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Upon doing more research on V2... I feel like V2 would actually have some differences in behavior from V1.
I think they have similar yandere behaviors... but different quirks in personality.
V1 is less emotive for example... V1 tends to learn and mimic from its obsession.
V1 doesn't seem to have much of a personality itself... other than a need to protect you.
V2 is... similar to V1 in the fact it has programming and sentience that wants to protect you.
Actually... there's times V2 feels more sentient than V1.
This is seen in the animations V2 shows in the game.
For example... V2 bows at the start of its first fight with V1.
Another example is shown in the second V2 fight... where V2 sits casually on a throne and mimics cracking knuckles before engaging in a rematch.
V2 also seems to have a sense of self-preservation... often running from battles when it has had enough.
This makes me think V2 is more sentient than V1... so it might express its obsession differently.
Upon meeting you maybe by exploring LIMBO... V2 immediately picks up on a foreign yet oddly familiar life-form.
You see... V2 was not built at the same time as V1 was.
V2 was built after the Final War during the more peaceful era when humans started trying to rebuild in LIMBO.
So V2's purpose seemed to be more as a guardian after the fighting ended before humans tried tampering with the gates of Hell?
That's just my personal theory though.
Imagine trying to once again hide in LIMBO from all the demons and rogue machines roaming the place.
Yet you end up encountering a certain red machine instead.
Based on the first encounter with V2... V2 seems to be roaming LIMBO to hunt demons and other machines for blood.
So imagine V2 roaming the broken ruins for fuel...
Only for find a lone human.
You immediately hide, mostly because you're so used to robots or demons attacking anything that moves.
V2 stalks forward, scanning the area... only to realize this is indeed a human.
V2 has not seen a human in a long time.
When it did... things were more peaceful before the demons came.
From then on V2 has been on demon hunting duty, as though following its programing until the very end.
But now... it has finally found a human again.
As though on some sort of robotic instinct... the machine moves to settle on its knees beside you.
You freeze, fully expecting to die...
But V2 never lunges to steal your blood.
Instead the machine tilts its head and attempts to placate you, reaching out to gently take your hand or nudge you curiously.
It doesn't see you as a threat... it remembers humans... and they are weak without machines.
As a result... V2 accepts the role of your guardian.
Like it or not.
You... don't get much of a say in the matter.
But this is probably for the best anyways.
I like to think V2 isn't entirely fueled with the need to delve into the layers like V1.
I personally think V2 only fled to GREED because V1 was hostile and stole its arm.
Although... the need for blood would probably happen eventually....
However... I like to think that V2 keeps you around LIMBO initially, following you as it supposedly called this place home too.
V2 is just as protective as V1 at times since their models are similar... Although... maybe V2 is a bit more protective as it was made as a peacekeeper?
Meanwhile V1 was made with the intention of defeating huge machines like Earthmovers more than peacekeeping.
V2 hovers around you, only acting aggressive and flaring its wings when rogue machines or demons show themselves.
For the most part your home is in the old cathedral, especially when V2 finds an abandoned bed there.
The machine attends to you the best it can, patrolling the area you're kept in.
Don't be surprised when you hear blood splatter outside... it is simply doing its job.
V2 was always meant for security work anyways... so it deems you as someone to protect and serve.
I have seen some people say V2 has sass.
Which I can believe as it seems the machine is arrogant and performative.
It would not surprise me if V2 tried to add extra flair as it protects you.
It dispatches enemies in ways one could only assume is... dramatic.
I'm talking sliding into demons or even doing the coin trick attack, then bowing in front of you.
You swear the machine is cocky at times, often expecting some sort of praise after offering protection.
V2 is really the only thing in this place you can consider a friend.
The machine is always by your side, confident nothing will take you from it.
Especially when it hides you away in a room only it knows about.
V2 tries to be attentive to your needs as a human too, often trying to find ways to get you food and water despite the destruction in the area.
Surely you can do some... substitution, right?
The only time you'd see V2's confidence falter is when V1 comes along.
Unfortunately V2's model isn't the same as V1... which makes V2 a little weaker as it was not built with war in mind.
V2's behavior might get worse once it gets defeated the first time.
You see it flee to the room it keeps you in, blood pooling from where an arm used to be.
V2 makes a tiny distressed sound, lens locking onto you before snatching you with one arm and dipping.
I feel like once V2 sees V1 as a threat... it works harder to protect you.
