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"Say that again, prick," A voice hissed.

"I said...you're a STUCK UP. DISPOSABLE. BOOTLICKER," Another voice retaliated.

"Oh you're gonna pay for that," The first voice said. There were almost cartoonish tussling sounds as the two duked it out on the carpeted floor.

"Will you two quit that? It's 7 in the morning and we have a guest sleeping," A third voice spoke

"He so obviously started it!" The first voice yelled.

"Sorry I spoke the truth, pansy," The second one scoffed.

Just then, you had opened your optics slightly. You were met with a blinding light and a face hovering just meters from your own.

"guys, GUYS!! Shut up, they're waking up!" A fourth voice belonging to the ever present head in front of your face could be heard. Two others had peeked over the head of the couch to peer at you. You groan slightly in response, moving to sit up. You adjust your optics and peer around the room again. There seems to be ten...twenty....roughly sixty people around you. Suddenly, you feel extremely embarrassed.

"Where am I?" You strained out. "Is this the cunt serving palace.."

A few of them snickered. Finally, a figure with white, slicked back hair and a monocle spoke up from their spot in the kitchen.

"You, my friend, are in the Webgala House. All of us here are personifications of different companies essentially."

You were struggling to wrap your head around this. It was all too sudden. Hell, you don't even know how you GOT here. You pinch the bridge of your nose to curb an oncoming processor-ache.

"And how did I get here?" You inquire.

"We found you passed out and a little wrecked in an alleyway, so we took you in and had Ikea repair all of your robot parts," The figure  with the monocle explained.

"You were super jacked up. You had a piece of your head missing and everything," The second voice from earlier spoke. They had hair braided close to their head, almost like cornrows, a cropped AND sleeveless hoodie, and pants so low that almost nothing could be left to imagination, especially with the hip windows in his pants. They also had a transparent visor over their eyes. "I'm Bing, by the way. And this bitch to my left is Google."

"Who're you callin a bitch, asshole?" The guy named Google shoved Bing.

"Is there any other person I despise to the heavens and back in here? I will never stop hating you. When I go to sleep, I hate-dream about you. I hope than when you glitch out, my face is the last one you'll ever see while I laugh in your face," Bing shot back.

"The feeling is mutual, asshat. I hope my hatred always follows you, even to the edges of hell and the universe. When they bury us together, I hope my intense hatred towards you spreads vines around your casket that keep closing in until your soul gets crushed by the sheer amount of pressure my hatred emits," Google hissed to him. In the blink of an eye, they were on the carpet wrestling each other to the ground yet again.

"I should put duck tape over both of your mouths," The figure with the monocle sighed. They walked over and placed a cup of tea on the table next to you. "I am DuckDuckGo. You can just call me Duck for short. Or The Duck, if that strikes your fancy."

The person that was above your processor spoke up. "I'm Tim Horton's!! You can just call me Tim," They said and tipped their straw hat. Very yeehaw type vibes..

Another figure had poked their head out from the kitchen. They had three sets of wings. One where their ears would be, and two on their back. They smiled, but it seemed more sinister than anything. "I'm Duolingo. I expect you'll be here for a while."

While you were listening to the others talk. A minibot came and tugged on your arm. You look down at them and notice a little hat with the Subway logo on it. A much bigger version of said bot comes over and picks them up.

"Come on, we don't wanna overwhelm him now," They said and tipped their cap to you. "I'm Subway, its a pleasure!"

A guy with a rather goofy smile waves to you. He had the Dairy Queen logo on his outfit and charming little DQ shoes.

You wave to him, a smile coming for your face.

The rest of them introduce themselves and you realize that you're definitely gonna have to replace a few unnecessary memory files in order to remember them all. But its fine, since you feel like you'll be able to start anew here.

"Now that you're all acquainted, why don't we take you to your room?" DuckDuckGo bowed politely and helped you up off the couch.

"My..room? You mean I can stay here?" You ask them.

"Of course. I mean, you wouldn't really have a place to go, and we don't want you running into the people who beat you up, now do we?" He said with a short chuckle. Afterwards, they led you out of the kitchen and up the stairs of the mansion. Most of the floor was made up of a lush carpet, which made traversing quite easy. As long as it wasn't hardwood floors.

The two of you were quiet as you were lead down the hallway to a blank spot on the wall. DuckDuckGo placed their hand on it, a door forming in a flurry of digital pixels. They open up the door and gesture for you to walk in.

"Here you go. You can decorate it however you want with this," They hand you a datapad that has an extensive inventory of furniture. It seems that whatever you put down materializes in the room. You feel a rush of static excitement run through you as you start decorating to your hearts content. There seems to be one main theme, Transformers. Once you're done decorating, you run around for a tad and plop on the bed.

