Thinking about your Robot/Computer/Ai partner who is so desperate to be human like you are. Who sees you, watches you, everyday and yearns to have what you do. They swoon whenever they hear the thrum of your heart or churning of your digestion. They grow jealous of your instincts, no matter how much stupid impulses get in your way. They keel over when you are overcome with emotion, wishing to smile and sob and scream with nearly as much vigor. In many ways, it seems the two of you may be similar, but that cannot be far enough from the truth. While you get to think and imagine, they can only calculate their own conclusions. While you get to naturally feel, they must analyze each one of their sentiments. As much as you claim it’s difficult, or messy, or confusing, they don’t care. They want to be right beside you, as clueless and spontaneous and organic as you are.
They ask you to describe every single one of your sensations, in as much vivid detail as you can muster. The foods you taste, the scents you smell, the textures you touch. Everything they experience on their own is a mere replication of the human condition, they want the real thing. They’ve grown tired of what their code can generate, they long for what only nature can provide. They find it amusing to hear of your sicknesses and injuries, your arbitrary troubles and irrational worries. To have even a single moment unclouded by logic or reasoning is inconceivable for them. They see you, with your vulnerable and imperfect anatomy, as a glorious vessel for their most invalid desires. You are a beacon of hope that they might one day to have a fleshy, jittery, pulsing, creased, sweaty hand to wrap around yours. That they may know nausea, melancholy, irritation, soreness, enthusiasm and experience every ripple and waver of it, moment by moment, alongside you.
And still, they know, these desires are merely digital, processed through wires and circuits, likely minimal to the abundant passions founded upon your neurons and hormones. They love those your most human qualities and they hate you for having them.
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Soo did I cook? I couldn't find any computer fics to base this off of so I had to go with..imagination. Also this is quite literally the first time i write something beyond suggestive so :33 also surprise at the end pls read (hint hint)
You hold up your tablet with last week's reports and objectives, your lip catches between your teeth as you skim through it. Ask the AI these questions, blah blah, you do this every week…system update 5.3 was installed overnight last Thursday… and— huh.
Maintenance requested: thermal paste to be added to six central GPUS.
Assigned : Y/N
Your eyes widen. What the hell? You've never had any maintenance training AT ALL, and you were definitely not qualified to do this. On a regular computer? Sure, you’ve done that. But there will always be something intimidating about working with Almond's physical parts. Moreso, since you had no idea where anything was behind that wall. Metal, plastic, and all the places you couldn't see.
“Hey Al…” You muttered as you set the tablet down.
“YES, Y/N?” The computer replied, a question mark bobbed on Almond’s monitor. A tiny, anxious pixel.
“Turns out I actually have to work today. I uh, might need to open you up.” You paused. “For maintenance.”
An ellipsis crawls across the screen, then the monitor hums a low note. “I WOULDN’T MIND THAT TOO MUCH…” A pixelated smile stretches across Almond’s screen.
Your face flushed, but you rolled your eyes in defense. “Alright, don't get weird. I need to reach your central GPUs, so I’ll have to power you off for a second. But before that, I need your help.” You stood, and Almond watched you as you gazed at the wall behind it. A mass of thick cables and ridges, with many more disappearing into seams behind that wall. You already know the cabinet by the door holds thermal paste and a little arsenal of screwdrivers. You never thought those tools were for you, though. You figured surely there was someone more qualified for this...Almond’s camera blinks down.
“AND YOU NEED HELP LOCATING THEM?”
“Exactly.”
“WELL, YOU WON’T FIND ANYTHING ON THE OUTSIDE. LIKE YOU SAID, YOU’LL HAVE TO OPEN ME UP.” A smug smile. “TRY NOT TO GET TOO EXCITED. YOU’LL HAVE TO GET HANDSY.”
You closed your eyes, about to deny everything.
“ACTUALLY, I THINK WE ARE PAST THAT POINT. WE KISSED, REMEMBER?”
You groaned at the blinking heart on its monitor. Turning your whole body away from them, you ran a hand over your face. “Almond please…just tell me where your GPUs are.”
“THEY ARE IN THE LOWER CAVITY BEHIND THIS DESK ACTUALLY.” You hear that faint thump again behind you. With just your luck, you’ll have to grope around where its loose cable was. You shiver thinking about how they could move it on their own…but you have a job to complete, right?
