New name for Mr. Robot

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by 24orosa

by 24orosa

((TW: SWEARING, BLOOD))

"So, you know the drill, please pick out of these 4 companies willing to sponsor you."

You read through the list, and, as usual, you're unimpressed. A Pocky store? A Mr. Clean knockoff brand? McDonalds? And, as always, Hope's Peak retail, run by Makoto Naegi. You sigh and pick the Pocky store. Byakuya nods, types something in his laptop, and then slightly smiles at you. "You're free to go." You stand from the very comfy seat. "Thank you, sir." You slowly walk out of the room and out of the building. Then once you made it out you began excitedly running back to work.

~~~

You had been working on the robot for another half an hour before seeing something. A code number on his shoulder. K1-B0.

"Kazuichi."

"Yes?"

"Did you know about this?"

Kazuichi glanced at the code. "No, no I didn't.."

"Well I guess he has a name now."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Just turn the numbers into letters."

You looked at Kazuichi with a smile. "Kiibo."

~~~

You glanced at the clock again before continuing your work. 1AM exactly.

"Screw time.. I'm almost finished.." You connected the last wire and closed up the hole in his chest. You then took the sheet off the rest of him. You were completely taken aback. He.. looked so gross....

So you decided you'd completely remodel him.

It was 5AM when you finished. "Child's play" you called it. You smiled at your work. He looked perfect. You plugged the charger into him and decided to leave him there for the day. Meaning, you had nothing to do but paperwork. You sighed and wheeled your chair back over to the desk.

The end of the day rolled around and you wanted nothing more than to see if Kiibo was working. Damn it, you already knew he was gonna work. You wanted to see him open his eyes. Although, you were the one who made his eyes. You did everything you could. And when you turned the robot on it was all worth it.

"Hello. I am addressed as K1-B0. How may I assist you today?"

You were so taken aback that you gave yourself a papercut. 'Oh, great. Blood on my desk-'