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'What in the fresh hell?' Was the immediate thought that popped into (Y/N) Alpin's head. She and Noah still laid flat on their backs, and slowly begin to crawl backwards when they see the Porsche form into some type of human, robot..thing?
The being jumps up and down, shaking the ground beneath his feet as he lets out loud hoots and hollers. "Get some oil pumping yknow? Damn!" He paces around, his gears turning and creaking as his joints form and pull back together.
"I've been cooped up forever dude, I can't tell you how old it gets!" He makes conversation with the two terrified adults, as if they were old college buddies and not, in fact, two random people he decided to kidnap and take on a car chase against their will.
They both watch with high alert as it walks behind a section of the building, his voice ringing through the metal pipes and bouncing back into their heads as he talks loudly.
"Mirage! Stay hidden, Mirage! Don't draw any attention to yourself, Mirage, Big is just a movie, you'll never be a real boy!" They watch as it complains, making its voice deep as if he was impersonating someone.
Finally he stops talking and sets his metal arms on his hips, and looks down at the two with a grin.
"But that was fun, man, you guys are fun." He tilts his head at them, and stares at their uneasy faces. "Oh right." Bending down, he watches them scurry to their feet. "This is probably a lot for you, huh?"
(Y/N) pushes herself up and grabs a bent pipe from the ground, before holding it up and glaring at the robot. "Yo, back up!" She yells and pushes Noah behind her. He goes to protest and tries to grab the object from her hands, but receives a slap to the hand and stays quite.
The robot (now known as Mirage) stands to his full height and scoffs at (Y/N) with a smirk. "Whoa, whoah, whoah, what's with the aggression, huh?" He holds his hands up smugly, which only causes the women to grip her hands tighter around the pipe.
"I thought after the car chase we were boys? Or well..yknow, more acquainted?" He says this with a slight hint of flirtatious charm, and (Y/N) can only roll her eyes and glare harder.
"What? You gonna hit me?" Mirage asks in mock offense and tilts his head, and (Y/N) only stammers. "M-maybe."
She backs up when the machine points his arm her way, forming into a gun, a large gun. It lights up, showing that he wouldn't hesitate to blast either of them with his weapon.
Noah grips his friends shoulders and tries to tug her arm down, but (Y/N) remains in place, staring directly into the robots blue optics.
He glares back, and they both watch eachother intently before he laughs loudly and puts the gun away. "HA!" He claps his hands. "Tough women, I like it, I like it a lot." He folds his arms across his chest plate, before looking (Y/N) up and down and grinning. "Alot alot."