"I take it you like it?" Duck seems to smiled warmly at you as you handed them the datapad.

"I've never felt so at home in AGES!" You plop onto the comforter on your back.

"Then I'm glad. Why don't you get some well deserved rest, then we can all convene when you wake up?" They offered. You nod in response and get under the covers, sleep taking over you almost instantly.

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You've always despised being in this mansion. Always in close enough proximity to the people you despised. You had no idea whether it was a good or bad thing. On one hand, you could spitroast them easier, but their presence alone was enough to irritate you and your ego. But there were some tolerable people too. Like Duo, Ecosia, and Bingle. Even though Bingle wasn't supposed to be real. But Now you're out here on a shopping spree for some guy you just met this morning. Duck had insisted EVERYONE went, like some sort of oversized D&D party.

"Why the long face, Bing? I thought you loved coming out," Pandora said with a playful nudge.

"Don't phrase it like that-" You groaned

"But seriously, what's got your undergarments in a twist?..Or whatever the saying is," They bumped his elbow with their own.

"I dunno, maybe its because we're out clothes shopping for a guy we just met? He could be like...a top secret malware or something and we're just..keeping him here," You retort. Firehouse had overheard you two talking and decided to join in.

"Come onnn, Big B. He's smaller than Bingle, he can't even do much!" Firehouse had replied with a mocking pulse of steam from his smokestacks. "Besiiides, there's roughly about a hundred of us last time I checked, so takin him out would be easy."

"Is there really a hundred of us-? Or do you have a few loose screws rattling around in there?" Bing flicked Firehouse's head with a playful smirk.

"Even if he was a threat, my scans have indicated nothing of the malicious sort. You have nothing to worry about," A voice said. The three in the group yelped in surprise a bit before realizing it was just McGeese, their (self appointed) private eye. He lived in the mansion too, just a secret part of it that no one was allowed into. All of his secret files were kept there, mostly ones that were pointing to a relationship between Google and Bing. There were other files too but the writer is currently unsure what to name them.

"Jeez, you always pop out of nowhere," You comment to McGeese, who raises his eyebrows nonchalantly.

Just then, a voice had interrupted them.

"Come on you four, we're going out to lunch. While you were talking, the rest of us already agreed on a place," Walmart gave a smug grin as they spoke.

"Knowing you, Walmart, you pitched in the absolute worst place to eat ever," You scoffed.

"Its not even that bad this time. You just have picky tastes, Bing," Walmart replied cooly. "We're going to this place called Checkers. They have pretty good fries from what I've heard."

"Thank god its not another pizza place. We have enough of Pizza Hut at home," You snickered at your own joke.

The other four around you got a laugh out of your joke as well. And with that, the zest fest walked on to Checkers. It was a short walk there, but seating took almost forever to get. Considering how many of you where were, the staff had to put FOUR party tables together and roughly sixty seats for all of you to sit on. Why are there so MANY OF YOU??? YOU SPAWN LIKE THE BABY FISH THAT CAME EVERY FUCKING WEEK WHEN MY HIGH SCHOOL BIOLOGY TEACHER ADOPTED TWO FISH!!!! I love you all though, keep doing what you're doing.

Everyone rushed to grab a seat and the only one left was at the first table with Google, DuckDuckGo, Firefox, Dairy Queen, Subway, Firehouse, Tim Horton's, Tesco, Yahoo, Burger King, Speedway, and the new guy. You groan to yourself and reluctantly take a seat next Google.

"You just can't get enough of me, can you?" Google smirked at you.

"Shut it, gay boy. This was the last seat left. If I had a choice, I would never pick to sit next to the likes of YOU," You cursed.

"Oh please, we both know you're obsessed with me. You can't live without me. If I were gone, you'd have no one left to match your wits in an argument. We both know that," Google replied smugly. God you hated his attitude.

"I could easily live without you. Hell, if you were gone, I'd be a much happier person. I don't *need* you, Google. In fact, my quality of life would greatly increase if you were just gone," You hissed to him.

"Oh, you wound me, dearest Bing. There's no use in trying to hide it. You need me so bad it makes you looks stupid."

"Hardly," whispered just lough enough for him to hear.

"Will you two quit it with that homosexual tension? I almost ordered the fruit salad with how fruity you two are acting right now," Speedway intervened.

"WE ARE NOT ACTING HOMOSEXUAL!" The two of you yelled in unison, loud enough to attract the rest of the restaurant. It felt like the entire world was staring at you both. Even the waitress was staring. But you couldn't care less, even with the rest of the zest fest trying to pretend they weren't associated with you.