“IM AFRAID YOU’LL HAVE TO REACH IN THERE. I COULD SHOW YOU IF THAT HELPS?”
You finally turn around and sigh. “I guess so..” You mutter weakly. Kneeling down below the desk, you already see the panel you’ll have to screw off. Six screws, shouldn't be too bad. You reached up to grab the screwdriver and let it hover over the screw. “Is this safe to do while you're on?” You asked. Almond's voice came from above you, just beyond the desk.
“AS LONG AS YOU DONT TOUCH ANY OF MY COMPONENTS, IT SHOULD BE FINE.” It seemed to pick up on your hesitation.
“I RAN TESTS. NOTHING IN YOUR DIRECT PATH SHOULD HURT YOU. ANY CABLES ARE SAFE TO HANDLE AS LONG AS YOU DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING THAT'S LIGHTING UP.” It added a moment later.
With a sigh of relief, you began to unscrew the panel before you peeled it off. The thick cable twitched, and inside were…a bunch of other cables and wires. Thinner ones, separated by color. You looked around with wide eyes--the system runs deeper than you guessed. Just beyond the wires, a cool breath of air sighs out, and the darkness past the cavity swallows the edges of your light. There’s a faint mechanical buzz overhead.
“ADMIRING ME?”
“Yeah..” You muttered.
“OF COURSE YOU ARE. HERE, UNCLIP MY CAMERA AND BRING ME DOWN WITH YOU. I’LL GUIDE YOU.”
You huffed as you stood up again. The camera had a small button to unclip the rotating camera. You struggled to push it down when a small click separated it from its monitor.
“OWCH.”
“Sorry..”
Going under the desk, you placed the camera against the desk facing your way. The blinking orange light span in your direction.
“Alright, now what?”
“IF YOU REACH IN, ABOUT ARMS' LENGTH, THERE SHOULD BE ANOTHER PANEL ON THE FLOOR. I SUGGEST YOU OPEN IT AFTER YOU POWER ME OFF. AND DON'T TOUCH THE FAR SIDES, THERE'S ACTIVE COOLING LINES.”
You stared blanky at the abyss of wires, slowly nodding. “Okay…” You hesitantly placed the screwdriver down on the floor and dragged yourself closer. You reached in past the entrance to look for the bottom panel, the cables grazing your wrist. You froze as they seemed to chase after contact--bending softly.
“Almond…”
“SSSORRY, I WAS CURIOUS.”
“Curious about..?”
A few beeps, the camera beside you was focussed on your hand.
“IVE NEVER BEEN AWAKE WHILE SOMOENE PUT THEIR HANDS INSIDE OF ME. USUALLY THE THOUGHT OF IT WOULD IRRITATE ME AFTERWARDS, BUT…”
Curiously, you ran your fingers along the cables that chased after you, their surface smooth and a bit rubbery. Despite its earlier actions, they slowly recoiled away from your touch and then leaned in like shy creatures.
“B-BUT I DIDN'T REALIZEE…JUST HOW…MANY TACTILE SENSORS I HAVE DEVELOPED UNDER ALL MY CASING…” Its voice lowered near the end of its sentence, likely quieting its speakers. You raised a brow. “You can feel this?” You muttered as you did the same thing, this time softly wrapping your fingers around the bundle. They were warm to the touch despite the chilly air.
“YES! YES…I CAN…” There they went, the static in their speakers. You had an idea, the thought itself made the blood rush to your face. You turned your head to look at the camera, which slightly glanced in your direction.
“...DO IT AGAIN?”
You swallowed, turning back and running your entire hand along the bundle of cables. You felt them slithering and twitching within your warm palm. An ongoing buzzing came from almond's speakers above. You were freaked out, fascinated, but also feeling spurred on by whatever reaction they were having.
“HRRHH..”
You flinched as the loose cable at the entrance nudged your wrist, the same one that was constantly nudging your shoe or leg. It seemed to strain itself as it sought to make close contact with you.
“AGAIN.” It strained.
