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[WorkerDrone]

Spoiler: Nick of a Razor (click to show/hide)

...April 17th
I was hunched over in the parking lot, taking erratic looks behind me. Fuck, my cheek got nicked in there, barely got out before it got out of control. I never knew a razor stayed that sharp. I jumped when I heard a sound from the back door. She was coming. Time to bugger off.

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"Hiii~" I shivered. Heavy breathing was all I could hear, the sound of sliding metal on metal...I felt sheer anticipation from outside the stall, to open the door...she'd let me off right? She's just trying to scare me again because of what I said. She's just in for a laugh, nothing serious. Not gonna...

The door slowly opened, the slow sliding tip of a blade sliding along to the right on a hinge, before reappearing as the door glided open. She stood there, a wide smile plastered on her face as she held her breath upon seeing me. I felt like a deer caught in headlights or something, those green eyes paralyzed me with sheer...it was like she was deranged.

The next moment shook me back from what was probably a few seconds that seemed like several minutes. She pushed me back against the toilet, catching me off guard and off balance. Fuck was she stronger than she looked...I felt the caress of metal slide up my neck, the flat end of a razor resting on my cheek.

Her face pushed itself close, the deranged slasher-like expression played plainly upon her face. "..." I blinked, trying to blot her out. Ignoring whatever she was doing with that other hand. Fuck. I move now and she cuts my throat. I can't do anything sudden with the razor there. And who knows what she has in mind...

She bent forward, whispering things into my ear, I lost track of the endearments, it was so surreal...I realized most of these things sounded extremely embarrassing, in fact the only thing keeping this situation from being hot and bothered was the fact that she had a fucking RAZOR BLADE to my fucking throat! I shivered again and felt sickly when the slide of a tongue on my cheek woke me up from my dazed state. The press of the razor drew blood...

Oh god the look she gave me...I felt her breathing the smell in, intoxicated? Maybe, I couldn't tell just what the fuck was going on in her head. She pressed the blade just a little deeper, perhaps using what little self control she had left to keep from cutting into my cheek, lapping at the blood. Unfortunately for her, she had taken the razor just far enough away...

I pushed back suddenly, watching her stumble into the wall, her razor sliding back into this stall. I kicked the razor to the last stall. That should stall her. Before she could get back up, I ran out of the room, holding my cheek with a pressed hand, approaching the back door, and breaking the lock with two kicks from my boot. The padlock fell, allowing me to force the door open and run as fast as I could into the back parking lot.

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I wiped at my cheek, accidentally flinging blood on the ground unconsciously. Of all the embarrassing little endearments she had whispered into my ear, I managed to recollect one thing.

"...Janet..."

I looked back at the door. She was standing there, staring at me with those headlight green eyes. I ran as fast as my strides could carry me.

April 18th
"...so look, sorry, but you don't have any evidence." I glared at the officer on duty. "What does this fucking CUT look like to you? Isn't that evidence enough?" The officer only offered me a shrug. "Could have happened anywhere, besides, your story sounds strange enough as is. A big, tough guy like you getting stalked by some girl? With a razor? It's just not really believable." I grunted. He offered me only one thing at this point. "Look, we'll take a look in on it, alright? But this seems like a joke, and we have plenty of kids wandering in here giving us bullshit stories already. Relax man, can't handle one girl?"

I stormed out of the Moderator station, pushing a clerk out of the way as I rushed off. If they wouldn't believe me, I know people who would.

...Well maybe.

[Duke 2.0]

 Moderator station?

 Now we are just making crap up.

[WorkerDrone]

I'm a master at bullshitting.

[Jackrabbit]

Bullshi - Oooooooh hohohoooooo.

[Tack]

I'm gonna do an April 18th part. from my point of view. So... nobody steal it.
By the way April 18th is not a weekend. It's a week day. Or, B12 is 24/7.

Spoiler: The doctor of Luuuurve (click to show/hide)

April 18th

Well, WorkerDrone came in today with a big fuckoff cut on his cheek. He reckon's it's "nothing", but, Duke told Sonerohi, Who mentioned it near Vester who told Armok who blabbed to Newmars and Ein, Before Ein went and told Dragnar who told Jackrabbit, and Jackrabbit told Me (With some gentle nudging), That Dan saw Drone walking out of the Mod's Shack.
I mean, I don't know what type of knife it was, but, when I take a guess at whose, well, maybe he should have gone to the Clinic instead. Haha. Oh I am So Witty. In any case, I decided that it was time for ME to do something about the situation.

