Neon J found you and took you under his wing in hopes to have an assistant. Your coding was close to identical to the band, except one minour detail.
{ Error 404: Code For Confidence Not Found }
The error message popped up occasionally, to the point of being persistently annoying.
"I don't get it, what- where- did it glitch?" J muttered to himself as you were sitting silently hooked up to a few machines.
A few angry clicks later, he still couldn't find it.
"This is hopeless."
You glanced up from the floor over to the cyborg, "I don't mind, really. I mean, I wasn't built for the stage life anyway.. Right?"
Even without eyes you can tell he side glanced you.
You flinched and shrunk into yourself.
J sighed and shook his minister head, "I apologize, (Y/N), I just wish I could've fixed it and made you perfect."
You shrugged, "Maybe I was meant to be this way. Can... Can you unhook me now...? I need to file those papers you asked me to do." You fiddled with one of the wires.
"Right. At ease, kid." He joked and unhooked you. "Go ahead."
You slightly smiled and stood to walk back into the office to file away some plans and dance routines. One of the papers had a song title on it with some lyrics.
It looked familiar and with a quick scan, it was a popular song that 1010 was planning on doing a cover of, with a bit of a Funk House remix and some... lyrics being left out.
You knew the song pretty well and unconsciously began humming it. Slowly turning into quietly singing.
"I'm sorry I'm not the most pretty... I'll never ever sing like Whitney..."
You scoffed and skipped a few lines, "I just wanna dance with somebody.. I just wanna dance with somebody-"
"I just wanna dance with somebody
-But I could never ever dance like Bobby
-You can dance, I'mma watch your body
-I just wanna stand behind it
-I just want a chance with somebody."
You jumped and squeaked as five identical voices continued along with the song. You whipped around to see 1010 themselves propped up against the wall.
"How- how long have you guys been standing there?" You could feel your circuits quivering as you asked the question.
You had always been extremely nervous, but especially around the band and you never quite understood why.
"Long enough to hear your hypnotic voice." Zimelu answered.
You scoffed and turned around to shove the rest of the papers in the cabinet and slam it shut.
"Come on, (Y/N), you know you have talent." Purl-Hew commented, cocking his head to the side.
"So why hide it?" Haym added.
"Guys, look, listen, it's.... complicated. I'm not like you. You guys are so charismatic, I'm... I'm not. And that's that." You crossed your arms, a frown on your lips.
"Perhaps we can help?" Eloni asked with a hopeful look.
"That's... not how this works, sorry. I'm just not coded like you.... Flawed, imperfect, broken..."
"You say that as if it's bad. Maybe you're not like us but to us you're perfect in your own little way. You don't have to be the same to be perfect. You're you and to us that's beautiful." Rin reassured with a soft smile. The others repeated a collective "beautiful."
You felt your circuits heat up a bit, your version of a blush.
"Now, you were singing about dancing, would you care to -dance with us?-" Rin started as the others sang in unison, something you could never grow tired of hearing.
"Sure."
{Code For Shyness: Updated. Code Reads: Love}
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Not as long as I wanted it to end up but I couldn't think of any fudge for the rest, hope you don't mind.
Also, hope you don't mind but I'm slightly overwhelmed by requests so I'm kinda like... Not really closing them but I'm probably going to pick and choose based on my own writing ability and what I can/cannot write. . . Sorry but I'm not used to actually getting requests and I'm trying my best. Sorry if they're not up to your liking....
So... Yeah.
-Kat
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Fanfiction{REQUESTS ARE CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE} This game doesn't get nearly enough attention, it's so good. Cover edited. Edited by me, art all by Metronomik, of course.
