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The sound of her fans is way too loud in the otherwise silent room. It's always there but softer and smoother, to the point where she doesn't even notice it anymore. She does notice it today. She has been noticing it for days actually. It's starting to make her go crazy.

It happened just a few days ago. She was casually cleaning her joints, carefully taking out the hairs that always seem to get stuck in them with one of the cats sitting beside her. She suddenly felt a paw touch her joint and a nail hitting one of the sensors hidden under her casing.

Normally it's fine, she is not really the jumpy type and, just in case, her joints lock in place when her system detects that she might make a sudden movement. But for some reason it didn't work this time.

The second she felt it her arm flew upwards hitting her right on the chest and startling the cat, who ran out of the room quickly. She sat there, stunned, her hand still splayed across her chest as she saw numbers fly across her vision for a few seconds. Thankfully she couldn't feel a dent under her palm and her paint seemed fine so she moved it away slowly.

She went to stand up, with the goal in mind to go tell Ranboo about what happened immediately. A thud, thud, thud could be heard coming from inside her chest with every step as she walked in the direction of their room. It was faint, just loud enough for her to be the only one able to hear it.

A surge of embarrassment traveled through her wires and she stopped in place. She accidently hit herself so hard that something inside of her came loose, how can she be so clumsy? Just the thought of telling them that she did this to herself made error messages fill her mind, she could even feel her endoskeleton getting a little hotter. She would be blushing if she could. And so she decided to ignore it, she felt fine and her fans being a little louder doesn't have to mean that anything is wrong so surely it couldn't be anything important.

The days passed without anyone suspecting anything. No one even noticed that she was moving slower and more carefully than usual.

That was until today when she came back online after being done charging to a weird sensation inside her chest, as if something was pulling on every wire inside of her. She tried to sit up but the pulling got worse, making her lay on the floor quickly, afraid that something would unplug and she would be done for.

She immediately thought about calling Ranboo or Moonzy, anyone that could stop whatever was happening to her and make sure that she didn't accidentally fuck herself over. She moved her arm up to reach for the emergency button located on the side of her head, just behind her ear. But she was stopped by a garbled moan coming out of her voice box and an unexpected warmth exploding inside of her. As if her cooling got all over her insides.

That's how she finds herself right now, splayed on the floor with her legs slightly open, hot all over and her fans whirring loudly. She knows she would be breathing heavily if she had lungs. Her vision is a little hazy but she ignores it while she goes through the options of what she should do on her mind. The loud sounds from her fans make it so she can't concentrate as much as she wants.

Calling Ranboo is out of the picture, she doesn't want them to see her in this state, it would be too embarrassing. It also makes her a little hotter for reasons she can't understand and doesn’t even have the time to think about. She thinks of Moonzy but quickly discards the thought, she's not sure if they even know how to fix whatever is wrong with her.

She closes her eyes and focuses on calming down, her fans slowing slightly, the noise becoming a little more bearable. After a while she finally decides on what to do, if no one here can help her then she will fix it herself. Or at least check if the situation is worse than she thinks.

Her hands move decidedly to the sides of her chest plate, unlocking the clasps keeping it in place with a silent click and carefully removing it from the rest of her casing. It leaves her chest cavity open to the coldness of the room, her fans and her voice box on display. The cold helps her fans a little, slowing them down to an almost inaudible buzz.

After carefully inspecting them and the wires connecting them to her system she sighs, defeated. Except for a little bit of dust covering the blades of her fans everything looks fine to her, so the problem must be lower, inside the plate covering her tummy. She digs her nails on her palms, dejected, she really doesn't want to go anywhere near there.

She has never touched anything down there, always begging Ranboo to knock her out before they do any maintenance there. It's too embarrassing, she knows what's hidden in there. She always comes back shaking, the nerves she felt before they turn her off coming back full force the second she's conscious again before fading to embarrassment. She knows what they saw there.

A fake penis, filled with sensors so she can feel every touch tenfold. It's hidden behind a rotating plate she always makes sure stays in place, she doesn't know what she would do if it ever moved without her even noticing. Probably shut down forever and forcibly delete the memory from her brain.

Ranboo had installed it for her, claiming that it's something they think she should have since she's supposed to look as human as possible. She doesn't mind it being there, really, but she's too scared of getting caught even just looking at it. Especially if it's Ranboo, for some reason she can't control her emotions properly when thinking about them. She can always feel herself getting warmer in their presence. She lets herself think about how they would react if they saw before quickly shelving the thoughts in the back of her mind, now it's not the time to fantasize about them.

When that plate is removed you can see it, peeking out from the bottom. It's a little too much for her, but she doesn't have any other option. She has to look down there whether she likes it or not.

Leaving her chest cavity uncovered her hands move lower, over her fake belly button and onto the bottom of the plate. Her hands shake as she unlocks the clasps, her eyes closing as she removes the plate. She doesn't even want to think about how her hands keep brushing her crotch.

Reluctantly she opens her eyes, inspecting the mess of wires and other stuff shoved in there. It's always so fascinating to her how just a bunch of metal is needed to keep her alive, well, as alive as she can be. Her eyes drift to the bottom for a second before shooting up to the mess of wires in her middle. The whirring of her fans gets a little louder.

She notices a wire tangled on a much thicker one, the electricity running through it visible from the outside. It's not connected, so it must be the one that came loose a few days ago. Her hand reaches down, her fingers circling around it and pulling on it carefully, trying to untangle them.