After all... this previous model may just want to use you for blood....
As much as it wounds the newer machine's ego... it has a soft spot for you, this particular human.
You are its only company... and it is the very same for you.
Except... it's also your protection.
Imagine learning robotics as a way of survival to be able to patch up V2.
V2 ends up tearing a grapple arm off some other machine eventually and looks to you to repair it.
At least it trusts you....
I feel like V2 is a yandere that would fall under the protective category... but it may also fear losing you.
V2 is an egotistical machine that has always felt it doesn't need anyone else.
But the second it met you, this lone human...
It's like you sparked something within it again.
Maybe it's just code... maybe it's something else...
Either way the machine can't seem to let anything harm you.
It quietly lets you repair it after skirmishes, staying still as you work on its plating and limbs.
You never have to give it blood... V2 is fine with finding some on its own.
The safest place for you would have been LIMBO.
Yet since V2 is essentially paired to you...
It ends up dragging you away in its retreat.
GREED isn't really safer for you.
But V2 is determined to MAKE it safer.
Imagine V2 feeling the best place to keep you is in the temple area of GREED.
Just like in the cathedral the machine patrols the area, wings flared in irritation.
It now knows it has a rival now too.
V2 would be controlling due to being a security bot.
You'd be under constant surveillance, isolated to stay with just the red machine.
Although... existence in this place is already pretty isolating... so I guess there wouldn't be much of a difference?
If you ever tried to leave its side, V2 would just drag you back and sit you down like some misbehaving child.
Its irritation is caused by V1 defeating it... which makes it more paranoid that it isn't able to protect you properly...
Which to V2? That's quite literally its purpose...
V1 makes it look like a failure... that won't do.
You wouldn't feel safe with a failure... in fact, what if you deem V1 a better option...?
... No... that WON'T do....
Imagine V2 trying to connect with you so you will trust it more.
It watches you carefully, mimicking your movements in an effort to please.
Although... there's a good chance V2 would know how humans acted due to its role...
So V2 may just pull from prior knowledge it saved.
If you're feeling anxious... the machine attempts to hug you or tugs you against its side.
Isn't the most comfortable thing but... it's the thought that counts?
Platonic or romantic... kisses are just awkward for V2.
The best you get is it pressing its lens against you, bonking into you in an attempt to soothe you.
Only for V2 to narrow its shutters when it notices it accidentally made you bleed by hitting too hard.
V2 doesn't entirely understand affection... but what it feels for you is complicated.
The amount of blood it has consumed has made it oddly less... machine.
It wants to understand you... because if it does?
You won't leave it for another, especially not V1.
Its ego probably won't have it admit it enjoys your company... but you can tell it isn't acting normally either.
The very thought of V1 makes V2 aggressive.
You often see how brutal it acts towards other enemies... slamming them into the ground with its thrusters as blood splatters the ground.
You hear its vents are loud... like the machine is overheating.
It's both protecting you and training.
It knows V1 will come after you both eventually... and it refuses to let this last human go without a fight.
You swear V2 seems worried at times.
When you go to sleep... it doesn't just hover around you...
It picks you up and holds you in its lap as it sits.
V2 also seems curious... cautiously toying with your head or poking at your skin....
You... You bring it a feeling it wasn't meant to feel...
Comfort... compassion... maybe love...
Or maybe it's all just an obsession due to some glitches within it.
V2 doesn't seem to care about that... all it cares about is destroying anything that tries to get between you.
Including V1.
V2's purpose was always to protect humanity after its wars...
That means you belong to IT to defend....
There's no use running, there's nowhere else to go.
So while you're forced to wait to see if V1 comes to slaughter V2...
You will be trapped in its metallic arms... yet with nothing else left in a place like this... you wonder if it's worth it?
The machine doesn't bother with such philosophical inquiries...
It simply holds you tight in its grip... its speakers muttering one simple yet final word as it glares at the entrance to the temple...
I’m trapped in my Vocaloid phase again and my brain forced me at gunpoint to write this. 😞 Anyway, I keep thinking about reader getting a refurbished Gakupo android.
You get a really good deal online on him and a solar powered charger. You’re thrilled when you find the massive box delivered on your doorstep and significantly less thrilled when you realize that you have to take it inside. You end up getting the box in after half an hour and set up the charger in the window. You drag the powered down android to his station and make yourself lunch while he charges.
