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Mark's eyes

Mark sat down beside the bot- female, his hands resting on his knees as they gently shook with anger.

"W-What happened?" She asked, gears ticking as she straightened her back.
"Oh, it was nothing. Just someone with the wrong address."

She nodded, her eyes drifting away from him to the doorway of the kitchen.
"You sounded angry though..." She whispered, a hand lightly rubbing her neck.

Her eyes glowed a slightly reassuring green color.
Signalling everything was fine now.

Mark wished his problems and worried could be erased like that.
He falls asleep and when he wakes up everything would be fine.
Any sicknesses he would have would disappear in one nap.

"Yeah, well... They were kinda persistent." Mark rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous manner.
"Really?" She looked back to him, an eyebrow raised slightly.

"You'd think they'd give up when a stranger answers the door." She laughed, making Mark faintly laugh to himself.

There could be no way she would fall to his obvious lie.

It obviously wasn't the wrong address.

(Y/N)'s lenses

She knew it wasn't the wrong address.
She knew he was lying.

But, she trusted he wouldn't lie about something extremely important.

Mark's eyes

"Anyways," Mark stood up, offering a hand to (Y/N). "Are you okay?"
She took his hand, allowing him to help her to her feet once more.

"I should be fine. Just a bit of gears shitting down and wires tightening.
But, I should be fine."
Mark nodded his head and released her hand when she moved it slightly as a signal to release.

Mark led the female to the living room, and fell down onto the couch. The springs of the couch screeching under him at the brute force of his body falling against it.

(Y/N) calmly sat down beside him, her fingers brushing through the ends of her {Hair Color} hair.

Mark huffed into a pillow on the couch, his eyes squeezed shut in frustration.
"Your tense." (Y/N) commented, lightly poking Mark's foot.

"I'm fine." Mark sighed and ran his fingers roughly through his hair.
"Oh, don't do that." (Y/N) gently pulled his hand from his hair.
"You'll pull put some of your hair."

Mark smiled and let out a airy laugh, closing his eyes for a moment.

He could imagine large men holding her down as she struggled and cried out as they saw her in half.
Her eyes fading to a dull grey signalling death.

Or (Y/N) strapped down to an machine with many other defective bots that were to be destroyed.
One goes into a large machine at a time.

Bright lights flashes from the machine as the bots scream in agony as they're being ripped to shreds.

"Yeah, sorry..." Mark chuckled again, but was met with the sight of a concerned looking (Y/N).
"You should take a nap. Sleeping helps people calm down."

"Yeah, I'll take a nap." Mark looked away from (Y/N).
The gruesome sight of her mutilated body with torn up gear and wires still sparking flooding from her body.

Her dead corpse thrown into a pit with tons of other defects.

All of the looking like corpses of a serial killer, their victims dumped on the side of the road.
Mark felt sick.