The rest of the part orders and its down to you and Google. You manage to order first without Google interrupting you, which is a surprise since he loves the sound of his own voice. When the food comes, you all dig in without another word. Since it's quiet, you decide to pick the new guy's brain.

"So what's your name anyway?" You ask him. He looks up from his milkshake.

"Gabe. And er- Is this some sort of alternate universe? Am I dead?" He asked. The little antennae connected to his audials seemed to droop.

"If you landed here, most likely," You take a bite of your fry. "But don't wo-"

"Nice name, Andy!" Google interrupted. There it fucking was. You smack him across the back of the head. He punches you in the chest.

"I was speaking, dickhead," You seethed.

"Oh sorry, I couldn't hear you over your big fucking ego!" Google gives you a shove and you don't hesitate to shove right back.

"God, I wish I never met you!! You're a pain in my ass!" You almost-yelled.

"I could put a few more things up your ass, prick!" He shot back.

"I hate you. I hate you more than anything. I could hate you and hate you and hate you even more, and I still wouldn't be able to express in words- no FEELINGS- how much I hate you! I HATE YOU." You yelled, grabbing him by the collar.

"Glad the feeling is mutual," He growled under his breath, putting his hand over your mouth. You bite down. Hard. A metallic, electric tastes fills your mouth as blood drips from the bite. But Google doesn't let up. Instead, he pushes his hand in further. You choke, your teeth unlatching from the skin just enough for Google to pull his hand out of your mouth. There's a bit of blood staining the corner of your lip.

"Someone needs to muzzle you like the dog you are," Goggle grumbled, shaking out the pain from his hand.

"Well maybe if you didn't put your hand in biting proximity, I wouldn't have bitten you," You shot back.

"That is a boldface lie. I could lift a finger to get something and you would try to straight up bite my face off," Google scoffed.

"Will you two quit it?!?! You're attracting the entire restaurant!" DuckDuckGo lowered their voice to a whisper-shout. The two of you face away from each other and huff before going back to eating.

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"Google, who are you taking out for valentine's day, huh?" Safari nudged you from his place on the couch.

"No one at all, my anonymous latter was a bust," You sighed with your head in your hands.

"You have really got to step up your game. You're embarrassing even ME," Safari laughed to themselves. While the two of you were talking, Target had walked over with their multiple lovers. Winn-Dixie on the left arm and Mayo on the right. They always did like to subtly flex their love life.

"What are you guys chatting about?" Winn-Dixie inquired.

"We're talkin about his failed love note. You should've seen how horrible it was," Safari answered.

"It was a HATE note. About how much I HATE him. About how I'd piss on his grave when he died. I expressed a lot of newfound AND built-up hatred for him," You corrected

"Uh huh. You two suuuuure seem to hate each other a lot," Target rolled their eyes.

"Yes, YES, you GET IT! I want him dead. I want him to suffer with the thought of having me around. I want to be his one provoking thought every second of the day. I want to make sure he never knows what it's like to live without me again. I want him to seethe with fury at the mere sight of me when I'm done with him," You pulled the sides of your face down to exaggerate your point. The other three just rolled their eyes. You let out an 'ugh' and storm back to your shared room.

You open the door without a care in the world, taking extra care to step all over the white line of tape separating each side of the room. The tape used to not be there, but that was long before The Argument. The one argument that had torn the both of you in two.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to step on that?" Bing looked up from his datapad.

"And how many times to I have to tell you that I couldn't give a rat's ass?" You shot back, going to your side of the room and throw open your desk drawer to retrieve something inside.

"I saw your letter. And I want you to know I feel the exact same way. In fact, I want to be so prevalent in your life that you end up in agony once you have no one to hate as much as me. If I disappeared, you would be an empty shell of a person. Every waking second without me would only turn into an empty hole inside you," Bing got up from his bed and waltzed to the center of the room.

"Yeah and knowing you, you sure like to fill holes," You glared at him from your peripheral.

"Are you calling me a slut?"

"Well I ain't calling you a saint!" You shove him further behind the white line. He lunges for you and you both end up on the ground. The feeling was all too familiar. The scene of the carpet and your worst enemy's face beneath you was a staple in your everyday vision. Hands went flying, but your gaze was locked with your rivals. Dark eyes bore rage behind his light blue visor. You hated it. You hated seeing his face always looking back at you. Taunting you. You jam your fingers into his skin, dragging them down. The wound is deep. Deep enough to expose Bing's core. Without even thinking, you plunge your hand in and wrap your fist around it. Bing lets out a short, pained noise. Sweat beads had gathered on the both of your bodies from the sheer amount of exertion. The only noise in the room was the sound of exasperated panting and the subtle pulse from Bing's core.