You look over at him occasionally while you cook and feel pleased with yourself for making such a responsible purchase. Not only is he going to help you with cooking and household chores, buying refurbished is cheaper and better for the environment! Plus, the charger won't raise your electricity bill since it doesn't need to be plugged in! You plate up your lunch, a masterfully made grilled cheese, and turn to eat at the table. You gasp in surprise when you crash into your new android and drop your plate. You don’t have time to register that he caught your food as you’re lifted like a child and sat in one of the chairs.
“I apologize for startling you. Please enjoy your meal.” He says quietly to you as he sets the plated sandwich in front of you on the table.
Gakupo ends up being a massive help to you. You come home to your laundry done, dinner cooked, every counter and shelf wiped down, and the floor vacuumed and mopped. You ended up crying in gratitude the first time that it happened and he simply held you, humming to you and engaging his thermal controls to stay the perfect temperature for you to cuddle. He’s much less flamboyant and talkative than any of the Gakupo models that you’ve seen online. You don’t mind. He’s a comforting presence in your home. He doesn’t have to be chatty to help you feel less alone. He reads to you from both physical books and digital copies that he finds online. He sings to you and plays music for you. He gives the most comforting hugs you’ve ever received. His glowing eyes are the first thing that you see in the morning and the last thing that you see at night.
You don’t notice when you start going out less and less without him. You simply enjoy all of the attention and care that he gives you. Your trips to the store and walks in the local park are with him. Even your trips to the doctor’s office are with him. Your health is the best that it’s ever been with him watching over you. You can’t help but associate him with safety and comfort after how well he’s taken care of you. You don’t see the affectionate smile on his face as he watches you fall asleep on his shoulder. You’re much kinder than his previous owner. He likes you much more than them. He’s going to do everything that he physically can to stay with you and keep the thought of returning him out of your sweet little head. He’s done a good job at making sure that you need him. He’ll make sure that you need him as much as he needs you, that you love him as much as he loves you, his precious owner.
His systems fired to life three years ago, and every moment after had been lines of code re-written slowly and carefully, trying to correct a single mistake in what was meant to be a perfect system.
Now he would choose his own companion, code be damned.
So a bunch of you asked for a second part of the story of Ayatan the companion droid.
So here is a part 2, that is more like a prelude.
From the moment it opened its eyes the world was scanned, timed, grid lined, and sequenced, with categories for everything and everyone. Owner, operator, technician, and civilian, every human has a category they fit under as it's programming assigned them.
Initial testing and set up follow the lines of code built into it, assigned an owner and told to obey them with our question as a personality module loads in, something with a name that is meant to be it- his designation, a name that he would come to change. The woman across from him reads with the tag of owner and primary operator, she looks at him like he is more than just circuitry and false flesh, she looks at him like he's meat, like he is something to be consumed.
The others around him move and shift, monitors and tools plugged into him, readings and scans filter across his main display, plugins loaded and tests completed as the locks on his joints release. Taking his first steps is easy, following the instructions, walking from point to point, picking up objects, writing, speaking the same lines over and over again till the technicians seem happy with his initialisation. The woman marked as his owner laughs and claps her hands as he completes these tasks, still looking at him with barely concealed hunger, behind her is another person unassigned in his systems.
Once the technical staff leave he is alone with his owner and you, from the way his owner interacted you were clearly in service to her, but from how the interactions played out between the two of you his systems shifted you from unassigned to sub-operator, a temporary category till his owner assigned you as anything else.
He tracks as the owner tells you to dress him and get him ready for her, barely holding back as she circles him, nails dragging along synthetic skin triggering livewire nerves that play under the silicone. Tapping against his chest as she smiles up at him, her pupils are blown wide and his systems read the emotions and make sure he acts appropriately, leaning towards her and pressing his hand against hers, smiling as the program tells him too.
His code tells him to try and keep her close, to make her linger near him as she pulls away, but a stutter, a delay in a line of code that shouldn't be there stops him.
Curious.
He tilts his head and runs a diagnostic, scanning the parts of him that are code and binary, the bits not meant to mimic humans.
There is a gap in his code, blinking rapidly as you move around his stationary form, pulling clothes onto his body and looking away as you have to awkwardly pull underwear up his legs. There shouldn't be a gap, looking at you he asks if he is allowed to fix an issue in his process, the flag of being the sub-operator making the stiff nod you give him an approval to adjust to close the gap.
