Rk1000 (Conkus) (Connor x Markus)

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CHAPT. 7

*This is where the time skip happens*

*The hotel is still in good condition, only recently being abandoned. It was like it was still in use, being perfectly functional and tidy.*

*Okay let's go!*

Connor's face grew hot when he was first notified of the arrangements of the living quarters. He felt slightly exasperated at himself. He quickly entered his room and locked the door. He hurriedly took off his beanie and jacket.

(When first typing this I wrote licked instead of locked and I almost started laughing really loudly IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS)

('He quickly entered his room and licked the door' LMFAOO)

He let out a shaky sigh while he mentally freaked out. 'My room is next to Markus!?'

He tried his best to suppress the girly giggle that threatened to escape his lips.

He was smiling widely while blushing madly. He slid down the door and lowered himself to the ground, covering his grinning face while giggling. He then suddenly jumped up and bounced on his tiptoes, full of energy. He ran into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

His hair was disheveled and his face was as blue as the sea. He had a wide grin plastered on his face. His LED was flashing orange and pink, rapidly swirling. He looked hysterical. He then instantly forced a neutral expression while carefully fixing his curls. His LED slowly shifted to orange and yellow, then formed flecks of blue and then shifted into a solid blue colour. He let out a deep sigh and formed a small and calm smile.

His eyebrows then furrowed and he averted his eyes, biting his bottom lip. His face was still blue, but not as opaque as before. He whispered to himself, faint static lacing his words, as an excruciatingly warm feeling began pooling in his stomach.

"Why do I feel these things towards Markus..?" He looked down to his stomach. "Why does my abdomen hurt?" He gently wrapped his arms around his stomach. His body felt fluttery and his legs felt fuzzy and numb. His LED swirled yellow and orange. "U-uhhm... O-okay..?" He stuttered to himself. His automated breathing algorithm glitched, causing his breaths to speed up a bit, and his face grew hotter. He sensed his stress levels reach up to the 70's, and gradually rising. He left the bathroom, confused, and flustered. There was a desk in the corner of the room with a swivel chair next to it. He decided to walk over to it and sit down.

However, the moment he sat down, he jolted back against the seat, back arching and LED swirling red and pink. His stomach fluttered to the extent of paralyzation, and he couldn't move. His arms felt wobbly and his thighs numb. He involuntarily let out a shudder, a small and quiet pained cry escaping his lips. His stress levels raised to the 90's. Multiple errors popped up in his peripheral.

The paralyzing feeling in his body slowly subsided, his abdomen aching and fluttering. He was heavily breathing while trying to relax his spine to move, however unable to. He closed out of the errors, however some didn't leave and a few others popped up as well.

'Why can't I move my body?' He was really confused as to why his system was acting up like this. He fluttered his eyelids closed, slightly embarrassed. He ran a diagnostic, and rebooted his spinal functions. Fortunately, his back suddenly relaxed, finally able to move again. He weakly smiled in response. He leaned forward, gently putting his palms over his lower abdomen. Apparently, his system had decided to blindly put him on the highest sensitivity setting he had and it made Connor grimace at himself. He quickly turned it back down to 30% in embarrassment.

He sighed in relief as the pain left his body, but instantly came back when he tried to stand up. He fell forward, but caught himself on the edge of the desk. He weakly stood upright, however slightly hunched forward, his legs a bit wobbly. He shakily walked over to the bed, and laid himself upon the soft sheets. He sighed aloud and cuddled himself up into the warm sheets and pillows.

He slowly drifted off into recharge, hugging his knees.

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So, I'm going through all of this crap, and I realize that I was (and still am) fuckin trash at writing. I don't understand how so many of you peeps even liked this, it's disgusting. But, I mean, one mans' trash is another mans' treasure, I guess?? I don't know. If it's what you like, then I'll give it to you.