━ PROTOTYPE ERROR | k. doyoung ✔️

error #4

"d-dad?"

it was already evening, as the dark side of the sky started to posess the sky without looking too evil, but glamorous and twinkling as the stars have aligned into a series of marvelous looking pathways upon the shimmering sky.

she always loved the night sky, she thought.

but what to do when your dad is about to destroy that hot gay bitch?

clingy-whiny little daughter mode turned on.

she tapped on her father's lumpy and tired shoulders, and tried to smile as wide as possible, expecting her father to be calm to her, because it was already evening, and she was too exhausted to get any of that shit.

"yes, dear?" her father turned his back, and immediately gave her a bright smile.

"dad, uh... so," she sat down, trying to make her question sound casual as possible. "how has your work been? this morning, i saw you shouting into the phone about a significant... robot?"

her father gave her a sudden glare. "oh, yes, dear, my manager kept arguing if we should keep the factory error. but i don't like emotional robots, so, yes, i told her to execute him. i'm not stressed anymore." he said and smiles at her dearly.

she grinned, her eyebrows raising because she was overly nervous. "oh, i see. well, dad, you know, uh..."

giving her father a final scared and quick glance, she took a deep breath.

"can i have it? like, i know, this sounds weird at all kinds, but i swear, i just want a robot to be a friend with and it will help me with my homework... and stuff. i know it's a factory error, but i can keep it right? i know you want the best for me, but doyoung looks like a good servant. if you made it, then it would never be too bad, right? you're my dad! also, you put your lovely fingers onto the material and made this robot, so of course he's hot and you're bi as frick so you must agree... right?"

and that was it.