All that glitters isn't gold -Inanimate Insanity AU-

/// Your homecoming ///

MePhone4 stifled whatever sound threatened to escape his voice box. He had to keep it all suppressed, no way was he going to allow a small slip up ruin this. MePhone4 could sense that his vision was blurred, as his auditory processors picked up an ongoing ringing noise. That was utterly affecting his entire internal systems. MePhone4 stared down pitifully at his wrist... That.. man... Still had his ugly rough hands gripped tightly around it.

Cobs wasn't going to let go of the robot now, MePhone4 had his fun but the future was here. And MePhone4 never had luck with the future. Cobs roughly pulled MePhone4 into his office, the cluttered space now too much for his sensors to process. As MePhone4 squinted his eyes, Cobs finally let go of his frail right wrist. If MePhone4 was organic... He knew it would've bruised... luckily for him. He was just a machine, thus the only pain he got was a dull tingly feeling, that radiated off from the pain spot Cobs had held. MePhone4 gingerly rubbed at the affected area, to soothe any lingering pain the wrist felt. As well as adjusting to his wrist finally being free, and being able to experience the fresh air.

As the robot's mind was distracted with his slightly pained wrist, he failed to acknowledge his creator. Who glared at him with spite, a bitter hatred that curled his lips into a snarl...

MePhone4 hadn't noticed till, Cobs slammed his hands against a hard surface, knocking the robot out of this daze.

MePhone4's undivided attention now directed towards Cobs. The CEO continued to stare down scornfully at his creation. His face still twisted with disgust and disgrace... Oh.. MePhone4 messed up again.. that shouldn't surprise him.. MePhone4 had a knack to screw things up. He was just a failure.. he deserved whatever punishment his creator deemed fit for him.

"Did you have your fun?" Cobs spat, his nails now dung into the refined wood of his desk. The CEO hadn't bothered to sit down in his black leather seat, instead he opted to loom over his desk. His hideous shadow casting a grim shade across MePhone4.

MePhone4 could feel the apprehension tugging at his systems, crawling up his wires. As the robot met his creator's eyes, his gaze full of caution. MePhone4 sighed, the silence making him realise it was an actual question, not rhetorical.

"Y-yes Sir, thank you for letting me finish that..." MePhone4 muttered, his voice a soft breath amongst cold air. "Now none of my Con- erm- ex-contestants, will bug you.. they only cared about the million not me."

Cobs kept up a fiery glare, unyielding, never wanning, as he scoffed. Adjusting his posture, the corn cob crossed his arms.

"Of course they never cared about you. Not after all those stunts you've pulled- or after how you treated them," Cobs smirked, derision dripping in his tone, "who could care about you MePhone4? First of all, you're a machine, no one could ever care so deeply for a machine. Let alone one as flawed and bugged out like yourself."

Cobs shook his head, clearly amused about how despondent MePhone4 was getting by each word he spat. The fact that this reality clearly hurt MePhone4 deeply, that no one could care for a machine.. it was humorous for Cobs. Cobs could barely contain the laughter that dared to exclaim from his mouth.

"Finally, look at you MePhone4. The way you present yourself is a disgrace, a disappointment... No one could care for a cold-heart machine like yourself."

These words stung, a hollow pain inside his systems that ached. MePhone4 brought his shaky hands to his screen, suppressing tears that pricked at the corners of his eyes.

MePhone4 nodded his head.. he hated to admit it.. but unfortunately Cobs was right. He was bugged. He was faulty. He was a machine. Just a machine. Nothing more. Nothing less. Ones and zeros.