Dawn Davenport: funny, sarcastic and a lovable person. Her world is crazy, involved with a trio and her best friend, Leo who they share many dangerous and fun experiences. Will she fall in love along the way? Or heartbroken by her own family's secr...
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"Well, Bree—" Donald sighed as he moved between consoles, examining data. "—you smashed your chip so badly, it's useless. But!" He straightened with a proud smirk. "I was able to replicate my brother's original chip, and like my face—it's flawless." We all gave him a mix of side-eyes and awkward glances. "Forget the chip. We need to get this dude a mirror." Leo deadpanned, staring at him blankly.
Bree's hopeful expression returned as she turned to Donald. "Wait, so I'm actually going to be bionic again?" Donald nodded at her words. "Yep."
Bree's face lit up as she threw her arms around him in a jubilant hug. "Yes! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Donald hugged her back before glancing at the console as it emitted a soft beep. "Your chip's almost ready."
"Ooh! Snacks are done!" Adam announced, already striding toward the fabricator with unmistakable pride. "For the last time, this is not a microwave!" Donald snapped, irritation flashing across his face as he shot Adam a glare. "It's a chip fabricator, Adam." I added, shaking my head, even though the smell in the room was to die for. "Call it whatever you want."Adam only shrugged, utterly unfazed, and pulled out what looked suspiciously like a tray of mini pizzas. "I'm still making my snacks in here."
"It could go into the suggestion box." I thought out loud, a smirk tugging at my lips. Donald snapped his head toward me, fixing me with a glare that made it obvious he knew exactly how Leo tended to take things—far too seriously. Leo, meanwhile, froze. His eyes widened as he looked from Donald to me, clearly trying to catch up. "Wait." he said slowly, surprise creeping into his voice. "There's a suggestion box?"
"Yup." I replied casually.
"Nope." Donald quickly countered.
Leo raised an eyebrow at him, the look a silent challenge—an unspoken demand for clarification—but Donald refused to engage, turning back to the console as if the conversation were already over. "Okay, Bree." he said briskly, fingers moving across the controls. "Hop into your capsule when you're ready for your new chip."
Bree hesitated for a second, then placed the new chip into the capsule before stepping inside. While Donald worked, Leo piped up. "You know, Big D, if this works, maybe you could make a chip for me." Donald scoffed, barely looking up. "Please, your body can't even handle high-fiber cereal." Bree exited the capsule moments later, rubbing the back of her neck as if she were working out a lingering ache. We all turned toward her at once, the room suddenly quiet, every eye fixed on her. "So?" I asked, my heart beating quick with anticipation. "How does it feel?"
"Like a piece of metal just got jammed into my neck and fused to my nervous system!" she quipped, still massaging the spot. "Whoohoo! Success!" Donald cheered, clearly thrilled by her response. He grabbed Bree by the shoulders and pushed her toward the middle of the lab. "Alright, give it a try, see how it worked."
Bree took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Then, with a burst of energy, she used her bionics. What followed was a whirlwind of chaos. Bree dashed around the ceiling, ricocheting off walls, and smashing through equipment before she finally crash-landed on the floor.
