"are we seriously about to do this love triangle thing right now?"
a story in which the balderas' twins with a huge secret both find themselves falling for the new girl, who happens to have the exact same secret
lowercase intended
bree davenport x...
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episode 11 ~ which father knows best ~
"well, bree, you smashed your chip so badly, it's useless, but i was able to replicate my brother's original chip, and like my face, it's flawless."
"forget the chip, we need to get this dude a mirror," leo muttered.
"wait, so i'm actually gonna be bionic again?"
"yeah."
"yes! thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" bree celebrated, wrapping her arms around mister davenport then switching over to her girlfriend.
"your chip's almost ready."
"ooh, snacks are done," adam clapped when the machine dinged.
"for the last time, this is not a microwave. it's a chip fabricator."
"hey, call it whatever you want, i'm still making my mini pizzas in here."
"okay, bree, hop in your capsule and get ready for your new chip."
"you know, big d, if this works, maybe you can make a chip for me."
"please. your body can't handle high fiber cereal."
"nice try, though," valerie chuckled, patting leo's shoulder while the older man clicked a few more buttons.
"so? how does it feel?" he asked once bree walked out of her capsule.
"like a piece of metal just got jammed into my neck and fused to my nervous system," she replied.
"whoo! success! alright. now give it a try, see how it worked."
"okay."
taking a deep breath, bree sped around the lab, knocking things off the ceiling by accident and falling onto the hard ground, causing val to rush to her aid.
"you alright?"
"i think so."
"well, she's still more useful than chase."
"come on," val mumbled, helping her up and moving aside so that adam could throw her over his shoulder and carry her to the cyber desk.
"you know, technically speaking, your bionics are working."
"you call this working?" bree questioned in a distorted deep voice, frightening everyone. "i can't control my vocal manipulation. i cant control anything," she said in a high pitched voice.
