I Thought You Hated Me! (Digital time fanfic)

What is Wrong With You?

Tony's POV: both me and sketchbook were confused so we walked/teleported in the room. They were gone, and the new annoying teacher was gone with them. I shrugged and left the room. "Hey!" Sketch yelled. She for some reason cared about the students and computer, but I didn't. "No. Sketch, I don't care! Just call me when this is over" I yell before walking in the living room and hanging myself on the wall. She growled and continued looking around the room for the missing four. After about five minutes she teleports into the living room. "Did ya give up?" I ask. She nods and teleports to a shelf. I look down at her. She needed cheering up. "don't worry dear, they'll be back. They're not hurt! They've probably moved for the lesson." The second I call her dear shrignold appears out of nowhere. "ARE YOU IN LOVE!?" he yells, his normally calm voice high and shrill. "SHUT UP SHRIGNOLD! THAT'S HOW I TALK TO EVERYONE!" I growl before coming off the wall and grabbing the fly swatter "AHH!" he flies out of the house. "Finally" sketch says, holding back laughter. I am about to go back onto the wall until I hear a loud pop. I pause for a second. I pick up Sketchbook and take her with me as I walk into the room where the computer was. I spot yellow and the duck sitting at the table, mucking around while the computer watched them. My eyes widen. "Wait...what the bloody hell happened!?" I ask, rightfully confused. The computer sees me and smiles "hello clock! And pad of paper, allow me to introduce myself!" His voice was annoying and robotic. It's like he was trying to get me to hate him. I blink and he suddenly has a completely different body. He has a keyboard for a torso and wire limbs. A few computer cursers for hands and mouse feet. He also has a long plug tail. He looked confusing. I couldn't wrap my head around his features. I am a clock though, so I guess I can't judge. I flinch at the sudden change. "Sweet Becky Salone (is that how you spell it XD) what the hell happened!?" I was looking at him in disgust while sketchbook was looking at him with pure awe. He clears his non existent throat to get back the attention. "I'm Colin! I'm a smart boy! A computery guy! I'm a-" "we get it, you're a computer" I grumble, much to his displeasure. He keeps his toothy grin, though his eye has a slight twitch. He giggles "well, you're a jerk, aren't you? Are you a freelancer, because freelancers deserve to die!" (That is a very specific reference that I expect none of you to get) He says sarcasticly. Sketchbook understands the tension and tries to ease the weight on Colin. "Ok, ok. Let's calm down." She says politely, like that will help. I give him a death glare. I look up at his screen and it's showing an icon of a hand flipping me off. How classy

Colin's POV: the clock hates me and the notebook loves me. Isn't this a predicament.

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