UNFINISHED AND STILL IN PROGRESS
(gender neutral omnipotent POV)
This will be the first book I write, and I need some descriptive words to fill places. If you have any suggestions on other dbh books you'd like me to write, just comment or leave a vo...
(Lmao. I just noticed that nobody cares about LGBT anymore and no homophobia exists anymore in 2038 so liT)
You looked at Ralph. "Ralph, you have to be brave. And trust me. Go upstairs and lay on the bed. Pretend to sleep, but have your back facing the doorway. I'll make up something. Just trust me. Please." You pushed him towards the stairs. When you were 100% sure he was in the bedroom, you opened the front door. "Hello?" You smiled sweetly.
"Good evening [Ma'am/Sir]!" He boomed. "We have had reports of multiple androids in the area. I came here to ask you a few questions." He smiled. You stood there—Knowing you were a pretty good liar. "May I come in?" He tilted his head curiously. "Of course!" You boomed in the same emotion he did onto you. "Do you live alone here? Is there anyone else in the house?" He questioned, as he took a seat on the sofa. Lynx(or whatever you named her/him) hopped up and sat beside him. "There is my cat, and uh.." you wondered what to call Ralph. "..My husband, and I." (GAY COUPLES ARE FINE IN 2038 PEOPLE WHAT THE FHCK HOW DID THIS CHANGE SO QUICKLY but if you're a girl then it's fine either way. If you're a guy LIT! I LOVE ME SOME GAY SHIT YKNOW OK I'LL SHUT UP.) "Where exactly is said husband?" He tilted his head, looking around. "He is upstairs, in our bedroom, he has a migraine and he is sleeping right now." You said confidently. You know, like a liar.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" You asked him politely. It seems to you he probably came here for refreshments and probably wouldn't even care if there were any deviants here. But you can't be too careful. "Oh, I would love one." He said in a grateful manner. "Right away." You exclaimed calmly. As you were preparing his coffee, he continued asking questions. "Have you had any.. unexpected visitors?" He said hesitantly. "No, nothing in particular." You said, throwing in a confused tone as to why he said that. As the coffee machine beeped and cooled off, you took the coffee off of the stand grabbing a mug and pouring it in. You handed him the coffee, following up by a polite 'thank you' at the end. He took a huge sip of the coffee and finished that entire mug within no more than 15 seconds. "If you please, I'd like to scan your temperature." He said, smiling sincerely. "I may be slightly sick. So if my temperature is off a bit, it is ust the weather." You used that as an excuse, watching him even scan Lynx to check (his/her) temperature. He pointed the tool towards you, following up with a smooth verified beep. You were, in fact, *GASP* human. Obviously. "I do not suppose your husband would find it very welcoming for a tool to be forced into his face. I will leave him be, for his sake." He gestured empathetically. "Thank you so much, sir.." you smiled nervously. "MeOw-" Lynx wanted attention. "mEoW" you mocked, and glared at (him/her), sarcastically. Though it was obvious you loved (her/him) very much.
"I should better get going. Thank you for the coffee, (ma'am/sir)." He stood up, while stretching. As he made a groaning noise as he stretched, you heard the sniffle of Ralph from upstairs. Of course, he was crying. He is a big baby. (Cue the comments about "SHUT THE FUCK UP RAVEN, RALPH IS TRYING HIS BEST.") "Did I hear something upstairs?" He tilted his head. You whispered, trying to hold a serious tone. "He's in a lot of pain. I really meant what I said about that being a horrible migraine." You gave the 'GIVE ME SYMPATHY YOU BITCH' face. In return, he gave that synpathetic frown. "Bless his heart." He shook his head. "Good evening, (Madam/Sir)." He said as he exited the door, shutting it behind him. You quickly locked the door, and rushed upstairs. There he sat, a teary mess. You threw yourself at the spot beside him, tacking him, though not moving him even an inch. You rocked him back and forth, shushing him, wiping away his tears. He was a literal teddy bear with a knife. That is all. "Everything is fine, now.." you ran your hands through his hair. Despite his massive size compared to you, you still had no trouble cradling him like a child. He even had a positive reaction to it. "They are gone, now.. We're fine, okay?" You used your hand and forced him to look at you. He blinked, nodding. And now where everything softens. He sunk into a defenseless position, now being cradled like a baby, just in your arms. You pet his face gently. He gave that white kid smile.
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(This was his facial expression.)
After about 5 minutes of shuffling around, you two got comfortable. You were resting your head on a pillowHe lied his head against your stomach. Though he did not have a need for a pillow, he still used you as one. He wrapped his arms around your torso like you were a teddy bear or something. He then closed his eyes, growing idle. LSA mode.
"I love you so much." You mumbled. And this smug little shit opened his eyes to give you a smug poker face and stare at the same time. "Ralph knows." He closed his eyes again.
