Trust Is a Valuable Thing if your Partner Doesn't Have A Virus

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It woke up.

Looking around, Steven could see a white, tile floor and mint green rugs and decorations hanging from the walls. There were pictures on the walls that were rather guiding people on where to go (the ones with more blank designs with arrows and simple words) or bright, cheerful posters that advertised all sorts of extra activities this place to offer. 
This building seemed like a calm place, one that would emit joy, even. But its eyes were wide open as it clenched onto the lime iPad which had fallen in this room with it, looking around for the exit almost immediately. Where had it teleported in its sleep?
This place, though it was completely and utterly empty, seemed like some sort of daycare, but it didn't exactly have all the children's activities or sources to learn (other than posters and a few books on... machinery? Odd thing to have in a daycare.) that a regular children's nursery would have. 
It pushed itself up on its robotic feet rather than on its knees, which, for a reason it wasn't sure of, were somewhat scraped from the tile. This was tile, right? Then why was it's knees damaged from simply sitting in that position? It stood up and began to look around for the exit. 
Where was the laboratory it was at? Where was MP!Periwinkle and Sara?
And even Steven was surprised it'd ask itself this, but where in the world was that stupid protogen? 
It lowered its small eyes and glared down at the device, attempting to turn it on or head inside it. Neither worked and it began to get suspicious. Where was this place, anyway? 
For being gone from this place for over a decade, when it really inspected it's surroundings, it got where it was immediately.
No. No. Steven couldn't be here again. Not after it escaped. The robot's thin shoulders tensed up as it turned around and tried to dart to get outside of this place. Maybe everyone else was waiting outside, maybe they left it here, but Sara would stop them.
She would stop them, right? No, of course she would. It knew that with the heart it technically didn't have in its chest.

But then it bumped into something, or... someone, feeling their oddly cold skin against it's white-painted metal surface. Because the voice assistant was staring at the ground intensely, it didn't see their face, but it hoped they could help it get out. 
Unfortunately, it knew this couldn't be a dream. It never had dreams like this. They're just replayed memories that Steven gets to pick out if they do have any sort of 'dreams.'
The problem was that it never got to pick this out. It had no sort of control.

Green shoes. That's what the stranger had. Dull, green shoes and worn out grayish pants. It looked like they worked at this place and hadn't really bothered to pick out a good outfit to take care of any children as the whole daycare thing here would suggest. It stood up fully but felt as if it couldn't look up if it was at gunpoint, simply looking at the beings shoes and letting its opaque glasses do all of the eye contact work. This was only due to being nervous and in a place it didn't want to be in, until it heard that voice. His voice.
"Steven!" the voice spoke with a crisp tone and a fanged glare. It immediately recognized the voice as one it never, ever wanted to hear again since it left this forsaken daycare.
Lucas.
 How did this monster know the name that it gave itself when it ran away on that day? It really didn't want to think about it. All it wanted to do was run. Or get its revenge. All the days, the years that it spent as its innocence and love for the daycare buckled and shattered under Lucas's grasp. It really wasn't one for violence, or especially murder, but it had to put this freak of nature's disgusting self down. For once and for all.
"You. Get away." It knew he wouldn't listen. Wouldn't even try. It didn't look like that soft caretaker who still wondered where its creator was when that was happening, anymore. But it still knew that he thought it'd listen to him. He did know it's creator, after-all, but now that Steven hadn't seen it's creator for over two decades, who was it to care? It missed her and wanted to see her again, but it wasn't desperate like how it used to be. The robot no longer had that desperation that completely tore apart its early life.
"Come on, it's me. You remember me, don't you?" He said with a... ominously cheery tone. It was almost as if this... he couldn't even be considered human, so let's say creature, was trying to act as if he did nothing to it, as if it was overdramatic. But it knew it wasn't.
"I do. You're foul, are you aware of that?" It asked, stepping back and glaring directly at Lucas. Steven pulled off it's glasses and stared at him, watching as his face contorted into one of hurt.
"What-- what did I do?" That set it off. He was acting like he didn't know. Didn't bother to think about what he did after the decade it left. 
If it was going to be stuck at this horrific daycare, then it might as-well do something that'll bring good out of the experience. 

