Assumed (Knockout x Reader)

Chapter 4

        With a small hum and a smile, [y/n] stretched her arms and legs out. Her eyes snapped open at the burning on her skin caused by the scabs all over her being pulled at. She had forgotten about those, well, more like wanted them to not exist. She didn't want this whole situation to exist. Thinking that she was still dreaming, she blinked a few times and looked around. The same metal room surrounded her. A wave of dread took over, and that small morning smile was long gone. She wanted all of this to be some nightmare, just some stupid, horrifying scenario her mind had conjured up. Oh, how she hated the feeling of being wrong, especially in this case.

        [Y/n]'s eyes turned to that familiar red mech. Now she felt hatred for him instead of fear, well, maybe a little fear, but mostly just hatred. It was his fault she was stuck here. He could have called the police...maybe not...but he still said she couldn't leave! That's considered kidnapping, right? Whatever, either way-staying with that man who originally tied her up or being taken away by this alien tin can-she would still be in the same situation. Trapped.

        Looking a bit closer at this...new environment, [y/n] took note of the giant doors to her left. They seemed to be the only exit in this med-bay, as the mech had called it, but to get to the doors she would need to be able to get down from the giant metal table, which there was no possible way except jumping, but that would be suicide. Even if she were to get out of this room, she was on a spaceship that was most likely high up in the air-possibly in outer space-she had no idea how to get back to Earth. An escape pod maybe? Assuming they had one, of course. But, then again, it was probably giant alien robot sized with giant alien robot controls.

        [Y/n] glanced back over to the cherry red robot that was working in front of a purple hologram-looking screen that had foreign symbols running across it. She wondered for a moment what those meant, but she figured they were probably like alien versions of letters. She was still curious as to what they were saying though and what exactly the mech was doing. Probably something stupid. [Y/n] narrowed her eyes, glaring daggers at the back of the mech's head. Maybe she could trick him...

        The mech turned his head to look over at [y/n], as if checking to see if she was still asleep. Seeing her staring back at him, he smiled-not exactly in a friendly kind of way, more like a pleased kind-and turned his back to the holographic screen.

        "Well, good morning, little lady," he said, strutting over to his 'pet.'

        "It's [y/n]," she snapped, not accepting any form of nickname from him.

        "Not much of a morning person, are we? But thanks for filling me in on your designation," he said, putting his hands on his hips. [Y/n] only responded by harshening her glare. He ignored her look and continued speaking. "Did you have a nice slumber?"

        "It was fine," [y/n] said bluntly, allowing her eyes to soften slightly, but still glaring, nonetheless.

        "You know, if something's on your mind, just spit it out," the mech said, his smile fading as he began to eye [y/n] coldly.

        "I just want to go home," she mumbled just loud enough for his audio receptors to pick up. He chuckled.

        "Sorry to say, but that's not going to happen, doll," he would have said more if [y/n] hadn't interrupted.

        "Why not?" she snapped. "What value could I possibly be to you?"

        "Not much actually. I just thought a human would serve as a good pet," he leaned in, smirking evilly.

        "Pet?" [y/n] screeched.

        "Oh, good. Your little fleshy receptors are working," the mech went to touch a digit to one of her ears, but she jerked away from him, letting a small noise that resembled a growl emit from her throat. "Hmph, obviously you'll need quite a bit of training before you become a decent companion."