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Chapter Three!
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(Y/N)'s Lenses

Mas- Mark walked out of the kitchen, his hands running through his flame colored hair.

I took note that he liked to touch his hair, it wasn't a natural color.
Died.
I had come to the conclusion it was died.
Normal humans haven't red hair.

I turned back to the sink, my hands tracing over the clear protective layer of clear plastic over the gap of my neck and chin.

The wires in my throat warmed the plastic that protected my fragile gears and circuits.

I lowered my hand, the sound of unfamiliar voices sounded from he living room, spiking my curiosity.

I turn around the go investigate.
As I step towards to investigate, my head twitched as wires pull as certain parts malfunctioned and ceased to work for a moment.

I fell to my knees as a splintering cold clouded my senses as my vision flashed a dark purple.

I sorted through the filed in my data base, noticing the lack of files in my main folder.
Human, Defective is better

I opened it, noticing how files would flash in and out before everything returned to normal.
A new folder added titled,
MARK FISCHBACH

I opened it, a few photos of him from when I first scanned him. Basic information that would be noticeable from facial features and outwards appearance.
A small section was added for miscellaneous information, and oddly enough, a small box with the title
Relationship With Bot:
Master

I saved the file and closed it, opening another folder with another man's picture.
I flinched and fell onto my back, my index finger pressing into my right eye as I desperately try to close the file.

Relationship With Bot:
Feared

You squirm on the floor of the kitchen, your fingers in harsh claws as you press your fingers against your burning eyes as they begin to over heat.

You sat up, your back pressed firmly against the sink counter as you hold your eyes.
Your knees pressed against your chest as hour chest rises and falls in a rushed manner to impersonate the human's way of hyperventilating.

You look around, Mark standing in the doorway with wide eyes as his breath seem to catch in his throat.

"Whoa... Um..." He whispered to himself as he stepped to the side a bit.
"Are you okay?"

Yo. Short chapter day.
Anyways, (Y/N) go e a bit glitchy!