It makes vision go white immediately, her limbs not responding as she tries to move her hand away from it. The moment she does she starts feeling shocks moving through her entire body, stimulating sensors she didn't even know she had. She tries to speak but only static comes out, she has never felt anything like this before.

When she has calmed down enough she looks down, her vision still a little blurry, noticing that the tugging must have pulled the wire tighter around the other. The only explanation she has for what she felt is that it must have stopped electricity from moving freely inside of it, cutting off connection to some part of her.

She bites her lips, tasting metal and plastic on her tongue. It felt good and she recovered pretty quickly so surely nothing will go wrong if she does it again.

This time her fingers ignore the small wire, going for the thicker one. Two of them circle around it and tug on it gently. The reaction is instantaneous, her toes curling at the sensation. Good but enough, she wants to feel the same pleasure as before, so strong that she couldn't see.

Without a second thought she pinches it, keeping all electricity from going down. Her arms and legs start shaking, a series of garbled sounds she can't even hear coming out of her voice box. She keeps her fingers there for what she feels are a minute or even hours, she's so gone she can’t tell the time anymore. When her system starts filling her mind with error messages she lets go of it, rejoicing in the feeling of electricity surging through it again.

It's good but she needs more and more until her body can’t take it anymore. When she reaches down again she's a little more lucid and she notices that she hasn't even checked what this wire is connected to. She tugs on it, a shiver running down her back and settling on her joints, and follows its length with her eyes. It goes down and down and down until it finally ends just over her crotch.

She has to close her eyes to relocate, overwhelmed. Her fingers had been pulling on the wire that connects her penis to her system, after being so scared of even looking at it for so long. She wants to pull her hands away, cover her insides and hide forever but she finds herself unable to do so. But at the same time she wants to feel like this at all times.

It had felt way too good to stop now and it's not like anyone is going to come into the room. They probably think she's still charging, she even thinks she heard them leaving a few minutes ago. So she grabs the wire carelessly and pulls on it harshly, her other hand coming down to circle a finger over the port it's connected to.

The more she pulls the better it feels, sending shocks all over her body. She couldn't stop even if she wanted to, her hands moving on autopilot as she lets herself drown on the sensations.

A pit of warmth starts forming over her crotch. Mindlessly she moves one of her hands and tugs on her shorts, the other still pulling and pinching the wire. The second she does she pushes on her plate lighty, making it rotate with a click. It reveals her cock, hard and leaking a clear substance, for everyone to see.

She has secretly watched Ranboo and Moonzy enough to know what to do, the memories of what they do to each other stored in a secret compartment of her mind. They come back to her all at once, overwhelming her systems for a moment. It makes her limbs move without her permission. Not like she thinks she’s in control of her own body anymore.

Her hand wraps around the base of her cock, It's warmer than she thought it would be. She tugs on it, once, twice, her thighs quivering with every movement. It's too much for a few seconds.

The pit of warmth inside of her worsens, feeling like it's about to spill over. She thinks she's close. Suddenly images of them doing all of this to her flood her mind. Of Moonzy kissing her slowly and tugging on her hair as the other caresses the plate on her crotch, whispering sweet nothings and promises of how good they are going to make her feel if she behaves.

She hears a loud click and everything goes dark, her limbs stop responding and she's gone for what she feels is forever. Her mind reboots quickly and she lets herself enjoy the shocks of electricity still travelling through her body as it slowly comes back online.

A sticky substance coates her hand, her cock now lying limp on her plate. Curiosity wins over and she pulls her hand towards her mouth, a finger going inside easily. It tastes like artificial sweeteners and a bit of plastic, she can't get enough of it. She sucks on it until it's clean and switches to the next one, humming in content as she does.

The hand still inside of her untangles the smaller wire easily and quickly plugs it into the first place she could find. Immediately her vision gets a little brighter, she had been too worried about not getting caught she didn't even realize she couldn't see perfectly. Maybe the fan thing happened because she was worrying too much. It makes her feel a bit like an idiot.

She sighs and sits up, her hands carefully clasping the plates in place, covering her up. After cleaning her crotch as best as she can she flips it, hiding any evidence of any of this ever happening. She tugs her pants up and stands up, looking at the mirror in the side of the room.

Nothing about her reflection gives away what she just did but she doubts she will be able to stop thinking about it for a long time, it was too good to forget. She nods at herself proudly for successfully pulling this off without getting caught and turns around, opening the door and walking outside the room.

She looks around, making a happy sound when she doesn't see anyone. She walks towards their office to finally tell them that she thinks she needs some maintenance but stops just when she turns around the corner and sees a frame with a picture of Ranboo and Moonzy, their faces smashed together as they smile sweetly to the camera. They look like they are in love, she can even see it in their eyes.

Her mind goes wild from just the sight of them, her feet getting stuck where she is still standing there. She can’t look away. There's so many thoughts in her brain she can't push them back fast enough, she's not sure if she wants to. But she still panics, how is she going to act normal around them now when she can't even look at a picture of them without going insane? She’s so lost in her head she doesn’t hear the sound of the door opening.

“R800? Hi! We are home” She hears a voice from the distance, Moonzy she thinks. Her cock jumps from where it's hidden inside her crotch.

‘Holy shit’ She thinks ‘I'm so fucked’