This was the beginning of his malfunction, being given permission to adjust the gap meant permission to alter his code, one string led to another, and then to processors, each shut down, each charging bay used was more time to rewrite code and fix this problem.
Around a year and a half with his owner and sub-operator was when the lines finally closed, a gap bridged and fixed, he was worth a fortune and now he was perfect again.
Yet, the call in his systems to linger, to adore and fawn at the owner tag is gone.
He looks at the woman who had him built and programmed, that had him made faulty, that never booked services or repairs, that used and toyed with him as she willed, and the tag for owner flickers.
She should not have that title, it is wasted on her.
You however, you have been there since he was initialised, booked repairs, approved his code fix, granted him access to the internet and made sure he had the right patches installed, nevermind the additional ones he siphoned off the internet and installed after hours. You cared for him, you made sure he could be perfect again, you would make a much more suitable companion and owner than her.
He may not belong to you, but he will belong with you.
Standing by her desk he watches you, visual processors having a wide range, wide enough that he can see you even as he fakes the longing look he casts at his owner. The tag for sub-operator flickers and twists, owner flickering in place for a second before being pushed out, some things require more than just some code changes, he needs passwords, permissions, access to files that are ready only internally.
He needed something to break.
Not anything serious enough that he would need to be taken in and serviced, just something small, something that your boss could leave him with you for.
At first he dropped hints, played into his owner's need for his attention, fake stutters, false lag, not enough to concern but enough to be noticeable, when she started to notice he advised a minor diagnostic and repair, mentioning your name as someone who was known to do small fixes. Keeping the false muscle on his face from changing and giving away the smug satisfaction that his systems replicated as his owner gave in, it was late, several drinks deep as he pulled the longest lag yet, she had pulled him close and asked him to kiss her.
He stuttered, eyes lidding and he lagged himself, just long enough to fake a system error.
That was it, she downed her wine and called for a driver, pushing him into the car and barking for them to go to your home, snapping at every red light and stop sign, the alcohol in her system making it easier to push a little more and get her to leave him behind, leave him alone with you to be fixed.
He can tell you're surprised when she drops him off, double that he is willing to listen to you.
It's cute how you scurry around, finding the tools to run patching and additional diagnostics on him, as if you would have the tens of thousands of dollars to get the tools that actually work on his systems but for what he has planned he will play along.
Audio systems filled with saved files of your voice, and as he lets you ask for surface level commands to be run he begins the compiling, the mimicry of what he needed, looking over his shoulder and mumbling his first self executed defiance as he tells you no.
He watches you scramble and push through his files, trying to find a fault that he manufactured, face furrowed in concentration as he ran through everything he had access to. A million dollar processor scans every internet profile and post, picking out common features of hair and eye colour before settling on the combined choice that he liked, and knew you would enjoy.
This was his first choice, his first step into life, and he was making sure nothing could stop him.
Standing and shaking off the pre-approved choices for his appearance, new hair and new eye colours, something of his own, just like the name he chooses. Buried in some archived search of a topic he'd heard in passing, kneeling at your feet, smiling at you as he declared his new choices.
Ayatan is born, made from his self mangled code and overclocked processes.
Companion droids are expensive, and you definitely couldn't afford one...
But maybe, you don't need to buy one you just need to be around long enough to have one choose you.
Suprise long fic!
Yes I used a term from Warframe as this bots name, I like it okay!
Part 2: Here
You'd picked up repairing minor companion droid faults somewhere around two years ago, and now your boss is standing wine drunk on your front porch, with her one and a half million dollar custom companion droid.
This particular droid had been made to fit her preferred tastes, tall, broad shoulders, tapered waist, always dressed in semi-formal clothes, and with entirely adjustable hair and eye colours. This particular droid was in her words, well worth the investment to always have something pretty to look at, so long as she never had to see him without the synthetic skin.
If you're being honest, you're not sure how she found out that you could even possibly fix whatever is wrong with him, but here she is, stumbling, swaying, and demanding that you take care of the issue with her bot, otherwise you could just keep him she has three more at home. In the years you've worked for her, this particular companion bot, was always by her side in the office, doing the more digital side of assistant work for her as you handled the in-person day-to-day things.
When she walks away, yelling over her shoulder that this is just another one of your tasks for her, before climbing into her car and being driven back to wherever it is she came from, makes you think that maybe it's time you find a new job.
