Not Human (A Fangle/Moxy ONESHOT)

Not Human

Foxy's breath hitched as it suddenly opened its eyes. Slowly, from where it lay, the robot looked around trying to take everything in front of it.

"Hello. You must be my creator." The voice was a bit different as it vibrated a little- one of the characteristics of robots that can tell them apart from humans. Foxy almost looked disappointed but the thing Foxy invented smiled like she did. And that seemed to take everything away from Foxy's mind, for now. Looking at it from top to bottom, Foxy could say he was quite proud of this work. It took 3 months to complete with all the programming and coding but Foxy was glad. Foxy didn't give up.

Foxy smiled back and took it on a hug. Head hung lowly from its shoulder. "I'm glad you're back...Vixen."

It only blinked in confusion.

. . .

"Although you are a robot, starting now your name is Vixen. I am your boyfriend...not creator. My name is Foxy," Foxy tried to explain to it again.

"I am a robot," it only said.

Foxy sighed. "Yes you are. But...starting now...as your owner, if you prefer categorizing me as that, you should forget you are one. You will blend in society living like a normal human being and stay with me as my girlfriend. Your name is Vixen Cawthon. You are 19 years of age. You are currently in love with me. This is an order from your creator. You can only address me as Foxy. Do you understand Vixen?"

"Robots don't usually have normal human names. And shouldn't I be 1 day old? I won't be able to feel any emotion such as love. "

Foxy glared at it. Foxy programmed this thing to have the same personality as her but with all thoughts only focusing on success, Foxy didn't actually think straight and forgot about taking out her snappy attitude. So much for hard work.

"What do you suggest I call you then?"

"I don't know. According to my database, based on a survey, the most popular robot name is...Baymax."

Foxy groaned. "No. Your name can't be based from a B** He** 6."

"Why not?"

"Just because. Stick with Vixen," Foxy tried again.

"I don't want that name", it answered, and turning its head away like it was sulking.

"Why are you two so much the same?"

"Not my fault you programmed me like this. I want my name to be Baymax," it said again.

"Yeah. If she was a robot, she probably would have told me that too," Foxy mumbled.

"Who's she?"

Foxy almost forgot. Foxy programmed this thing with having the most sensitive hearing.

"No one. Go to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow."

"No. I'm not sleepy."

Foxy groaned for the nth time. It really was like her. But despite all these imperfections...Foxy felt...happy.

"Goodnight Vixen."

"I'm not going to sleep. And my name is Baymax."

"You can have none of that. Go to bed now before I decide to turn off the lights."

It suddenly looked scared. Foxy figured it had the same phobia as her. It scrammed to bed as Foxy tucked in bed next to it.