midnight madness |frerard; boyxboy|

CYBERSYNONYMOUS pt.2

Before the read:

here it is! the story will be finished up in this part. also now that im typing i realize i...kind of defeated the purpose of a ONEshot, but whatever. hope you all enjoy :) 

It was around midnight when Frank heard Ray scream, then many thumps and bumps. Frank shot up in his bed, eyes wide as they slowly adjusted to the dark. His roommate usually got home around this time from work, but usually didn't scream when he arrived. For a moment, he hesitated to get up and check the sound out, then decided that Ray could really be in trouble and to ignore that would be a Complete Dick move. If he's being murdered I don't want that guilt over my head for the rest of my life. 

Frank got up and looked around for something to protect himself with. The closest thing was the bat in his closet, stashed there just in case something like this happened. Fuck, I'm really gonna have to use this thing, he thought as he felt his heart start to pound in his ears. Frank shallowed his breath as he crept into the hall towards Ray's room, bat held firmly in his hand, raised above his shoulder. 

When he reached the doorway to Ray's room, he stopped and took a deep breath before he lunged into the room. 

"Ray! What's wrong?" 

Ray was pressed against his chest of drawers, panting hard. When he looked at Frank, he appeared completely distraught. His breath was ragged and his face appeared to have a thin layer of sweat on it. That iconic puffy hair was now damp around the hairline from sweat as well. 

"What the fuck is that thing? Why is it in my room?!" Ray asked, moving closer to Frank, as if he was afraid the bot would jump out to scare him at any moment. 

"Ray, dude, relax, it's my new bot," Frank looked at G and tilted his head. "I don't know why it's in your room though." 

Frank approached G and touched the inside of its wrist, cueing the blink that started the system. 

"Hello, is there something I can do for you?" G asked, a polite smile on its face, its head tilted in genuine wonder. Frank stared in curious awe for a second at the sheer realness of the robot in front of him. Part of him wondered just how human this thing was, and if that was a good or bad thing. 

He asked G why it had stopped in Ray's room. The bot reminded Frank that he had requested it to ask Ray if he wanted his room cleaned as well. Frank explained this to his Human Roommate, who clarified that he wanted G as far from his room as possible. It was safe to assume that G would have to power down somewhere else during the night time. Frank led it to the living room and instructed it to sit on the couch, assuming that would scare Ray less when he left his room in the morning. Frank placed his hand on the inside of the bot's wrist; it blinked then went still. 

For a moment, he stood there, just watching it. He never did this with his other bot, but the other bot wasn't as fascinating. He strained his eyes looking for a movement of any kind, a sound, a glitch. Nothing. Its system was sound.

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The next several months proved Frank right: G's system was perfect. There was never any incident of him being insubordinate or attempting to self destruct. Ray swore up and down that G was real in a way, a machine waiting for them to let their guard down. Frank assured him it was a machine engineered to make their lives easier so they could be more productive people in the economy. Ray wasn't buying it, and a particular birthday party made Frank wonder if there was some truth to Ray's logic. 

"Thank you so much for letting us host Bandit's birthday party here! We just don't have that much yard space, and yours is perfect." Lindsey, Ray's coworker, threw an arm around Frank's shoulder.