by ... » Sun Jul 28, 2019 11:18 pm
Sam -- ~her~ Sam, the one she was familiar with, gave her a bit of a disgusted frown as she looked down at her on her desk, where she sat, as a mug, filled with piping hot coffee
"I'm not drinking from you, Mr. Stanton, and I'd appreciate a scenario in which you don't change and douse my papers in hot coffee.
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Coming back to reality would bump Robin back into another mushroom... and another...
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"You could have left the room at any time!", Victoria hissed at her, accusingly, shoving her chest as she cornered her in the dining hall. ""You could have waited until no one was looking and slithered right out the door, under the bed, whatever... instead you just laid there and let us have sex on top of you."
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"Is is so much to ask that you spend one night as my husband?" an older Sara huffed at her, storming her way back into their bedroom. "You already spend so much time over at Sam's; I didn't...I didn't marry a lightbulb!"
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"You are right," Emily said, her cheerful expression shifting blank deadpan as she stared at her, a twitch of disapproval echoing in her eyes. "A dumb animal can not be expected to be responsible for their paperwork. The fault lies with the owner. A heavy fine will have to be levied."
"You may have to be put down. You are not fit to be a dog. It is offensive to canines everywhere."
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"Spluh, dad!", a younger Robin complained, stomping down the stairs. The apartment was decked out, congratulating her for graduating high school, but she didn't seem to be in a particularly celebratory mood. "No one ELSES father insists on being tagging along for prom night as a corsage. If you were a ~normal~ dad, then my life would be SO much easier!"
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"Don't tell me you're fine with this!
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"Pervert!"
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"Disgusting piece of trash!"
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"It's very bad form to eat your dad," Sam hissed at Robin as the two crouched down, hidden in the hallway, as Tosh turned a little green around the gills.
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"I'm going to be sick"
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"Too easy," McDohl said, shaking her head as she picked Robin up. "You know, if you had even one-tenth of a spine, you might eventually amount to something.
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"You're being deliberately obtuse," Nina said coldly, swishing Robin around inside her bottle. "It is not an appealing feature."
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"The laws of physics weep at your existence," ASHLIE frowned at Robin on her computer console.
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Tink raced over to the trash can and vomited, repeatedly, as Robin pulled herself, arm after arm after armafterarmafterarm out of the jar Nina had stuffed her into. Cal, disgusted, let go of her hand and wiped it on his jeans, a smear of clay appearing. "Fuckin' gross," he muttered, and then quickly joined Tink as Robin opened an eye...and another, and another, and another. Sara tried to hold her hand and calm her down...but she [i]too rushed off for the trash can as a bulge on the side of her neck burst open, sending clay and goo and one of Nina's probes flailing across the room.[/i]
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Tereza rocked back and forth on the ground, flashing a look of despair and pleading towards Sam, as Robin bounced up and down in their apartment, excited. "Uh...," Sam said, hesitantly. "Don't you want, like...a real bed again?"
"I think there's a good space for you in with Gemma," Tereza added. "After all, I remembered how much it...irritated you that people treat you like property...but you're my friend and a person, not a thing, Will... I didn't strictly ~want~ to purchase you"
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"I need you as a friend, Will. As a colleague," a very uncertain, and Morrgainy-d up Sam said. "I'm... not certain how to handle the rest"
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"It's disgusting," a Black Air scientist said, looking with disdain at the vat of Robin he was currently experimenting with. "You'd think they'd teach them at that so-called University of theirs a little bit of basic human decency."
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"I'm really not certain how comfortable I am with blessing him," Sam prostested to Nailah, who was holding Robin in her hands, disguised as a Sam action figure.
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""What is wrong with you?" Isolde yelled at her, as she hid back in the closet. "Do you like sitting in the closet for no damn reason? I'll leave you to your misery."
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"What is WRONG with you?"
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"What is WRONG with you?"
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"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
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Natalie shuddered in disgust, as some Robin-mixed-with-money-pulp-paste splashed out of the vat and onto her.
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"You're telling me it's a person?" the general barked at Robin's mother, dressed in a military work uniform. "It's been frozen under the ice since God knows when; what on Earth IS it?"
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"Why does everyone in this room keep breaking reality," Tosh frowned, as Robin changed shapes yet again. "It's getting annoying."
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"Sweet Jesus," John whispered, as the door in Faultline's apartment opened up to reveal a Room 'O Wills Melody vomited at the sight, and the thoughts of what had gone on in there. "What. The. FUCK?" she gagged.
"Oh God, oh my God." Isabel said, the look on her face suggesting she was about to vomit "We have to stop her. We have to kill that bitch."
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Onyx frowned at her, as she tried to walk out the door. "You're making things more complicated by being stubborn and childish."
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"I don't know if I like this," Sam frowned, watching Natalie attempt to repair the Robin-Computer.
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"A leash and collar is... degrading.", Sara said, looking at her disapprovingly, fingers awkwardly and angrily twisting at an expensive leather collar with a tag reading "WILL" on it.
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"It is a satellite, Will," ASHLIE frowned at her. "It is not your friend. It is not sentient."
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"You should strengthen your sense of subjective reality being imposed on the physical world despite outside influences. It would help you not to be a puddle sitting in a bucket, too, ' ASHLIE frowned down at liquid Robin."
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Freak!
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The owners of the bakery stated at Robin -- it didn't take a genius to see what they thought of her, walking around all mutanty with that green hair and that obvious mutant swagger.
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"What is WRONG with YOU?"
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"Being drunk, and especially being drunk and disorderly is a crime. Being drunk and disorderly and a freak is even moreso," the bouncer at the bar slurred at Robin and Shari, trying to intimidate them.
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"What is wrong with you!"
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"You know what's wrong with you, Sugartits?"
Robin was in Melpomene's penthouse apartment. Her eyes flashed, for the umpteenth time, at the glowing ball above the mantelpiece. She knew, if she could just grab HOLD of it, she'd remember. She'd remember her real name, where she lived, how to get out of the apartment, how to use the phone to call Sara and tell her where she was. Mel had taken all of that from her, and hung it over the fireplace, taunting her throughout...everything.
But she couldn't grab it. She had no arms, for one; those were long since deemed unnecessary. Her feet had been forced into ridiculously high heels, and she wore almost a parody of a french maid's outfit as she stumbled around the apartment. Her tongue had been forcefully shifted into a feather duster, but with all the regular taste buds and functions still intact, meaning that she got a good mouthful of all the grime and debris as she went about cleaning Mel's apartment.
For the *umpteenth* time, Drew grabbed her ass as she walked around. "Your problem is that you love this. All of this. You love being right here under our Mistress' thumb. It's all you ever really wanted, isn't it? To be used and abused by someone who sees you for what you really are. This is what you've wanted, the whole time, and the only one who ever will give it to you thinks of you as less than nothing. A tool in her revenge. A stain under her boot. Someone who hates you and what you stand for..
He grinned, with just the hint of sadism twinkling from each eye. "Between you and me, Sugartits; you'll never break free. But even if you do, even if somehow, someway, your Goddess comes to free you, you'll have to live for the rest of your life knowing that this is part of you. And that no one will ever, ever understand you. So just give in. We'll treat you with everything you have ever deserved. And you'll love it, and you'll hate yourself for loving it. We'll take you apart piece by piece, and put you back together in our image.
Because you're a freak. And you're our freak. Forever.