Self indulgent Frejbog
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Small little fic?? Ficlet?? Basically Chernobog's been in control for a little too long and miss Skov is starting to miss her cyborg enigma. Very self indulgent,,
Very obvious Emfrej and very one sided Frejbog. I havent written in ages so pls ignore if smth doesn't make sense or is spelled wrong,, Chernobog referred to as "It" as usual!
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Third week.
The third week of the most recent, unusually long override. What’s even more strange.. It hasn’t left base. Usually It’d leave to temper with global security centers and come back. But It just.. Hasn’t.
No one at Talon says anything about it. It walks past them in the hallway and they don’t even bat an eye. None of them seem to care.. Except one woman, obviously.
Freja Skov.
Of course she’d care. She notices. She notices how whatever possesses her dear friend’s body treats it. Slouched, slow, those odd whispers even louder than usual. It’s disrespectful. And the fact it seems to somehow always have Its eyes on her of all people.. As much as she wants to deny it, Its gaze terrifies her.
She never shows it. Of course she wouldn’t— she’s not the type. Yet.. She feels like it’s obvious to her friend’s parasite.
Skov was sat on the couch, browsing through her tablet, deciding which bounties she would and wouldn’t take, small bag of salted black licorice in hand, taking one in her mouth every once in a while.
She may have looked put together, but she’s far from it. Her mind is somewhere else. She hasn’t registered the last 4 bounties she’s scrolled past. She’s lost in thought.. She misses Emre. His voice, his stupid jokes, his touch.. She misses all of it.
Almost three weeks without a word spoken between them. It’s nothing compared to those years they spent apart.. But the fact he’s right there. But.. It just isn’t him. It’s torturous. Like dangling the cell keys in front of a prisoner.
She misses her friend. Her friend who walks past her in the hallway with no words spoken, her friend who gazes at her from across the room with those empty eyes. Her friend.. Who’s trapped in his own body.
“Frej.”
She snapped her head in the direction. “Emre!” Her first thought. But.. It isn’t.
“..You.” She placed her tablet and bag down on the coffee table.
“..Analyzing..”
She stared at It. Its eyes fixed on her face, the symbol on the chest seemingly calculating something.
“..What do you want?”
“..Analysis complete.”
“..And what’s the conclusion, hm?” She thought she’d entertain it.
“Subject; ‘Frej’. Currently longing.”
“..Longing?”
“Correct.”
She hummed quietly.
“..You’re good.”
“Affirmative.”
“..Are you collecting data?”
“Access denied.”
She sighed.
“Alright.. Why are you here?”
“Former research proves host efficiency increase when Subject; ‘Frej’ is nearby.”
“..Mmhm. And?”
“Subject; ‘Frej’ requires boost in morale. Researching potential methods..”
The woman muttered a subtle “what?” Under her breath, staring at It.
“Research complete. Possible methods to boost human morale include nourishment, entertainment, distraction and physical affection. Initiate scan..”
“..Provide explanation to the currently initiated scan.”
“Scan interrupted. Error: instructions cannot be completed during scan. Scan re-initializing..”
The woman rolled her eyes, then had no choice but to wait.
“Scan complete. Scan proves most efficient way to boost the subject’s morale is through physical affection.”
“..What– what.”
It fixed Its gaze on her.
“..Amazing, you figured that out. Will you let him go?”
“Negative.”
“..Of course.” She turned back around, grabbing her tablet.
It stepped closer, sitting next to her, staring at the woman's face. Freja didn’t look up. She figured It’d have to go away eventually. It’s an ai running on programs, no reason to entertain it further.
It’s gaze remained fixed on her as It reached a hand over, placing it on her forearm. The woman flinched lightly, staring at ’his’ hand.
“Subject; ‘Frej’ emotional status; distressed.”
“..Don’t touch me.”
“Command refused.”
“What are you trying to do?”
“Boost morale.”
“..What.. Through.. Wait- is this your attempt at physical affection?”
“Affirmative.”
“..Reactivate host.”
“Command refused.”
“..Of course.. This isn’t even close to it.”
“..Learning sequence initialized.”
“..Learning sequence?”
“Correct.”
“..You.. Want to learn.. How to show affection?”
It refused to answer. Just.. Stared at her.
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I love Frejbog.. So much.. I um hope everything makes sense!! Again I havent wrote anything in ages so this might be kinda shit
