#gritty verse

I think that sex between BC, WS, and Em is awkward at first - but their whole relationship is somewhat awkward at first. And remember, many relationships take time to introduce sex as an element. Some of these issues would begin to be worked out (but of course, would take years to really be helped and managed) before they reached that step, likely during the friendship and developing feelings aspects of things.

But more importantly, having issues with being touched doesn’t mean you don’t have sex. I imagine Bad Cop as someone who is rather awkward at times, who doesn’t enjoy being the center of attention, and who likes to have contrl of himself as a result of his experiences. So being touched without permission or unexpectedly would probably be an unpleasant experience. That’s very different from having consensual sex with someone(s) you are attracted to and care for. 

Bad Cop does at first have issues with sex, but slow and careful talking and exploration would help im sort through these issues. Talking to Emmet and WyldStyle and slow retraining, as much as I hate to use that word, would be the way to go. It would be slow but I imagine and headcanon a very realistic relationship progression. There are stumbling blocks, and you make your way around them and over them. WyldStyle, Emmet, and Bad Cop do the same. 

It’s just all part of being in a relationship with someone: finding their boundaries and respecting them. 

They've failed - for now, but Vitruvius has hope. Vitruvius has to have hope, because he's the old guard now, he and Benny, and WyldStyle may be in charge now, she and Emmet, but they 're the ones everyone looks too, everyone wants to believe in.

Vitruvius mainly - Benny, they see as too abstract, too distracted. So many overlooking his genius because of his distraction. So Vitruvius holds the weight of the rebellion, the trust of the Master Builders.

It's heavy, painful, and they remember a time when they shared that weight, when it wasn't just theirs, but their closest friends, when the rebellion was their child, practically.

That friend is gone and Vitruvius is almost sure he'll be joining him. The robots had dragged him away, after they'd shot him, a small trail of blood marking the floor as he was dragged away, and he ujust waited, looking for a moment to attack, to go on the offesnive and get away. His friends needed him and Business' plots, whatever he had planned for him, weren't important.

"Vitruvius, old man, how /good/ it is to see you still kicking! And here I'd hope that shot would kill you," Business says smarmily, throwing him a seedy, darkly amused grin. Vitruvius just scowled in irritation.

"Maybe if you were a better shot it would have but you're hardly skilled enough to do that now are you?"

Rage purpled Business' face, the man's quick temper igniting, and Vitruvius held in his grim pleasure at the sight.

Good. Let him rage. Let him get /angry/ he'd taken enough from Vitruvius over the years and he was still trying to take m0re.

"Just for that - you get your /surprise/ a little early, got it? Bring in D4R6Y."

The string of letters and numbers is short, obviously a code name, and it makes something like dread fill Vitruvius' stomach. What the hell would he have to show him this late in the game. He'd shown off his stupid Kragle weapon, the TAKOS. He'd betrayed his Cops. He'd left the others to die and dragged Vitriuvius away to gloat over his victory so what did he need now?

Clanking footsteps approached and Vitriuvius tensed, waiting - a weapon? An actual robot instead of just his name for the poor people under his command?

"I've been waiting a loooong time for this Vitruvius. Meet my oh so special friend, D4R6Y."

The door swung open. Vitruvius' heart stopped.

A person stood in the door way, wearing one of the neat suits all of the people on this floor did. Their hair was styled in long dreadlocs, pulled back into a ponytail. They had but a single brown eye, the other hidden behind a plain eye-patch. That eye was empty of any life, anything beyond base functioning, face clear and blank as any of the robots.

they wouldn't hurt you if you weren't a person, wouldn't throw you down and touch you wouldn't break your bones and your spirit. but this doesn't happen to people. things like this don't happen to people, so you can't be a person. just a monster.

master builder, master builder, stupid master builder dog, stupid slut, stupid stupid stupid - is that what you are? you don't want to be a master builder. if there's a thing you can be, you want to be dead. dead thngs don't hurt, right?

you slip up. you tell a guard you want to die.

they bend you over a table and fuck you one after the other, over and over.

{stupid dog, don't you get it? you are dead. you're nothing. you're nothing but our stupid whore. filthy dirty whore, filthy pathetic slut, master builder, bad cop bad cop you think you could be an officer?}

dead. dead.

you're dead they say and they haven't lied yet. hurt you. killed you broken you but they haven't lied.

they killed you then. you're dead then. this is hell, you decide.

they beat you but it doesn't hurt. it can't hurt, you're dead. the dead don't hurt.

the pain you feel, it's a lie. this isn't real you're not real you're not a person your'e a corpse and corpses don't feel pain don't feel anythign so everything you think you feel is a lie. a dirty filthy lie, just like you.

{freak what's wrong with the freak filthy whore doesn't even scream anymore shit you don;t think we broke it do you fuck the boss won't like that}

people aren't split in two. there are two of you there's two people inside you and one of them is better he's good he's good he's nice he smiles

the smile makes your day your week if you were real you think you'd love him if you were alive you'd want to hug him.

good cop doesn't always know what happens. sometimes you think he wants to protect you but that's silly. you're not real, you dont' need to be protected.

you decide good cop is real, one day. good cop is real. he deserves better than this.

good cop being real changes things. you're still a doll, a thing - not real, but you plan now. you talk to good cop more you fake good cheer, you fake hope fake life, pretend you're alive, real

they hurt you you scream for them but you're dead you don't feel anything th epain is a lie the screams are a lie it's all a lie.

the first thing that's real is the rage. the cube is heavy in your hand and it's slick with blood, red bright red. you bash his brains in. you pick up his baton and you bring it down. again. again. it's not for you. it's for good cop. it's for good cop and because he's good and strong and good and good everything is better fo rhim he makes you smile you have to protect him he's so good

he thinks you're alive. thinks you're a person and it's cute but it's not true.

a man is there. he gives you full reign. tells you to kill them. killing is something you can do. you don't have to be real to kill something.

{you're hired. i want you to kill everyone on this floor. you can do that right buddy?}

it echoes through you. buddy buddy buddy buddy

"Of course sir."

you're not real. but he thinks you are.