It didn't feel like it could control itself, letting its arm throw its glasses to the ground. It heard a loud cracking sound, but didn't bother to check. This feeling, it was as if... something was controlling it. Robots couldn't have adrenaline, could they? So what was this feeling? This feeling of power, the feeling that it didn't care what else happened as long as this freak was gone? The violence protocol it'd installed for 0718 should've kicked in at that time, as it was inching closer to Lucas to do something it knew it wouldn't regret, but the protocol seemed to of broke.
To let it do what it needed to.
Steven mentally prepared itself as it saw Lucas's hand slowly reach for its hip as he said: "Hey. It'll be okay. You know, I care about--"
And that's when it gripped onto his wrist, right before he touched its hip, and managed to break it with a loud snap. He immediately pulled back and watched as Lucas let out a scream of agony. His wrist was already heavily discolored and unnaturally bent backwards, and it wasn't aware of how much damage it was able to do. Something inside of it made it feel sort of strong, and it wasn't sure whether to enjoy the feeling or not.
All it knew was that it definitely enjoyed seeing Lucas like this. It felt sort of delighted seeing him get what he deserved after torturing it and he harassing its creator (it always assumed he had, even though it'd only seen them interacting once, and it was quite positively-- why wouldn't the monster?) and going for it next. "My-- my wrist!" The loud cry didn't exactly... sound like Lucas. It was high-pitched, feminine... It then shook its head.
Steven knew it missed Sara and MP!Peri, back at the laboratory, but to the point of hearing their  wails in such a monster like him? Even thinking about something like that was vile. So it put all the other thoughts it had in the back of its head, glared at him and grabbed the broken wrist again. For some reason, oil was beginning to pour out from it's hand, considering that was its 'blood,' but it couldn't feel the pain, so it therefore couldn't care a single bit about the possible danger of it's hand injury... or even how it happened in the first place. What was on Lucas's wrist that was causing it? Sometimes having no nerve wires anywhere below its shoulders came in handy. It balled its fist up and noticed tears beginning to stream from his face, dripping from his cheeks and pouring down his neck.

Lucas, crying? Its brows furrowed, somewhat in confusion. It knew it was mostly likely because it had adapted to him acting a certain way, but perhaps humanoids had that reaction when it came to their lives being at risk. It believed it knew them well, very well in-fact, but it could barely remember anything about humanoids right now. Or humans, or... anything. All it could focus on is the violence it was aiming for. The need for it was getting greater. 
"Please, stop. Stop. I don't want to do it to you, too, I..." His breath was getting heavier with each word, but it was confused on what he meant by 'do it to you, too.' Who was he referencing? What was he even talking about? His panic irritated Steven rather than making it pitiful, though with anyone else at any other time it'd be calmer. Concerned, even. But it wasn't either of those. It wasn't going to be. Steven's fist rose before it swung at the vampire's face, making him stumble back and look at it for a moment.

It wondered on how this fight was going to go down. It wasn't as strong as him, though it did have a thin layer of metal as skin which was simply painted and coated over. It wasn't exactly much to compare to humanoid limbs with their layers of skin and muscle and veins. Muscle. It didn't have any of that naturally. And then an idea popped into its head. Why not outsmart him with his own muscle?
Steven rushed forward with a unconsciously sort-of-manic expression before grabbing onto Lucas's hands (both of them, which caused him a ton of pain from literally breaking it just a few moments ago) and trying to push him to the ground.
If he was at the ground, it wouldn't have to worry about who would have more power in the fight, and the whole scene would bring it more authority to what or what doesn't happen to the vampire.
And it's apparent on what it wants to do to Lucas, isn't it?
Even though one of his hands obviously flinched away immediately, it just kept trying to tamper with his balance and get him to fall. But what it didn't expect was for him to begin pushing back vigorously. With just one hand and all the power he had with tears reddening his face and a wrist that was bent like a straw, he was still winning this brawl and it almost looked like Steven was going to be the one who was being pushed to the floor. It knew that fighting anyone in terms of solely physical strength was going to be an immediate loss in Steven's case, even if it was heavily resisting the animalistic urge to do something a regular daycare-bot voice assistant would be deactivated for even thinking about, it didn't really have the physical strength to go through with it. So it thought about what it was planning when it rushed up to Lucas: outsmarting him with his own muscle.
It let go of Lucas completely and stepped to the side, watched as he realized that he was pushing himself onto nothing, and then as he crashed right into the marble-like tile ground. Dark red immediately splattered onto the tile when his head was the first thing to make contact with the hard surface. Instead of the sound of a bone cracking or two, it was metal. Metal being crushed by the violent slam against the floor. What was odd was that Lucas had no metal parts. He didn't have any metallic limbs. The only genes he had were human and bat. So what was that crushing sound, and why did it ring across the entire building? It looked down at his suffering self and took a step towards his head before gently placing one of its metal feet onto the back of his neck, planning to choke him... and also probably beat up his corpse. Just choking him wasn't enough at all. It would've asked anyone else for their last words-- if it was even okay with killing anyone else, but right now felt different. Something was urging it to murder this beast, and Steven didn't retaliate against the feeling this time. It embraced it. This adrenaline-filled feeling was making it feel... more free to do what it wanted deep-down.
It put pressure on the back of his neck, not slowly since it couldn't wait, but it felt like as if it harshly stomped there and kept its foot in that spot for whoever knows how long. Lucas was scrambling to move, but it'd gotten to him first and didn't plan to let go.
It didn't plan to, at-least. Until it heard a sort of muffled, raspy yell, something that sounded like: "What the hell are you doing?!" and almost five pairs of footsteps. It's shoulders tensed.

The two of them weren't alone in this building. And those footsteps weren't on it's side.
They were TIOC guards. 

(sorry i had like 900 more words after spending like hours writing and i accidentally pressed f12 (im on opera gx so it just completely exited out of the wattpad browser) and so it didnt save and im REALLY stressed from that so not much writing until i calm down enough to look back at a screen with words on ithhh!!)