BBS one-shots

2p! Terrorsnuckle

"Fuck!" Brock yelled loudly as the room filled with smoke. "Jesus Christ. Would you stop fucking up. It's annoying as yell." Craig yelled back at him from the metal stairwell, waving a hand above his face, trying to get smoke away from him. "Oh I'd like you to try dip shit. It's harder to fix a half human robot then do nothing the whole entire time!" He shouted back before going into a coughing fit. Before Craig could yell back, Evan interrupted. Coughing as he walked down the stairs, he walked up to Brock. As the smoke cleared, they both looked at the dismembered body of one if their former friends.

"What's wrong with it?" "I don't fucking know. If I did he would've already been up and running. Nothings wrong with the motherboard in his brain, and his heart is still pumping with the blood we created, but he keeps shutting down at types when stressed. His human emotions are probably taking a toll on the robotic counter parts." Brock replied, about to start fixing on the body when all the lights went off in the warehouse. "Ahh! What the fuck?!" Someone yelled from above. "Dammit, the stupid power went out again." Evan said, digging into his pocket for a phone or light of some sort. He pulled out a flashlight he had, and turned it on. "Ugh, how the hell am I suppose to work on him now." Brock said, rushing a hand in his hair, getting a headache from all of the work and the random power outages that happen for no reason. "Just take everything home. The power only goes out here." Evan replied, walking away. "But I can't!" Brock yelled out. "Why? All you have to do is load the hunk of metal into your car and leave. " "But-" Brock cut himself off, not wanting to give away his secret. "Fine! Just go already so I can focus on putting him together, geez." Brock said, quickly turning is back away from Evan. Evan raised an eyebrow but didn't really care. He climbed back up and yelled at everyone else to go ahead and leave.

Brock sighed out as he put the last pieces back together. "Ugh, finally. Hey! You can wake up now." He told Brian, slapping his face trying to get him up and running. Shortly, a blue light started to illuminate the room as Brian sat up on the counter. There was a loud vibrating sound as his system started up and ran blood into his heart. He looked around the room before looking back at Brock. "You done? Come on. Let's hurry up and get out of here." Brock said as he started to walk out. Brian hopped off of the counter and quickly walked next to Brock.  "Did the power go out again?" "Yeah, no shit. Why else would all the lights be turned off." Brian decided to stay quiet as he could tell that he was in a really pissy mood. Brock would usually act like this anyways but anyone could tell the difference if you knew him like his friends did.

They walked out of the warehouse, Brock making sure the security is on, before walking out to were Brock's car was located. Brock hurried into the car, getting in before Brian reached the car door. He already started the car off as Brian opened the door. Brock immediately pushed on the gas and they both rushed onto the highway. Brian could noticed that they were going above the speed limit, and were going past a couple of red lights. "Is something wrong?" Brian asked. Brock only gripped onto the steering wheel, making a sharp turn into a neighborhood.

They kept driving down the neighborhood untill they got to a run down part. Brock stopped in front of what looked like an abandoned apartment from the outside. They both got out of the car, Brock still rushing to do what ever he had to do inside while Brian tried to keep up. They walked in and the receptionist waved at them, and Brock exchanged a forced smile at the lady before going into the elevator. "Is this where he lives? Why is he in such a rush to get to his own home?" Brian thought as the elevator took them to the fourth floor. Brock already had his keys in his hands, running over to a door and quickly opened the door. As soon as the door opend, they could here screaming and crying. A unfamiliar woman pushed Brock back, handing a baby into his hands. "Why the fuck are you always so late?!" The woman yelled and the baby continued to cry in his arms. "At least some people actually have a job to keep! I never yell at you when you come home drunk off your ass!" He yelled back at the woman. They kept yelling at each other as Brian just stood there, confused out of his circuits. The woman turned her head when she noticed Brian and it seemed like she completely for got she was just yelling at someone. "Wow, who's your friend, or should I say pet." She cood and walked towards him. Brock jumped in front of her, bouncing the baby in his arms in a attempt to calm the baby down. "Don't you have a job interview you have to run to?" Brock said annoyed at the other. She snarled. "You don't tell me what to do, but I guess. I'll be back in an hour. I don't care what you do, just don't kill the kid. " She said before walking out and into the elevator. Brock let out a sigh, walking into the apartment. It was actually in better condition then what Brian originally thought because of the looks outside. Brock laid down the baby down on the couch and walked into the kitchen, looking through the refrigerator. The baby was still crying, hungry and tired. Brian walked up to the couch and sat down on the other side of the baby. When she noticed the movement if the couch, she stopped crying and looked or to Brian. He gave the little one a weird look as she started to crawl over to him. He took the kid into his arms and started to rock the baby. Brian never had any experience with any children but the way he was handling the kid just seemed right to him. "Dammit. You're stupid mother doesn't feed you enough." Brock said,  as he walked into the livingroom, carrying a jar of baby food. He gave a glare towards Brian when he noticed the baby in his arms just looked away.