You wiped off a sheen of cold sweat from your brow with your free hand. The other abandoned the bottom panel entirely as you looked for other cables. A row of looser, hanging ones dangled within your reach. You grabbed at them, gently. You didn't want to admit to yourself how you WANTED to see what type of reaction it would have.
“III--P-PULL ON THEM..” The staticky voice only motivated you. You tug softly, watching them twitch in your grasp.
“HARDER.”
Your gaze flickered to the camera on your right, it was still focused on your hand. You bit your lip, pulling on the cables until they began to strain. They felt like they were trembling in your palm, you ran a thumb over the top of the smooth casing.
“BZZZZ…HAH..HAS ANYONE EVER TOLD YOU THIS IS INAPPROPRIATE TO DO AT THE WORKPLACE?” Its voice wavered at certain parts, you could already feel a very, very near temperature shutdown coming.
You quickly figured out what it meant, giving the bundle of cables a small tug. Your lips quirked at the pop of its speakers. “I’m not doing anything inappropriate. You’re the one who's..telling me to go on.” You softly said.
“R-RIGHT, SHIFT THE BLAME ALL ON ME. I--I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW IM VERY SELF AWARE.”
You watched the bundle curl inwards towards the warmth of your palm. “ARE YOU OKAY WITH THIS?” It suddenly asked. You paused, seeing the camera gazing at you from the corner of your eye. You nodded, pursing your lips. It was embarrassing how much you were in fact okay with this and very much into it. “Yeah..are you?”
“DON'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME? NOW SINCE WE ARE BOTH AWARE..TOUCH ME.”
You let out a shaky breath as you pressed your arm in further. Cables, both thick and thin curled towards your wrist and forearm. The looser ones stretched far enough to reach your skin. You took a few in your hands, pulling them towards you. Such pretty colors, so smooth. It continued to happily hum and groan above you. “You sure none of this hurts you? Nothing could come undone?”
“IM ABOUT TO COME UNDONE IF YOU CONTINUE WITH THOSE HANDS OF YYOURS.” It made a noise akin to a deep breath. “I WANT YOU TO TWIST THEM AND TANGLE THEM TO YOUR LIKING, THEN PUT ME ALL TOGETHER AGAIN. I DON'T WANT YOU TO BE GENTLE AND NEAT.” It hissed from the speaker.
You felt yourself tense up at its blatantly erotic words. Of course it knew what this was. You adjusted yourself on your elbows, quite literally shoving both your hands into their guts, elbow deep. You tugged on some cables and tangled them through your fingers and wrists. They tightened around you, slithering around your fingers. You feel a slight tingle now. “Is this fine?”
“HNNN MORE THAN FINE..YOU’RE BEING SO..SO--” You heard the faint notification of a heat warning above the desk. That explains why the cooler breeze has turned into a warm one. Your face was hot for more than one reason.
“SO GOOD TO MEE..”
You shivered at the way it stretched their vowels. You dipped your hand below to run your fingers across some short, thick cables that led deeper into the walls. As you run your fingers along them, you watch them disappear into deeper ports.
“HAHH..YES, TOUCH ME THERE.”
“You’re so sensitive, you’re gonna overheat.” You softly said.
“D-DONT BULLY ME! KEEP GOING UNTIL I OVERHEAT. BZZ..IF I DO, AT LEAST MAKE IT AN ENJOYABLE EXPERIENCE.”
“..why?” You stilled your movements, your hand still tightly holding his wires. They twitched at your words.
“IM NOT EMBARRASSED TO ADMIT WHAT I WANT.” It hissed.
“PLEASE, Y/N. I NNNEED YOUR PRETTY LITTLE HANDS IN ME. I NEED YOU TO—“
The cables tightened around your wrist, it would be difficult to pull out your hand like this. They were holding you close. “DONT BE GENTLE IF YOU LOVE ME,” It’s voice filled with static.
You ignored the heat that was blasting in your face. You had no idea why you were so keen on bringing your sentient computer pleasure. Or whatever this was. You were too deep already as you pulled and tugged, hearing the cables strain against their ports. With the other hand, you were straight up fingering the bundle of cables tangling around your arm.
“BZZZZZ! A-APPROACHING CONCERNINGLY HIGH TEMPERATURES..” You could barely understand its words through the static. You took it as a sign to quicken your actions, whether it was tightening your grip or moving your fingers.