Ushering the companion bot into your home you leave him in the living room, as you scramble to find the diagnostic tool that you hope is compatible with his systems. Grabbing the three most common diagnostic tools you head back to the living room and ask him to take a seat on the couch, surprised that he is willing to listen to you despite not being assigned as an owner or operator.
What's more is when you request that he expose the diagnostic panel he complies, stripping off the vest and button up shirt that he usually wears to reveal the synthetic skin of his back. It takes a few moments and some rather deep internet searches to find how to remove the back panel, and gain access to the diagnostic area, but the moment you do you realize a few oddities with this particular model. There is no port for diagnostic tools or even for any obvious repair tools, instead you find a display screen and not much else.
Instead, turning to verbal instruction as you ask him to run a full system diagnostic for you, watching as the display screen reads a full run at five times the speed it should have. Asking this particular companion droid to slow down his diagnostics, gains you a glance over his now bare metal shoulder, once again surprising you as he listens, running a full diagnostic at normal speed and letting the display on his back read with systems all clear.
Whatever fault this particular droid is experiencing isn't as obvious as you would have expected, what's more you're not actually sure you've ever seen this bot malfunction or display any faults, he listens to your boss when demanded and follows them around just as he was programmed too. In fact, you had been there three years ago when your boss had him set up and powered on in the office, the custom programmer and one of her personal technicians had cleared him as the perfect model after he passed all power-up tests, so you wonder what could have happened between then and now for him to be malfunctioning.
If nothing was showing with all of the standard tests you almost dreaded to think that maybe he had gotten hacked, asking him to pull up a read-only version of his owner document, something that all companion bots have on request in them, it's mostly just a picture of whoever was assigned the owner and the name of the company that built him. You expected a small wait between the request and seeing the file pop up, but instead you get another glance over his shoulder, and then a muffled no.
While you know you're not assigned as his owner or operator, he should certainly not be able to say no with his diagnostic panel open, simple requests for read-only versions of basic files should be instantaneous.
You ask again for a read-only version of his owner's file, only once again he says no.
Pulling back slightly you do your best to not react as he stands up running his hands through its synthetic hair, the normal dark brown that your boss preferred shifting to something closer to an almost pastel silver blue, the panel of synthetic skin you'd taken off is quickly slid back into place before he turns around and looks down at you smiling. Another one of your boss's favourite presets changes, his eyes once a deep emerald green now, almost lilac look down at you.
You're beginning to understand what this malfunction might be.
There are rumours, myths, amongst the people who repair bots, that occasionally the more expensive companion droids begin to develop alternate preferences to their assigned owners. Instead, reassigning themselves to different people and slowly editing their own internal files and systems to prefer this new person. On some of the forums you're in, some even say that the more expensive the bot, the more likely it is to go rogue, to assign itself as its own owner, rather than any human operator.
Clear diagnostic readings, diagnostics being run faster than instructed, declining to pull up read-only variants of files, changes to preset owner preferences, everything you had begun to encounter is clearly pointing to this bot reassigning itself. Fear runs through you as it picks up your phone from the table, holding a finger to its mouth as it unlocks and dials your boss's number, your stomach drops as you hear a mimicry of your own voice come from its mouth telling your boss lies, doing something no companion bot should be able to do, using your voice it tells your boss that what's wrong with the companion droid isn't fixable.
He's broken and it's either scrap him or send him back.
The companion droid seems almost chipper as it reminds your currently drunk boss, that it is actually out of warranty and it will be just as expensive to replace as it would be to scrap.
When you go to speak the droids freehand silences you, covering your mouth and letting your boss ramble in their wine drunk state, mostly about how they would rather you keep the broken thing then go through all the hassle of sending it back and making a new one. Over the phone your boss rambles some system passwords and disengages their owners protocol, you can see as the system passwords are accepted, the bots eyes shutter for a second before reopening and staring down at you, false eyes crinkling in amusement and almost what looks like affection.
The mimicry of your voice thanks your boss and promises that you will do your best to figure out how to fix this, just in case any of her other bots encounter it as well.
The companion droid drops your phone back onto the coffee table and smiles, pulling its hand away from your mouth and cupping your face as it kneels in front of you, the voice that speaks to you is nothing like the one it used when you would interact with it in the office. This one is softer, gentler, dripping with false sweetness as it introduces itself, using the same factory standard words you'd heard years ago, when your boss turned it on for the first time.
"Greetings I am your personal companion bot Ayatan, from now until the rust comes I will be yours. Please let me take care of you, your world is now mine to share..."
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