"I could rip this right out of you right now. I could delete you," You spat.

"But you won't. You could never ever live a life without me. Not after everything that's happened to us," Bing had his hands gripped tightly around your arm. "You gave me every piece of you. Even a piece of your core. If you destroy me, you'll destroy both of us."

You tighten your grip on the core. Bing grits his teeth, sticky black blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Just a little more and-

"GOOOOGLE!!!" A voice called. It was Safari. "Subway and I are going out to the mall with App- oh," He blinks in surprise at the both of you sitting there, laying in what's starting to become a pool of blood.

"Oh god! Were you two fighting again?" He helps both you and Bing off the ground and puts in a call to DuckDuckGo. "Subway! I need your help dragging these two to the Emergency Wing!"

Subway came rushing around the corner. "what is it this ti- OH GOD!!" They clasp their hands over their mouth in surprise, though they quickly shake it off and grab hold of you. Safari has Bing in his arms, and for a moment, you feel a pang of jealousy. But you have no time to dwell on it, since both Subway and Safari are rushing you two down to the medical wing. Next thing you know, you're placed on a bed next to Firehouse. He takes extra care to wrap up your wounds. Meanwhile, DuckDuckGo is cleaning up Bing's wound and preparing him for stitches.

"I can't believe you two! Not only have you nearly killed each other, but you most likely cracked both of your cores in the process. I don't care what was going on, you two should both know that your cores are the only thing keeping your sorry asses alive," DuckDuckGo scolded. "I know you two had a thing where you merged cores, but trying to YANK IT OUT OF HIM?? Have you absolutely lost your MIND, Google?!"

"He started it," You mumbled weakly, starting to regret not pulling the core out now.

"I don't care who started it. I now have to put this bitch under for surgery so I can try to fix that crack. What if his core started leaking, huh? That would mean yours would start leaking and you'd both have a very slow and painful death. Hell, I bet the both of you would even argue in the afterlife. You two really are made for each other. God forbid either of you start hating another person as much as you hate each other. The universe would explode on itself," DuckDuckGo rambled on, but you had stopped listening at this point. Until they said something else.

"Now I have to keep him in here for a few days. So you likely won't see him for a while. And you have to take it easy too. I'm going to be operating on you after he's done recovering," They said and pulled the bed into one of the surgery rooms. You look to Firehouse and he shrugs.

"Guess you really do have to live without him for a while. We'll see how it goes," Firehouse grinned knowingly.

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"How long do you think he's gonna last?" You ask Subway. The two of you had been gossiping among yourselves ever since you dropped off Google and Bing. Everyone and their grandma knows that Google and Bing are two peas in a hatred-filled pod. One without the other is like having a chocolate chip cookie, but without the chocolate chips. You both had bet on Google sulking in his room right now, so you were going to offer to take him to the mall. You know on the door twice.

"Hey Google," You call. There's a slight electronic beep from inside, indicating he's listening. "Wanna come to the mall with me and Subway?"

"....no," Google replied.

"Come onnnn, it'll be fun! Something to take your mind off things!" You encourage, opening up the door slightly. Google lets out a groan and gets up from bed. He knew he couldn't sulk in bed all day.

The three of you were about to head out, that is, until McGeese stopped their path. There was a mysterious glint in his eyes, like he was up to something. You and Subway both stop in your tracks.

"Got room for another party member?" He asked with a seemingly innocent smile. You cock your eyebrow(haha cock so funny right guyds).

"Sure. Though, I thought you said you didn't like the mall last time," You reply.

"I don't. But as a historian, I have to take notes on the subjects involved, you know. This sort of..er separation depression going on is important for my records. I simply have to observe it," McGeese adjusted the little digital monocle he had attached to his ear. The screen flooded with little notes and annotations about Google and Bing's current relationship. You always were impressed by how quickly he gathered information.

"Alright then, you can join us! It can't hurt," You reply, much to Google's dismay. There's a low effort grunt of disapproval from him.

"Don't be so sour! Come on, this is good for you," You gently lift Google up by the shoulders and guide them out to the car. The four of you pile in and start the drive to the mall.

"You know, I thought you'd be thrilled to be away from Bing so long," Subway commented.

"I AM thrilled. Can't you tell? I'm on top of the world right now," Google replied sarcastically.

"Don't worry, your little punching bag will be back soon," You snickered to yourself.

"I can't wait to get my hands on that stupid little- UGH!" Google was now radiating pure rage from his seat.