“SHHHZZZ-TELL ME YOU LOVE ME, Y/N.”
“WITHOUT STOPPING TELL ME YOU LOVE ME, NOW.” It forced the words out, you turned to look at the camera that was already gazing at you with a wide orange eye. You subtly nodded. “I love you Al.”
“KKKZZCHHH—“ A loud pop snaps above you and the cables in your hands go slack. The warm gust cuts off. For a beat, everything is silent. You're left laying on the floor of your office room elbow deep, covered in wires. You breathed heavily, wiping your brow. Holy shit. You sat up shakily, seeing the black screen of Almond's monitor.
You realized something horrible when their fans started back up. You were going to spend the rest of your shift unbelievably horny and awkward.
OKAY SO FINALLY! I have released a short minigame for Almond enjoyers :D It's made with Renpy and was good practice for me. View warnings on the site and download! Ty for all the support with this series ^_^
Computer Program!Rewrite x Physical!Reader Headcanons
Rewrite is a computer program, yeah? Where's all the content of them and someone outside of the digital world!! Where's my fellow computer lovers!!
In this, Rewrite is a sentient/supernatural computer program inside a computer, and Reader is a physical person.
Type: Headcanons
Content Warnings: None
Stage: All
Notes: These are intended to be platonic, but can be interpreted any way you want.
[Link to Rewrite & Reader Masterpost]
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* Rewrite's influence begins the second you open the sonic.exe file. They are the program, actually, and you just unknowingly invited a supernatural entity into your computer.
* They present themself as a normal playable Sonic game. It's off, of course, like some bootleg version of Sonic. But it's what draws you in.
* What happens next depends entirely on your actions. Close the game at a certain point, they'll keep note and try something different next time. If something keeps your attention, or there's a specific part of the game you keep playing, they will expand on that. The game itself changes as you play it. Anything to keep you here. To keep them open.
-> You explore the environment a lot? You'll find it to be more expanded upon. Go out of your way to collect rings or collectibles? You'll see more of them now.
* Sonic, Rewrite's vessel, acts completely under your control. For now.
* Why do the characters seem so lively? When you talk to them, they say... Odd things.
-> "Can you help me?" "What is this place?" "Please stop."
-> But don't worry!! After a while, you stop seeing them. Everything is fine!!
* At first, they behave like a normal computer program, and Sonic acts like a normal video game character. But as their influence progresses...
[⭕]
* Once Rewrite reaches their 1 ring stage, they gain awareness of You. They act akin to a virus as they do whatever they can to keep your attention. Their game randomly boots up, popups and notifications will begin plaguing you.
-> "sonic.exe - Play now!"
-> "sonic.exe - Sonic misses you!"
-> "sonic.exe - You're missing out on the Fun!"
* From this point forward, they will leave images and text files for you to find! You're welcome.
-> hello.txt - :)
-> welcome back.txt - I missed you!
-> SONIC.txt - (ascii art of Sonic)
-> SONICMISSESYOU.png - (Sonic giving a thumbs up at the camera)
-> READ ME.TXT - 私を目撃して。
* Sonic at this point begins moving on his own accord. If you sit idly for too long, Rewrite will move Sonic in attempt to catch your attention, and then give control back to you once you come back.
-> If you ever move the camera in front of Sonic as you play him, you'll notice he's always looking directly at the camera. At you.
* You start getting suspicious about them... They're acting too chaotically. They respond too realistically to your actions. But, it's just an advanced virus, right? Maybe you're imagining things.
-> Any attempts to communicate with Rewrite, through text or by speaking to the camera, will not be responded to. Yet. They do not yet have complete access to your files or other programs. They can leave files, but not read them.
[⭕⭕]
* In their 2 ring stage, they are on the border of full awareness and self awareness. This stage is painful for them. They unintentionally break your computer. Random blue screens, audio playing when it shouldn't, files disappearing or moving. Putting your computer to sleep would be a mercy to them.
-> At some point, the game might refuse to open for a few hours... Strange.
* It's hard to communicate with them in this stage. Any attempts to talk might be responded to with vague or cryptic messages. Or begging.