Gym class came along. Fun as always for me, Because I was able to bring along my Doctor's Certificate. It's hilarious, actually. I'm not allowed to "Do anything that has a potential of strain or injury". Suits me. Of course, WorkerDrone forgot his letter that said he could use his servo's in Gym Class. He tried to borrow the letter from Luke Prowler, but, apparently their in different chapters or something, so he got found out pretty quick. So they're both in trouble, and 'Drone had to stay behind four hours after gym class to get his suit re-calibrated. Four Hours! That took him right through lunch time. So. During my lunch time, I decided to go Visit his girlfriend. Hey, I know she's not his girlfriend. But. It seems to make him twitch when I say it.

Anyway, Lunch time came along, and this girl was just sitting there, at an empty table. She looked like she was looking for someone, and, seeing as WD was in the gym room, I decided to capture her attention for a while. The first thing I noticed when I sat down at the table were her eyes. Big and green. They just seemed to stare into you. She cocked her head at me, like I was a newly discovered item in the world of 'Her and WorkerDrone'. Obviously she seems to have pretty bad tunnel-vision on the guy. Anyway, I tucked my feet underneath me as I sat down. An unnecessary precaution, but, a precaution none-theless. So I sat there, and we had a fair staring competition (For some reason I have to keep my helmet off at school), before I gave in and threw a friendly wave between her and I. It seemed to break the tension slightly, so I decided to throw in a cautious greeting.
So. What'd you cut him with?
She looked at me like she didn't understand, but, I saw the lie in her eyes. I saw a lot of things in her eyes. Two hundred different intentions, with a lot of them revolving around me dying. Seeing as she wasn't going to offer any speech my way, I decided that I had to be the prime motivator of the conversation.
Well, look. I can see that you like the guy. It's pretty obvious. Sure, you must be totally speechless in his presence, I mean, it's just like that with a person you're interested in. Believe me, I am Fighting to be able to speak with you... S'rry. So... Uh... Why do you need to think that violence is the only way to get his attention? I mean, violence is awesome, but, generally only with people you hate, Y'know?
Seeing her disbelieving stare, I wondered if I'd said anything wrong or potentially threatening. However, at the hint of maybe a slight nod, I decided to continue.
So. The Honey is attracted to the 'Drone, eh? That's a wierd turn of events. It's also a pun... Did you... get the... pun? Nevermind. Well, I have to say, that if you want to get his attention, you are going the Wrong way about it. You need some lessons with the Doctor of Luuurrrve.
For the first time ever, I heard her talk. She didn't have a bad voice. At least, not the serial killer voice I expected.
Doctor of... Love?
Scratch that. Yes, it was exactly what I expected. Nevertheless, I continued. You shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. Unless the cover is covered in fangs. Poisoned ones. That move.
No, dear. An elementary mistake. it's not 'Love'. It's 'Luuuurrrrve'. Y'gotta pronunciate the Passion!
Lurve
Exactly! almost. You gotta take some lessons. Learn some rules.
At her nod, I knew she was hooked.
Yeah! That's the spirit, baby! Now, listen closely. 'The Doktar', repeats for No-one.
Ahem.
Lesson on-
I changed my mind. Go away before I kill you.
Calling her bluff, I knew that my only chance was to see how good my advice was quickly, so that she'd take me more seriously.
Don't Cut Your Boyfri-

It was green. Green grass was above me. I was floating in space, a blue sky in front of me. I couldn't see my body, everything below my head was shrouded in a thick grey mist. A thick, solid, grey mist.


Fuck. I'd been pushed through a wall again.

If it wasn't noticeable, my character is still as invincible as last time I introduced me. He just doesn't have the same traumatising backstory. Because it's Tack this time... not tack.
...

[WorkerDrone]

Just a warning.

Janet is planning on writing accompanying text to all of mine like the first time after I decided to not just make it one thing.

SO yeah don't go crazy, give me some fucking breathing room(Tack).

[Gunner-Chan]

I'd honestly say that anything people add to this are non cannon. Well unless they ask or something.

Spoiler: A taste of perfection. (click to show/hide)

April 17th
I carefully followed the smell of his blood down the halls, it was the most invigorating smell I had ever experienced... And the taste...

I grasped the door, and started to open it. I couldn't hold back a small laugh from the excitement of getting another fleeting glance at my lover.


The door swung open slowly, I could feel the heat of my own breath before me as I stared at Workerdrone. The perfection of his form hit me, leaving me unable to breath. I couldn't just stand there any longer, I lunged at him, pinning him against his seat as I brought my razor up against his neck. I had important things to talk about, and I wasn't gonna let my little grey eyed angel escape me before I had a chance to tell him.

I ran the blade up his neck as I brought my face closer, letting him feel the coldness of the blade against his skin. A feeling I quite wanted to share with him. I began to whisper to him, spilling my heart before him. I wanted him to know I was his as much as he was mine, and one way or the other he was MINE.