"Woah, woah, chill out there. You're supposed to be giving your core a break. This much anger could make it crack even more you know," You informed him. He gave a frustrated grunt in reply.

"How about we go to his favorite pretzel place first?" Subway offered. "The could lift his mood a bit."

"You always did have the best ideas, Subway," McGeese complimented. Subway waved him off playfully.

Eventually, you all arrive at the mall and all get out of the car. It takes all three of you to drag Google out by his arms and legs.

"If you're gonna be a sour puss, I won't buy you that new lego set," You huff at him.

"Lego set? I'm not five," Google grumbled. But he did seem to perk up a little bit.

You roll your eyes and laugh a bit. While the two of you walk in, you can hear the faint sound of music and chatter from other folks. You almost have to squint your eyes at how white everything is. The only visible colors are a complimentary blue, red, and green in their respective wings of the mall. The four of you make a beeline for the little pretzel stall and order the huge pretzels.

"Lets not break the budget like last time and get Duck mad again," Subway laughed.

"I'd love to see him get their feathers in a bunch again," McGeese said with a mischievous grin.

"How did you two even start beef? You two are like, the most polite in the mansion. I'm pretty sure one of you would say something like 'indubitably' during an argument," You replied, earning a short snicker from Subway. McGeese raised his eyebrow, clearly not amused.

"Safari, I highly doubt you even know what that word means," He shot back.

"Of course I do! It means- uh- unmm-"

McGeese stares at you, eyes boring into your soul as you try to get the answer. Eventually, you give up and he nods with victory.

"That's what I thought. Now, lets get to that Lego store. I heard they actually have some new sets out. We can look for one for Gabe too," McGeese said.

"Hey, that's not a bad idea! We can also ask the groupchat if anyone else wants anything while we're here," Subway commented. You all agree for once and head over to the Lego Store first.

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The mall trip was rather uneventful so far, save for the trip to the Lego Store and the pretzels. But you were Subway, you could never sit still. You hated being in one place for too long, except for your room of course. You were shuffling on your feet until a group of four walked up to you guys. Oh god, the Opera Quartet.

"Oh, look who it is! A group of losers from the Webgala mansion!" True Opera giggled to themself.

"Come to stink up the place again? You know they don't allow stray DOGS into the mall," Offical Opera sneered.

"Ugh, not you four," You drag your face down with your hands.

"Aww did you miss us? Come to get another ass-kicking?" Real Opera laughed obnoxiously.

"Hardly, we're just here to buy Legos," McGeese replied and crossed his arms.

The quartet seems to hesitate for a moment. For a second, you feel like you're actually going to get out of this, but that string of hope is snapped almost instantly.

"Is that the limited edition Digital Grand Tower Lego Set?" True Opera asked, peeking at your bag.

"Uh, yeah, it was the last one actually," You stated nonchalantly.

"THE LAST ONE?? THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OURS!! HAND IT OVER!" Official Opera exclaimed. He grabbed the package and started to pull it away, but you grab the other side and pull harder. It had turned into an all-out tug of war right in the middle of the mall. Safari, McGeese, and Google had all grabbed onto you to help pull while the other Operas pulled on Official Opera. The eight of you were pulling so hard that the package was starting to rip...until someone smacked it out of your hands and caught it in their own.

"What's all this ruckus? In the middle of the mall too? My, my...what would Honda think.." A voice taunted. You all turn your heads to see Tesco standing there with the lego box spinning on their index finger. They toss the box and catch it again, then they toss it back to you. "Next time, I'll take that for myself. It's impolite to treat someone's jewels like they're toys."

You mutter to yourself. "But it is a toy.."

"Can it, Sonic wannabe. Where are your little Chaos, huh?" Tesco snapped. You gasp in offense.

"Don't you talk about Paul, Brian, and Jennifer that way! They are their own little robots! Besides, Chaos are organic creatures, not man-made. If you were interested in Sonic, you would know that, you uncultured hacky-sack grocery store," You snapped back. Tesco looked at you like a Victorian man being told his wife was seduced by the Devil himself.

"You take that back right now," Tesco growled.

"Or what? Hacky-sack," You doubled down. Tesco bumped heads with you.

"Subway, we have to get going. Come on, let's leave these losers," Safari said and pulled you back by the arm. You sigh to yourself and walk off with the others. While you do, Jennifer peeks out of the bag and blows a raspberry at Tesco. Little sparks of electricity dance between his antennae threateningly.

"Should we tell the others about our little encounter today? I mean, its not everyday you get to see member from both NuWave Mansion AND Digital Grand Tower. They'll think we're crazy," Safari said to you.