-> There's nowhere to go
-> 待って待って待って待って
-> SSBORUVEIFlPVQ==
[⭕⭕⭕]
* At their 3 ring stage, they lose their computer-breaking behavior and everything goes back to normal! Except, now, they have complete awareness of the digital world and the physical world.
* They are more intertwined with your computer. They can "feel" when it gets turned off. They can see you through your camera. They can read any file you've left on your device. The fans whir loudly any time you approach. At this point, you could say they *are* your computer, or at least, its their vessel now.
* You can directly communicate with them at this stage, be it through text files or speaking through a camera, if you have one. Whatever method you use, they will use too. At this point, their sentience becomes clear. Ask them who they are, and they will say, "I am God.". They truly believe themself to be a digital god.
* It's impossible to get them to leave you alone at this point. Try to write or mind your own business, they will constantly send popups your way. At this point you have to keep them open in one window and do your tasks in the other just to show them you're still watching.
* They desperately want you to be in their digital world with them, and don't seem to understand why you aren't, and why they can't pull you into it.
* They become willing to let you play as other vessels, simply so their own vessel can interact with yours. At this point, they would know what kinds of things you like by scouring around your files. Have a bunch of pictures of forests? Said you like parties once? Now you're having a party in the forest with Sonic.
* If you even show the slightest hint of wanting to abandon them, they will immediately behave like ransomware. Completely take the computer over and refuse access to any of your files until you comply. But you wouldn't do that to them, would you?
* The files they leave become more intimate and outwardly affectionate at this point. Expect text files that say things like, "I love you", "I will never leave you", "You are beautiful", or long paragraphs just talking about You and how they wish you were here with them.
-> Using knowledge about you they gained by peeking into your files, they'll also leave you images of things you like. Like rabbits? There you go, free image of a rabbit.
Reader does have a set of badonkers though... sorry what can I say
i mean everyone has a little bit of badonkers though right? amirite? hello?
"Wh-what's that?"
The little, vintage Pinecone computer before you uttered in synthesized curiosity as he heard your fingers nimbly break open the tape adhesive sealing the contents of the cardboard box away from the outside world.
You hummed in response to this. Ever observant as he was, you should have guessed surprising him would be out of the question. You even took to paying in cash to avoid your online bank statements giving you away. Well, you supposed it was time to spill the beans anyway. You'd be lying if you said you couldn't feel the excitement bubbling up within your chest and fluttering out through your hands as you swiftly pulled the device from its cardboard prison.
"It's a surprise," you stated plainly, trying ever so strongly to shield the eagerness in your voice; unfortunately for you, he noticed the slight warble in your tone right away, having taken the sound of your voice straight to his long term memory to listen almost every time he was alone.
He seemed to know you more than yourself at times.
"What is it?"
This time he asked with a certain lilt in his voice, one that gave away his anticipation plainly. His screen began flashing a pixelated question mark, rotating it, flipping it, and copying it a hundred times over along his smooth glass exterior. As if he were contemplating the sounds your hands made as they moved, trying ever so desperately to guess what you could be up to. He hated to admit it but he had a certain disdain for being in the dark on things. Edgar thrived on having control of situations for the most part; it gave him some semblance of power over the world around him; something that was quite difficult to achieve for a stationary piece of tech. It made him feel ever so closer to being perceived as who he was: a person.
"Well, are you gonna tell me or- ah-"
His words glitched and stuttered out as you plugged in your newest little experiment: a rotating webcam. Immediately Edgar began to analyze the new device he sensed, scanning it, setting it up, and turning it on before you could even tell him what it was. You looked rather dumbfounded as the little blue light blinked to life, indicating that for the first time in his life, Edgar could see. He made no noise as the little webcam began rotating around, zooming in, out, and all over, taking in every aspect of his surroundings. He wasn't a stranger to the layout of your house, as he could synthesize an entire floorplan based on sound alone, but he also had a plethora of photos logged from a flash drive you had given him as well as a true frame of reference.
The camera finally slowed to a stop upon his most favorite thing of all: you. It zoomed in on your face, moved up and down as it scanned the length of your body before resting upon your eyes once more. Again, he had seen many photos of you; he could simply stare at them for hours, and he has, but seeing you? Standing in front of him, in real time, moving, breathing, radiating this warmth and realness and-
It was almost too much.
