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The android stopped right in front of a house. It looked nice, to be completely honest. There was some cracks in the pale blue paint but it still had some sort of aesthetic. Andy walked up to the door and politely knocked. You gotta have manners even if you are an Android right? Even if you belong to a place as shitty as Fazlife.
The lack of response made his LED change from the calm blue to an amber yellow, almost the same as a wet floor sign. Maybe Arnie just fell asleep? He had been working hard after all. And yet despite all that he still looks like a kicked puppy ;so adorable and whatever humans would say as a compliment. He didn't really know other than insults which were mainly directed at him. Andy stepped back off the porch and looked at the windows on the front of the house. They all had the lights off and the locks were probably on. He stepped to the side a bit more, noticing the light from a window on the side of the house. Bingo!
Surely getting in wouldn't be too hard *now*, right?
**SMASH**
Andy found a random rock and had chucked it, ignoring what any neighbours would probably be thinking. Hands carefully dodging the glass shards so blue wouldn't stain, he vaulted through the window only to roll awkwardly like he went down a hill. He situated himself up right where his hands pressed into tiny shards beneath him. Great. He could just lick it clean in all honesty but then Arnold would probably shout at him if he found out. Speaking of the technician, he was lying on his back on the floor opposite the android, faintly snoring. Barking turned his LED to a flickering red before turning and scooting away from the source of the noise. It was a scruffy looking dog, almost what Arnold could look like as one. Said dog patted closer to him before nuzzling his cheek, its wet nose partially soaking the coldness of Andy's "flesh". He hated that part about him. Not as much as the others though. A shine came from the dog collar where the tag read "Monty". Seriously? Monty? That stupid gator nearly bit off Andy's arm once when he wanted to pet it. Nonetheless, the dog was cute like Arnie and that's all that mattered. He'd always support Arnold's decisions and choices, unless it was something they could be cancelled for.
Giving a quick pat to Monty, Andy got up and moved to kneel directly by Arnold. Like- literally. His knees pressed into Arnold's side as he scanned to figure out the situation. From the alcohol stains on the man's clothes and what not, it was safe to say he just got drunk. Huh? Andy couldn't think of a time when Arnold would ever drink. His go to was always exotic beverages or Roxy cola..did something happen? Whatever the reason, he had a job to do! And that was to get this unconscious man to his next task while Andy remained the passenger princess. Grabbing Arnold's chin, while also smushing his cheeks in a bit, he gently shook the man as a starter.
"Arnie?"
"Mmnnh.."
Well that was a start. Andy shook his shoulder this time, a bit more firm than the last.
"C'mon Arnie boy! You've got a task waiting for you!"
"Five more minutes Emi.."
..who the fuck was Emi? And why was Arnold talking about her instead? Sure, it was sleep talking kind of but still. He was right there?!
He released his hold on Arnold's face before lifting his hand up, bringing it down with a harsh smack that sounded through the room. The technician's limbs joined upwards slightly as a sign he was starting to come to. That's phase one of his revenge complete.
"W-wha.."
The slurred speech was almost cute in a way. He wanted to hear more of the shorter man talking that way.
"Good morning sleepyhead!" Andy's voice boomed rather enthusiastically. Could you blame him? He was going to be on another mission with Arnold! That's one of the best things ever to happen to him. "It's mostly nighttime but sti-"
"How the fuck- how'd you get into my house?" Arnold's eyelids were half closed before he shifted his gaze to his dog. "Monty! Do your job! Maul him or something- I- I don't.."
Hooking his arms under Arnold's, Andy thought out phase two of his revenge plan.
"You don't need to worry, Pastie! Just focus on getting to the bathroom so we can leave!"
"L-leave? To where?"
"Well the washroom first! Then I'll inform you the task sent by Fazlife after."
They stumbled together over to the bathroom door. As soon as Andy set Arnold onto the closed toilet seat, the technician spoke.
"You know, if I drank more maybe...and if you expressed yourself more then usual, you would be a bit more cute."
Obviously it should've came off as a drunken lie but Andy knew there had to be some truth to it. Why would Arnold say 'more'? He obviously already though the android was cute. But what part made him think that? He was just a robot, nothing else. No real blood to feel true warmth and have the pretty red hue that currently dusted Arnold's cheeks. No nothing.
Andy attempted to shove Arnold into the tub, only for the bastard to keep himself up right.
"No..no. I 'ont need a bath." Arnold soon enough fell gently into the tub despite his previous protest. Andy quickly turned the cold water, hearing the shouting follow.
"Oh fuck! You- you fucking bastard!!"
He giggled a bit, the soft blue glow of his light fading every so often. Picking up a towel and setting it on to the toilet seat, Andy then walked out to find a set of clothes for Arnie to wear.
He entered the kitchen again to once again pet Monty until he saw something on the dining table that caught his eye. A gun that was showing off the bullets was splayed out. Russian roulette huh? If Andy and been any later, there would be no precious technician for him to fantasize about. Another thing there was a photo frame of a little girl. She had a set of heterochromia eyes, one green and one silver, with black hair tied up by purple beads into two pig tails. She had the biggest grin on her face there, like she could never be imperfect. Something he was. But he was drawn to this girl, for some odd reason. A quick scan wouldn't hurt right? Doing so ended up being an awkward mistake. It was Cassidy, a kid that William killed. Don't ask how exactly Andy knew. He just did. He can't even tell poor Arnie. If he did, the technician would rebel against William and then the both of them would be more damned and damaged than before. Just ignore it, he'll find out sooner or later. Hopefully.
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Reentering the bathroom, Andy found Arnold looking a bit more awake now, washing his face and hair with the towel provided. He probably shouldn't mention anything he saw. He didn't want to ruin his only true bond. The trust Arnold partially had in him.
"Pastie, chop chop! FazLife wants this to be completed as fast as possible!! Get your muscles moving!" He gripped Arnold's shoulder, lingering there for a bit too long before he began to leave once again after abandoning the new clothes.
From outside the door, he heard a grumble about the fashion choice before the sound of vomiting ensued. This was gonna be a while, wasn't it?