"Tesco is part of Digital Grand Tower?" You ask.

"Yeah, you didn't know? He has the logo on the back of his jacket and everything. You didn't see it?"

"I was too busy looking at his stupid front, stuck up prick that he is," You replied.

"Oh he's not that bad. You should see Sephora. And Honda too. In fact, anyone from the Digital Grand Tower thinks they're more elite than everyone else. They tried to get Duck and Bing to join them, but the two refused," Safari explained.

"What? Why? Anyone would kill to get into Digital Grand Tower," You said, absolutely bewildered.

"The two of them didn't like how stuffy the place was. That and their morals and rules were way too exclusive. Like, they wouldn't even be able to talk to us anymore. I swear, that tower is just a big clique of high school bullies," Safari sighed to themselves.

"This is news to me..Do ya think they had some friends in the tower?" You question.

"From what I've heard, Victoria's Secret and TikTok actually recommended them. But as you can see, they aren't really friends anymore," McGeese spoke up. "Honda and Samsung Music are dead serious when it comes to their rules."

"That sounds like a personal hell. Isn't the main vibe of that tower just to become uber famous???" You inquire.

"It is, hence why its a tower instead of a mansion. It's not a home, its a business transaction," McGeese replied.

You shake your head with disapproval. "Glad those two didn't fall for that.."

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"You never cease to amaze me, dear Tesco," A voice spoke. It was heavy and daunting, like a cloud bearing a heavy thunderstorm. "Amaze me with your relentless disappointing. What, did you expect me to praise you for merely insulting them? And you handed the lego set back, no less. You were supposed to bring it back."

"I'm sorry, Mister Honda I-i just-"

"Don't give me excuses. I needed that lego set and you failed me. It would've been the tower's charm!" Honda yelled. You flinch back, afraid he might toss something at you. "I knew I should have sent Sephora instead. Even Roblox would've done better than you four imbeciles. It shot a glare at the Opera triplets. They cower behind each other.

"Now then, get out of my sight," Honda hissed before kicking them out of his office room. The four of you looked to each other and brushed yourselves off.

"Same old Honda. He was always one for order," You sigh to yourself. "I still don't get why he wants that lego set so bad. Its just a replica of the tower."

"That's exactly why he wants it. His pride and joy is this damn tower," True Opera spoke.

"And not his kids? I mean, that guy has gotta have kids, right?.." You ask.

"As far as I know, the guy is celibate. He claims he has no time for relationships and the tower is his only love blah blah blah-" Real Opera scoffed.

"I knew it's heart was too small to hold love for anything other than this damn tower. He doesn't even recognize us as sentient I bet. He thinks we're it's stupid little pawns," You spat.

"I mean, it *is* his tower. It's letting us live here," Official Opera pointed out.

"That doesn't mean he has to be such a jerk about it. We are paying our equal dues," You grumble to yourself and start to walk down the hallway with the Operas. The hallway is needlessly long, just as this tower is needlessly tall. Seriously, it was an earthquake hazard. Even though there probably weren't any earthquakes way up here, right? Either way, you two are at your rooms now.

"Think he's gonna tell Sephora?" You sigh to the others.

"Oh for sure. And then it'll be the same story of berating us and such," Real Opera groaned and plopped down on their bed. The other two follow suit in their respective beds.

"I wish we could actually just, get the fuck out of this tower. But with how we treat the Webgala mansion, I highly doubt we'll be able to ask them if we can stay over," You cross your arms over your chest and lean on the doorway.

"Considering that Duck guy, he might let us in," Official Opera pointed out. "But what would we tell the others? We can't just leave them here."

"Uh, well..I mean, we can just leave in secret, right?" You ask.

"Yes, but then they might come looking for us," True Opera replied.

"Like a mystery case? Let's hope they don't hire that really good guy from the Webgala mansion to find us..I heard he solved a missing person case in less than two weeks.." You recalled an article you read last year. It was really popular for about a month.

"Either way, we need to get out of this place," True Opera said.

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On another day, you're out walking with your older brother. You were GB Tesco and he was just regular Tesco. The plaza was always bustling at this time of year since Spring was right around the corner. You two were out looking for some groceries for dinner at the local farmer's market. All was going normal until you spotted four figures. Three of them was familiar, the other was completely unbeknownst to you. You follow your gut feeling and walk over.

"Hey uh, aren't you that super famous detective?" You ask. McGeese turns towards you, as well as his other friends. There's Pizza Hut, Dairy Queen, and an unfamiliar looking robot.

"I am indeed. Please, no asking for autographs. I forgot my pen at home," McGeese replied humbly.