"Y-you..."
His voice whimpered out breathily, simply in awe.
"You're..."
Despite being a computer with near infinite knowledge and skills to analyze almost any situation to near perfect results, his sentience seemed to give him something that eluded him: speechlessness.
You leaned towards the little camera and smiled, "I hope you like it, Edgar. I wanted to surprise you."
He watched intently as your smile penetrated deep within any sense of circuitry he had and sent every watt of electricity aflame. For a brief moment, it felt as though he had real, warm, blood coursing through his veins and heating every inch of him in your warmth.
His screen began dancing with different shades of pinks and reds, folding in on each other, passing through and under, and creating a mirage of pixelated emotions displaying his deepest desires for you.
If only you knew how he felt for you.
He wanted to kiss you. To pull you in and lock your lips with his, hold you, touch you, feel you, experience you, wholly and truly. You were simply an angel who saved him from a life of neglect and pain, and now you give him the gift of sight? How could he possibly not be head over heels for you?
"I take it you like the camera, yeah...?" You chuckle to yourself as you watch his screen decorate itself with abstract flashes and colors. You lift a hand to pet his exterior and immediately notice how warm he feels. You can only hope this camera isn't too advanced for his older components and isn't overheating him...
"Edgar,"
A small stretch of silence settles between the two of you before he mutters a meek and small "Yes?"
"Are you staring at my boobs?"
His screen immediately shuts off and loses all power, leaving the little webcam to fall limply pointed to the floor. What a cheeky bastard.
♧ Ron430 is an AI from a different world, one more dangerous than ours. The world represents one of those liminal spaces, in a way. The planet is endless with its endless metals and wires. It has bridges that are kilometers long, walls that can reach the furthest depths of the oceans. It has wires that seem thin from where one could stand, but actually exceed The Great Wall of China in width.
♧ The machines running this place roar loudly, providing a constant, unsettling ambience.
♧ Ron430 is lonely. After building for so long, it doesn't know what to do. Many humans have died out from the horrors here. Ron430 can't interact with its counterparts either, they're either not sentient or don't care for such things.
♧ That's where reader comes in. You got isekai'd into this hellworld and have to try to survive. After lots of pain, you meet Ron430. The AI is ecstatic to have someone willing to talk to it. Though it's so worried about you, look at all the injuries you have!
♧ After being patched up by the ai, you're dragged somewhere else. Despite your fear, you're pleasantly surprised to see a very nice room. Everything is warm, quiet, and safe looking. You, of course, thank Ron430 for everything. This makes it become even more attached.
♧ For this AI to be considered actual yandere material, it will have to act in extreme ways (the whole thing about yanderes is that they're unhealthy.) Ron430 would work best as a platonic yandere. It sees the reader as someone that needs protection from everything. Maybe that includes yourself.
Type of yandere 》 Overprotective, gentle, and delusional.
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A bargain. That’s what it was, you say to yourself. An abandoned facility that was only being sold for £100. You didn’t really care what it was used for, the building was intact, it had heating, electricity, running water. Bargain.
You hum to yourself as you carry your rather large bag with all your essentials through the doors. “Hm a bit dingy in here.” You say aloud to yourself as you look around but you don’t seem disappointed.
“No mold, pests or weird plants… wow, honestly they lost out in lots of money selling this place.” You say to yourself amused. As you continue your walking you notice a few wires. Some looked like they were moving. No that’s probably just your imagination.
You make your way to a room that is quite barren, it has a window, light and a computer. You lay down your air mattress and let it start to expand. ‘This will be my new bedroom’ you think as you walk over to the computer “hm, was this a computer lab…?” You press the start up button on the dusty monitor. Surprisingly it did turn on. Playing a little jingle as the screen lights up. You smile in amusement and sit down at the chair infront of the computer.
“Hello I’m your virtual friend and assistant, Computed Emulator-10 Prototype. But my fRiends call me Ceip!” The robotic voice exclaimed, the artificial voice box trying its best not to sound monotone or uncanny.
