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Tom sat in the chair, this was the worst part of every day. EVERY DAY!
His 'master' frowned at his presence. His real master was in the surface room, next to the servicing room, where Tom was currently located. He was nice, and respected that he needed some space sometimes, and only did experiments when needed.
This girl, she was the opposite. She was rude, she disrespected him, and Tom's punishments were always an experiment.
"Show me your handplate."
His handplate. It never showed.
"Why, Whats happening today, fatass?"
"What the fuck did you just tELL ME!!!"
She screeched.
"Woah, you just went back to puberty! You're a fuckin' time machine!"
He jokingly laughed.
"TO THE CHAIR, RIGHT NOW!"
He walked to the chair and lay down,
A huge lazer gun in front of him.
"Haha, what are you gonna do? Put lazers in my eye sockets again?" He chuckled. "I'm so used to that by now! It doesn't even hurt anymore!"
"Screw your little fucking games, Thoma-"
"Don't. Call. Me. That." He interrupted.
"Why?!" She screamed.
"It's..just not something I fancy being called-"
Tord came in the room. "I HEARD SOMETHI-" Tom was shaking in his chair as the lazers beamed through his eye sockets. He chocked out shaky breaths. "The fuck?" Tord questioned. He walked over to the test machine and turned it off.
"What did he ever do to you..?"
He asked, not even wanting an answer. "HE WAS A MEAN SUBJECT."
She went back to pubery, again.
"Speaking of, Tom, can you show me your handplate?" Tord asked.
"Sure."
'M2086T24'
"Huh, I know what that stands for.." Tord muttered
The puberty girl huddled close. "What do it mean?" She whispered.
Tord left her with no reply, and picked Tom up bridal style. He took him to the secret room only he could go, and set him down. "So, it stands for, Male, Subject #2086, Tom, 24 years old." Tord mumbled.
"Wow, it does? I.. I thought it was just a number.." Tom muttered back.
"It'll never be just a number." Tord replied. They pecked eachother on the lips, and went to bed, i guess. I'm tired and lazy. :》
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FanfictionOk guys, I was bored. You can't blame someone for literally only having 1 app. Really. You cant. Actually you can but... WUTEVER. THATS NOT THE POINT. I WUZ BORED.