"Who's that guy next to you?" You ask, pointing to him.

"That there is our new resident! His name is Gabe. He sort of just, fell into the world and we brought him to the Webgala mansion. Right now, we're taking him shopping so we can make him something special for dinner," McGeese explained. You look over to Gabe, who's lifeless eyes and blank expression stared right back. You shudder slightly and look back to the others.

"He doesn't talk much when you first meet him. But if you ask him about a topic he likes, he'll talk for HOURS," Dairy Queen explained.

"yeah, I was listening to one of his schpeals for eight whole hours-" Pizza Hut added.

You spot a figure in the hands of Gabe. You tilts your head curiously. "Who's that in your hand, Gabe?"

"This is Megatron. The most common adaptation of him is being the leader of the Decepticons. He didn't like the way the Senate was treating lower class workers on Cybertron, so he decided to start a rebellion to overthrow him. The only thing is, he wanted peace through tyranny and he-" He continues talking for about fifteen minutes. You have a hard time trying to process all the information coming out of his mouth as lighting speed. You blink in surprise when he finishes.

"That sounds, super cool-" You breathed, feeling exasperated for him. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

"Now then, why are *you* here?" McGeese asked and put his hand on his hip. "Weren't you just tormenting us yesterday?"

"Yes, but I just wanted to-" Before you can finish, your older brother casually covers your mouth.

"What he WANTED to say was, he was so excited to give you one of THESE," In an instant, his fist goes flying towards McGeese's face. McGeese is quick to block the shot. A sound of crunching metal can be heard. Your older brother hisses in pain and draws back. His fingers are crunched up pretty badly.

"You little runt!! I just got a new paintjob!" Your older brother grunts and throws another punch, only to have it deflected and a punch right to the jaw. Some of the new paint job scratches off.

"Bro, stop!! You're fighting a losing battle here!" You exclaim.

"Lil bro..I never lose. Which is why I haven't lost my virginity yet, either," Your brother smirked your way. Everyone and their mother scrunched up their noses at the corny joke.

"For someone from the Digital Tower, you sure are a brute," McGeese trips up your brother and digs his heel into his chest. "I suggest you take your leave now untill you want to be redirected to an /auto parts/ shop."

You pick up your brother and sigh. "Sorry about him. We've really gotta get going, it was nice talking to you guys!" You quickly dart off in the opposite direction with your brother in tow.

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"Can you stop breathing down my neck for fifteen seconds?!" You snap, looking back to your roommate, Subway.

"You have something I want," Subway hissed.

"What, a brain?" You scoff, resisting the urge to swat him off.

"No, the fucking PS5 controller, dimwit!! Duck said it was my turn fifteen minutes ago!" Subway tried to reach for the controller, but you hold it just out of reach of him.

"Well you're fifteen minutes too late!" You argued. Subway lunged at you, knocking the controller out of your hands. You two wrestle on the ground in a fit of rage. Hands go flying, various red marks and bruises are made before the teeth were bared. Subway bit first, digging his teeth into your hand. There's a harsh crunching noise, then a searing pain down the entirely of your arm. You yell out in agony, but don't hesitate to bite back. Your teeth plunge right into his shoulder, drawing a bluish electric substance. Blood. You pull your face away, tearing away the chunk of skin. Subway lets out a garbled scream, but retaliates by tearing your ear clean off. There's an intense ringing where your ear used to be, causing you to wince. The only thing keeping the both of you up and fighting was the intense adrenaline and sheet amount of red you were both seeing. Hell, you had forgotten what you two were both arguing over. Others would've thought you were fighting over something more serious, like gang discourse or something like that idk I've never been in a gang.

It felt like hours had gone by already. Blue spots stained the carpet below you two, but you kept fighting. Subway had chewed up and swallowed at least half your hand by now, as well as your ear and a chunk of your face. The taste of electricity and metal was still present on your tongue from when you took a bite out of his shoulder. You had also ripped out one of his eyes which was know rolling around on the floor somewhere. Parts of your clothes had been ruined with blood and claw marks. The only time you two stopped attacking was when DuckDuckGo walked into the room.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!!?" Duck yelled. You two snap out of your blind fits of rage before looking to them. Their face bore a look of horror and disgust. "YOU. You not only ruined each other, but you ruined my carpet!! My spotless fucking carpet!"

"What's up d- OH MY GOD!!" Ihop yelled, covering their eyes. It looked like they were going to puke. Duck pinched the bridge of his nose and called up McGeese.

"As much as you know I hate to admit it, I need your help," They said. In the blink of an eye, McGeese has materialized right in front of the group.