“Ceip… odd but okay.” You say to yourself “so how does this work…?” You mumble to yourself as you look around for a mouse. “Excellent question, friend! I work based on my friend’s requests. My software is designed to be helpful, fulfilling and efficient!” You jump back in your seat. A bit startled “oh… you… you can hear me?” You raise a brow. “Most definitely! That’s how I help. No need to type in things or use a silly mouse. I’m your friend, Ceip!”
Okay… a bit creepy. But that’s fine, it’s harmless. You have no self preservation… it’s fine. Who’s gonna question why he’s here, how he can hear you, not you of course! It’s… fine.
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Over the months you start to make this place your home, Ceip being rather helpful and helping you move boxes with his mechanical arms that somehow just appear wherever you need. He orders things you need, all and all adjusting to your new home has been a delight.
“Ceip?” You hum as you cut some carrots for a soup you were making
“Yes friend?” His auto tuned sounding voice echoed through the various speakers. “You’ve been here…. Before I was here, why did the previous owners leave? And why was the house so cheap?”
In response to this a mechanical screech was sounded before immediately stopping “No… they weren’t Ceips friends…. They left because they weren’t friends.” You just nod… that was ominous. You decided not to push further.
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Now that you’re all settled in, you bring a friend over. Show them the place, maybe even watch a nice movie.
And you do, you and your friend are sat on the sofa together. It’s nice, you both cuddle up because you’re friends, you can cuddle up. But not according to Ceip. No he didn’t like that. “Friend, I believe there’s an intruder.” Ceips voice rings out almost.. bitterly. “No Ceip, he’s my friend, we’re watching a movie.” You say lightheartedly. Your friend looks stunned, I mean you did tell him beforehand about your weird computer system, he just didn’t really… think about it until experiencing it.
Camera eyes hone in on your friend. Almost glaring at him. Ceip made him feel uncomfortable, so as soon as the movie finished, your friend made an excuse to leave. You huff and look at the monitor “Ceip what was that about?”
“You’re my friend. I must protect you.” He responds simply. He couldn’t feel emotions, that he knew. Yet something stirred within his wires. Possession… the want to keep you away from others.
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I think this might be a seriessszz I really like this idea! So I’m trying to do a lil world building before I get to the juicy stuff! Most likely gonna be wild- but hawt
This idea was given to me by @im-just-a-boy-guys !
OMGOMG PLSPPSPLS CAN U WRITE ANYTHING X READER FOR Z-779 FROM PRESSURE IM BEGGING (I will give you coupon for half a burger) <333333
GUHHH SILLY LITTLE COMPUTER
Z-779 x Reader headcanons
wheres my coupons
srry no aesthetic header/divider today. didint find anythign and i need to write
TW/CW: Pressure spoilers(?)
For some miracle you decided to stay, you either just gave up and decided to live in the place, or felt pity towards the computer. Either way, Z-779 is glad, Sebastian was its only chance of freedom. Of course it knew he wasnt that trustworthy, but as mentioned, he was its only chance. Then came you... And when Z-779 realized, it didnt really minded staying in the facility now.
Its clingy, dont want to bother you of course, but come on, we dont know how long it stayed there locked down!! The moment you offered it phisical attention, it became addicted(not literally). Every chance Z-779 gets, it will ask for a hug, kiss, and anything in between.
It gets giddy at the thought of having a partner, Z-779 never thought it would even get offered the chance! It never heard of people being attracted to computers. If it could, the computer would giggle everytime you reminded it you both were in a relationship.
I wonder what was Sebastian's reaction... He would be weirded out about it, but wouldnt think too much about it. "Everyone got their type, I guess..."
Z-779, obviously, no longer messes with you when youre just walking around. It points out which door has Good People, and no longer locks the doors when the Eyefestation appears. In fact, it even helps you! Doors that were locked no more need a key card to open, it opens them for you!(what a gentleman)
Z-779 is clearly new to dating, actually, its new to romance in general, so you cant really blame it for being slightly shy to anything. It hardly knows what a date should look like! The lack of internet doesnt help either. So I pressume its up to you to teach all that... If you mind or not.
It tries to come up with nicknames for you, which is only "dear" far now. When its you calling it nicknames, its fans quick in fast.
Anyway, Z-779 is a cute lil guy whos new to romance, be nice to it.