I was too into the moment to recall what I had told him, but I only remember this...

"I am yours... And you are mine... Your Janet... My WorkerDrone..."

As I talked to him he didn't react, words weren't working... I'd have to take a more hands on approach. Again I moved my razor, slowly up to his left cheek as I brought myself to his right. Licking at it as I carefully drew the blade into his skin. The smell of the blood hit me as I stared into his eyes again, I could feel the heat of my own breath coming back from against him... I kept breathing it in...  I needed more! I cut deeper and pushed my lips against the cut, tasting and licking at his flowing blood. The taste was even better than the smell, I wanted to stay here for as long as I can... I brought my Razor back a bit but then...

Suddenly I was pushed backwards, hitting against the far wall. I had dropped my Razor... I could only hope I had gotten through, and he was about to turn the tables on me, but suddenly he ran, clutching his cheek. I stood back up as quickly as I could to retrive my razor from under the stall he kicked it to and followed him, the smell made it easy...


I flung the door open, finding my lover looking back to me before he began running again. He was too far ahead for me to catch him... Another day... I guess it's time to go home then. As I walked across the parking lot I notice he had left a few precious drops of his blood on the floor... Wasting something so perfect would be a sin, so I dropped down to my hands and knees and licked it off the pavement. Still so good... So perfect...

April 18th

Today I skipped school again. Deciding instead to lie on the roof and reminisce over the sheer perfection of my new lover. His looks... His smell... His taste... All unspeakably perfect. All without equal.

Ill have to try and make him mine again soon. But today? I can just relax, knowing some day soon he will be as much mine as a pet. Bound to my love.

[Jackrabbit]

Oh Christ. Just Oh Christ. Oh. Oh Goddamn. Christ. Oh Jesus.

[WorkerDrone]

Oh Christ. Just Oh Christ. Oh. Oh Goddamn. Christ. Oh Jesus.

Oh god oh man oh god oh man oh god oh man oh god!

[ein]

Oh Christ. Just Oh Christ. Oh. Oh Goddamn. Christ. Oh Jesus.

Oh god oh man oh god oh man oh god oh man oh god!

Is your blasphemy directed at Janet's text?
Seriously, it's not that crazy. I've seen worse.
SEEN worse.
Text is nothing.

[WorkerDrone]

Nah, I'm just funning around.

I wouldn't be WRITING this stuff if I was TOO freaked out.

[Jackrabbit]

Oh Christ. Just Oh Christ. Oh. Oh Goddamn. Christ. Oh Jesus.

Oh god oh man oh god oh man oh god oh man oh god!

Is your blasphemy directed at Janet's text?
Seriously, it's not that crazy. I've seen worse.
SEEN worse.
Text is nothing.

Well yeah, me too. That doesn't mean that this doesn't still freak the shit out of me.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Yeah, that's not too bad. Fascinating and not really disturbing to me due to spending too much time around her.

[ein]

I'm not disturbed by it one bit.
And I honestly have no idea what caused my lack of disturbance.
Rough childhood left me hardened, but that's about it.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Okay, here's another one for me:

Spoiler: What the... (click to show/hide)

Segment 4: Okay, april seventeen, and.... well. That crazy girl; what was her name again? I think it was.. uh, fuck, I can't rememberl; something with a "G" maybe? ...In any case, I was outside, like, around the side of the parking lot. See, I had just ran out on class, for reasons that I am never going to tell anyone. Not even here. Seriously, if there's some wierdo reading this, FUCK YOU ASSHOLE. (Good, god. I'm more nuts then I thought... this is not good...)

Back to the main... er, thing: That girl.... though, argh. Starts before that with the big guy, Workerdrone (that's a rather strange name, now that I think about it, I mean, he must've had parents that were rather pessimistic about their sons future or something, I dunno). He had just burst out the back door, practically smashing the thing, and trailing blood! Not sure where from, as he was moving like a... a... ah, crap, I'm no good at this. He was running fast enough to be really blurry, anyway, so I couldn't tell where it was coming from; but there was a lot of it.

That's not the real disturbing part, though. That was when that psycho girl burst out the very same door, brandishing a bloodstained razor blade! Luckilly, he was gone. Now, I may not be, like, Freeman Dyson, or anything, but I know when to hide. So, I pressed myself against the wall, trying my best not to be seen... but then, this strange noise came from where the girl was, and I'm as curious as a kitten, so I couldn't help but look.

She was on her knees, licking at the trail of blood like some kind of feral dog or something. It was the most disgusting thing that I've ever seen (that I can remember, anyway.). But... at the same time, it was, urgh, I can't even say it, but, I'm disgusted with myself for feeling it.... God, what the hell is wrong with me? Please, can someone tell me what the hell is going on? I really don't know....