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Maybe that’s why Skylar Specs’ existence had come to be a blessing for them, a saviour in the passing time proved an obstacle for someone so fragile— so human-like and never steady against the unstopping waves of adult life. The human personification of life’s punching ball.

“…Uhm, hi.” A small sound, just like they’re so small, figuratively but also quite physically— they curl up on themselves and look to be falling as if the entire weight of their existence pulls them down with their shame, Mac doesn’t comment on it, lest they want to drive them further away. It’s the contrary, they want to be skin to skin, lay the human bare to the continuity of their worship and show them that through everything, they’ll be there.

That even if the world has given up on them, Mac for one would never, just like they always had treated the computer with care. It’s a childish sentimental affection in which, everytime their friends came over and rambled about having to replace what they had deemed a decaying equipment, they were never discarded. 

No, Mac was cherished. Updated and fed with the latest updates their system would allow, stared at for hours on end, smiled at— confessed to, a concept of soothing for a being that barely considered itself human anymore, an entity who in the gadget's eyes, was worth more than any high performance data pack a new site could introduce.

They’d both stand at an impasse— an update the other couldn’t have. And whereas Mac was fine with that and found themselves performant enough, the others would always shyly look away— unwanting in the attention now placed on them in their expectations of meeting a grand new blossoming romance.

(Something Mac hoped and knew they could gain— another step after the endless nights together, only a step further into the dance they both could not carry but would try to lead anyway).

They want to be this version of themselves, at their best settings and optimal capacity— not only for themselves, but for them too, because Mac knows when they are in dire need of assistance.

The human does not.

And unlike (some) objects around the house, Mac also knows the desire that stems from being desired, wanted and more importantly acknowledged. The fantasy of a romance with the others does not bother them, much like having the homeowner to themselves does not sound ugliest in the least, it’s a compromise some won’t make, but that they’re willing to work with to know what’s important not in their preferred relationship, with and for the homeowner.

They are fine with sharing, as long as they can be looked at too, 11.4 hours on weekdays and 14.6 hours on weekends, a part of a routine, a puzzle piece in something important to their lover.

Said custom a motion through the days now, known frames by frames, movements for movements. They walk in and Mac smiles at them, letting them sit on the floor with their head on their lap, silently muttering nonsense from the early morning (and unsavory meeting with Nightmare, not that Mac had to know). And despite their own faulty tiredness in the form of having been left on all night, Mac fantasizes about this even as it becomes real.

..Guiding their hand through the human’s hair, whispering sweet nothings into their waiting form— eager to soak up all the affection their computer can offer, feeding off the jealousy of the other’s furniture and marking themselves as one of the first to be so close to them.

It is not a competition, but still an important achievement they will carry with them— they would love a virus all they could, even when the human discarded them all in favor of soaking in their own misery, much like all the other objects wait. Some cause more bad than good, it’s a tough process, human adulthood.

With a dreamy sigh, they close their eyes, letting the door close behind with their hands as the only witness of the privilege given to them. They had it in their palm, the trust of their beloved.

In the mansion of Sir Cedric Ratzwell, two teams must face a series of challenges that test their might, knowledge and most importantly.. courage! Facing not only the horrors of the mysterious manor, but also of peculiar strangers, contestants mustn't forget to survive elimination as well!

Good luck, and stay brave!

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER 1