[BxB] F.A.R.M. The Dating App

II Ashton

TW: Attempted Sexual assault

The underground, how can one truly describe it? It's indescribable, not because of it's beauty but because of how depressing the place is. No natural sunlight ever touches the underground, it's all warm artificial lighting that does what a sun would normally do for the human body on the surface, Roads are cracked with random bumps in between, and buildings are moldy as some are simply either concrete or brick. The electric cars all look rusted and worn down. There are a lot more neon signs either advertising bars and clubs or brothels. Women and men, walk in pairs or clusters, clutch their valuables close to them with their eyes trained forward, constantly glancing around them.

The elevator walls turn opaque once more as we descend into the receiving building below.

Stepping out of the elevator, and onto the oil-covered tile floors, was nerve-wracking. The goo stuck to my shoes as I raised my leg to inspect the liquid. The elevator doors close behind us, leaving me with a faint urge to run back and head back up to the surface, where I know I'll be safer. But I squared my shoulders and put on the best brave face I could muster and gathered all of my courage to leave the safety of the building.

Hayden hasn't said anything as he just stared at what awaited us. Past the two smiling androids, were people briskly walking down the street, some of them you can see the permanent effects of the burning on their skin. Some more so limping than walking.

The ceiling where there should be a blue sky for people to look up to was nothing but soil with glass panes and cement pillars holding it in place. The streets were oily, the street lamps emanating a warm glow to them if they weren't busted like the rest. The rusting cars drove by one after the other, releasing fumes into the air, the vents doing their best to suck it up and release it to the Dreadlands.

"Enjoy your stay, optic," One of the androids said as they opened the door for us, much nicer than those from the surface.

Optics are the official term for the heir of the EYE council, so in this case it's Hayden. Some people, mostly from the 3rd district, will usually hurl insults at them but that usually ends with a broken bone or two, for the 3rd district dweller. "Be careful of mobs."

When we stepped out of the building we were hit face first with the stench of sweat and car fumes that pollute the stagnant air. We walked towards the location pinned in the map, with Hayden leading us but follows my direction as to where we should go. The place was incredibly hot. Sweat dripped down my body in rivets and Anthony's shirt has turned a shade darker with all the sweat that's coming from him. Hayden kept glancing around him, avoiding touching or making eye contact with anyone.

"What are you looking for?" I asked as he kept patting his pockets and fidgeting every now and then.

"My stun gun, I thought I had it with me." His hand were frantic as he searched his other pockets. "Looks like I left it somewhere. But that's impossible cause I always bring that with me and-"

"Scared? Need me to hold your hand for you princess?" Anthony asked , mockingly but the crease lines across his face still tells me how tired he was, the 3rd district is pretty big, and we don't really want to chance on riding some random person's vehicle.

"No, I am not scared, maybe you are." Hayden stuck out his tongue like a kid and Anthony did the same. "Though I'd rather have my stun gun." I heard him whisper to himself but Anthony seemed to not have heard it at all since he's busy checking out some skimpy clothed girls waiting under a street lamp, who was reciprocating the attention. Some people down here are "Matchless" basically the FARM has deemed them to not have chemistry with anyone, their match could either be dead or some other circumstance.