage and took a sip. It isn't everyday that your agent abandons you that you have to be really by yourself.