#kissy

AU: Kissy is alive in the chapter 5 ending because I said so!!

You feel like your legs are about to give out. Kissy, despite her size, cowers behind you. Giblet hides near one of the tall servers, his back pressed against them to remain small.

Instead of the backup computer booting up normally, a familiar eye blinks to life. 

Harley Sawyer was not supposed to be backup, you think to yourself.

The Doctor chuckles darkly as the three of you stand before him.

“I take it things went swimmingly for you to wake me up,” says Harley, voice amusing.

You inhale sharply, chest stuttering. Sweat clung onto your skin, and grime covered your body. Bits of blood wedged itself under your fingernails. Your hands shake against the GrabPack.

Kissy makes a small whimper. Your body twitches, but you step forward. Your legs throb in response, and you have a feeling your ankles are gonna swell. 

Your chapped lips twist bitterly. “Harley Sawyer…” 

“Doctor Sawyer,” he clarifies. “I’m surprised you’re still blundering around down here.”

Inhale, exhale. 

“We need you to help us defeat the Prototype.”

Harley let out a long, drawn out laugh. “It appears you have a brain, after all.”

Your jaw tightens. “I was the one that put you out of commission.”

Despite just being an eye, he was practically beaming. “And yet, here I am.”

Anger boils inside you. Your grip tightens on the mechanical arm of your GrabPack.

Harley flickers his eye left and right. “It appears you’re missing a party member. Oh my, did the Prototype capture sweet, little Poppy?”

A blur of pink slides through your vision. Kissy collides her fist onto the top of Harley, or the computer inhabiting him. Kissy releases a low, guttural growl. 

Harley groans in pain, his screen glitching.  “Gh— how charming, 1172…”

You can’t help but smile. Kissy bares her teeth, returning to your side.

You plant your injured hands on the counter. “Insult me all you want, Sawyer, but we have the power here.”

Turning towards Kissy, she limps to one of the levers. 

You cock your head. “Either you help us kill the prototype or we shut you down.”

Harley rolls his eye. “No need for theatrics, I didn’t say no.”

You blink dumbly. “Huh?”

He scoffs. “Yes, you’re a blubbering idiot, but we have a common enemy. This arrangement would be in my best interest.”

Giblet, coming out of the shadows, shuffles towards you. “Butcher, is this a good idea? I… I didn’t know he was backup…”

Harley glances over at Giblet, then meets your gaze. You bite the inner side of your cheek. 

You gesture to Harley. “He’s only hooked up to this computer, right? He wouldn’t be an actual threat, then…” your voice trails off.

Kissy shrugs, standing beside you. 

Harley heaves a long sigh. “I’m your best shot at defeating him. And I’m willing to assist you morons.”

You look between Kissy and Giblet. Giblet fiddles with his staff, his posture uncertain. Kissy's shoulders sag. They look at you like you have the answers. 

“It’s like you said, right? We have control here…” Giblet’s voice came out small. 

Harley’s eye almost looks smug. “Well, little germ?” drawls Harley.

Kissy takes a step closer to you, positioning herself behind you. Giblet raises his head, ears flat. 

You can’t afford to be indecisive.