#humanbeta

[  ✉ | sms → stiles ]: hey you [  ✉ | sms → stiles ]: sure dinner and a movie sounds great [  ✉ | sms → stiles ]: pick me up at six?

    Beacon Hills, a freak show of a town, drawing a consistent flow of chaotic circuses, and all ring leaders were power hungry supernatural maniacs. She’d fled after the alpha pack had almost snuffed out her life, she would have never gotten a chance to heal in this hell hole of a town. Cora hadn’t told anyone of her intentions to leave apart from Derek, nor had she told them of her recent return. If it were up to her, she’d run to the furthest corner of the world in order to repress the haunting memories. She had no choice in the matter; she had a niece – that was something she had to confirm with her own eyes.

                                                          Malia Tate.

    Cora had infiltrated the school, not that it was difficult to do, and was heading towards the cafeteria when a piercingly familiar voice exposed her. She contemplated ignoring him, though she was well acquainted with his relentless curiosity. ‘ Stiles – of course. Hi. ’ Leather clad shoulders shrugged nonchalantly as she concealed her inner desire to hug him. How was he was still alive?

          ❛    dude, i know i forgot you once, but that wasn’t really my fault. we’re only leaving for college  —  which definitely isn’t gonna change the fact that you’re my best friend, i PROMISE.  ❜   how could it? they’d been through everything together and scott needed stiles just as much as stiles needed him. a little separation wouldn’t be anywhere near enough to ruin what they had.

Model #11, serial code 7835920-773, Omega Industries Inc, year 2150.

It looked like a human tattoo etched into it's tanned synthetic skin. The mark was placed under the left arm, out of sight but visible if in it's raw form. It was made in a factory, put together by other less-aware robotic structures, screwed and welded into place with wire instead of veins, and metal in place of bones, and packed up in a box.

In the year 2150, technology had advanced to a point where nearly every adult had their own personal android. Each one looked different but was programmed the same with a limited range of emotion. They were built with the intention to serve humankind, a sort of butler, or assistant and emotion wasn't something that was necessary to carry out those tasks. It could even produce problems; free will, thoughts, a need to carry out actions that were not their master's but their own. With emotion, they could even be enticed to kill. Any android that showed signs of emotion was deactivated and had maintenance done to ensure the quality of the product. Once in the care of their owner they would have no memory of the events leading up to their initial activation. Omega Industries had perfected android technology, and the first batch was being shipped to the homes of expecting humans.

Model #11 was delivered at precisely 2:26pm to a 'Stiles Stilinski'. The man signed for the oversized package and began to cut away the box that contained the droid. The box fell open, revealing the state of the art machine that looked so real with its rich brown hair and synthetically sun kissed skin, and even a slightly crooked jaw. He followed the instruction manual, uttered the code written within, and pressed behind the android's right ear where the sensor was implanted.

The android immediately opened it's eyes, chestnut irises flicking toward his new human. It's posture was sharp and straight, shoulders back, chest out. It was almost kind of unsettling how perfect it seemed.

danger has become so routine, so normal, that it no longer puts her off. that only goes to show by how little fear is running through her veins now, even in the face of the ultimate evil. she should be begging for her life, running away, or at the very least trying to defend herself and attempting to take him down. but, she does nothing. allison stays rooted in her spot, doe eyes searching those emotionless ones. that’s when the confession had come.

“neither,” she answers too quickly, in between both of his questions. what’s the point in explaining it now? laying it out for him that it wasn’t scott, it wasn’t issac, it hadn’t been anybody but the boy in front of her ...

“What the hell did you do to piss the Goblin off?” He panted, turning towards the trainee wearing a tired grin behind his mask. Gobby was out cold by his feet but Peter could tell by his breathing that wouldn’t last long. He needed to get the trainee out of here and FAST. 

Except, as he peered at the man huddled in the corner he realized he recognized him. Recognized him from late night Skype calls and pictures attached to emails, they’d sent letters back and forth since they were nine, but he hadn’t seen him in more than a decade.

“Stiles?” He laughed, pulling off his mask and running a hand through his sweaty hair. Stiles knew, hell Stiles had been the first person he’d told about Spiderman. “Okay, what the hell dude?”

Only Stiles Stilinski could get himself into this situation. Well, Stiles Stilinski and Peter Parker. 

“C’mon, lets get outta here before he wakes up.”

     of  course  he  didn’t  forget  about  his  best  friend’s  reaction  to  all  of  this ,  he  had  plenty  of  time  to  reflect  on  his  life  changes .  but  actually  facing  him ?  seeing  stiles  at  the  end  of  that  corridor  only  aggravates  the  feeling ,  like  a  walk-of-shame  scene .  “ .. what's up  ”  he  chickens  out ,  barely  able  to  look  at  the  other  as  jughead  opens  his  own  locker .  the  only  thing  he  can  process  are  the  numerous  times  he  ranted  about  the  serpents  and  how  his  dad  wasted  his  life  when  he  decided  to  joined  them ,  his  own  past-self  laughing  in  his  face  when  words  like  ‘there’s  always  another  way’  echoed  in  his  mind . 

                          ✗ @humanbeta  // the mun // answered meme ✗

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