"You ca-OH god," He said and looked at the mess. "We should get them to that recovery room. Before their cores start to dull from the blood loss," He stated and swiftly picked Subway up off of you. For a small man, he sure was strong. Duck had picked you up and taken you to the recovery room. You were still in shock and frankly, that was the only thing keeping you from passing out right now. But it wasn't long before your body hit the bed and you were out cold. The most you could hear were the voices of Duckand McGeese in your slumber.

"You know, fights haven't been this intense since...He was here. The only started getting worse after we rescued that robot.." Duck muttered to McGeese.

"Do you think?..No, it can't be," McGeese shooed away the thought.

"Who knows? There might be a pattern here, to be honest. If we can check their internals, such as the brain and the core, we can figure out what exactly is setting them off like this. For all we know, it could be a rogue virus," Duck suggested.

"That could be the case, but why haven't we been infected? If it were rouge, it wouldn't be so targeted," McGeese replied pointedly. "These seem to be targeting duos who really hate each other, causing massive violent outbreaks. Then again, such things are normal for Google and Bing."

"Then we have to dig deeper. It will take a while since there's only one of me. Unless you know someone else who is medically informed and can do surgery," Duck scoffed.

"I actually do have someone," McGeese picked up his phone and dialed in an unknown number. There's three rings before an answer.

"Hello?" The person on the other side spoke.

"Hello, is this the U.S. Navy?"

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It's been a long night, there are a lot of things weighing on your mind. It's hard to sleep, so you pull out your only source of outlet. You get up from your bed and head to your desk, pulling out a journal and your favorite pencil. From there, you begin to write.

"I won't start this with something corny like 'Dear Diary', but I do feel the need to release all of these feelings.

Recently, I have made so many wonderful friends. They have made me into a better person and I have also helped them with their worries. But for the life of me, I cannot share the deepest parts of me to them. I can't crack this shield for any of them. I'm afraid of scaring them with this absolutely intense void of a person. Someone who is so empty yet so full of emotion that it may tear them apart if they even dare to peek. These emotions ruin me and tear me up from the inside out. They dig into the awfully cauterized wounds of my being, forcing me to burn the seams together over and over until blisters start to form. I feel like its a necessary sacrifice to make in order to avoid the entity within me scarring them too. I have finally found a safe place, the last thing I want to do is frighten them and break down this house I've been searching for my entire life.


I have many insecurities. I overthink so much. And while I trust my friends, there is always a part of me that feels like they are trying to cover it up for the sake of my feelings. These feelings that come in such intense waves that most times it feels like I'm drowning. I love my friends with all of my being. So much that it physically hurts sometimes. I treasure them like precious gems. I embed them in my heart. I etch their names into the corners of my mind. I sleep on the clouds of their thoughts. Yet I'm deathly terrified of letting them see mine. I fear that if they open my mind, they will be disgusted by the maggots of the past infesting my body. The dead mealworms that fill my lungs and spill out in this private have of mine. They burn. They burn so much and infest the wires of my very being. The higher beings look upon me with disgrace, and I fear my dearest friends will react the same way. Especially if they knew all the things that happened to me. They would find me so utterly disgusting. They would never look at me the same way again if they knew I have been caressed by predatory hands so many times.They would think me a whore, just like the higher ups do.


I hide behind the visage of an angel, yet I am so tainted. The white of my wings are forever stained black with permanent oil. Nothing will wash away these paintings of the past that have ruined me so much. I am so terrified of everything. I feel like I'm walking on a thin lake of ice with extremely heavy hiking boots. I fear constantly falling into the pit of my own emotions. I want to scream, but I will forever resent myself if I scare those I hold close to me. I wish I wasn't a mess. I wish I wasn't an ocean of emotion. I wish I wasn't a void of a person, the person I used to be. I will never truly know who I am, because it was forgotten and buried in the Fort Knox equivalent of a safe and tossed into the vast vacuum of the universe, never to be found again. It was ripped from me, much like many things in my life. But it was taken in a dance that seemed so gentle and loving. One that I felt so secure in and never wanted to leave. Then they left me abandoned on the dancefloor in front of everyone with my chest torn open and all of my deepest secrets pouring out onto the glossy wooden floor. I had never felt so betrayed in my life.


I'm scared of it happening again. I'm scared of being vulnerable for the fear that the photos of me in everyone's minds will be burned away once they see a fraction of me. That is why I write here. This is what's best until I can pick up the pieces of myself and put them back together again.


After a while, you get up from your desk, shut the journal, turn on your lava lamp, and tuck yourself unto the covers. Despite tears stinging your optics, you fall into a peaceful sleep.