“Wait a second, wait a second,” Warren put his hands in the air and subtly smiled. “You want me…to build you a robot?”
“Yes,” Buffy said, folding her arms over her chest and looking powerful, hoping that it was convincing.
“But…you threatened to break my legs for making my own robot.”
“Well,” she shifted uncomfortably. “That was…before.”
“Before what?”
“Before….” She sighed. “Ok, look. I tell you this and NO one finds out. Or I WILL pull your spine out of your ass.”
Warren shivered at the visual and conceded her request. “OK, I won’t tell anyone.”
“It’s just that…I haven’t been so lucky in the male department. You know…they all leave or they treat me like a child and I’m tired of it. So…I want you to make me a boyfriend. One that I can turn on and off at my own will. Like…a vibrator that talks.”
“And looks suspiciously like that vampire, Spike,” he said with a knowing smile.
“Never mind,” she groaned and turned around, storming away. What the hell was she thinking, anyway?
“Wait-wait-wait,” Warren said shakily as he ran after the Slayer and grabbed her arm. “I’ll do it.”
“You will?” She said with a cocked eyebrow.
“Yes. Just…give me all the specifics and a week to complete it.”
“One week? That’s it?”
“Well, I have a lot of free time.”
Buffy tapped her foot. “Ok. Deal.”
“One condition.”
“Oh, here we go,” she said rolling her eyes. “What is it?”
“You have to teach me and my two friends how to do that awesome back flip kick thing you do.”
Buffy smiled proudly. “I can do that.”
“And…you have to play Dungeons and Dragons with us this Sunday. Andrew has this really great campaign going where we’re all stuck in a cave with bug bears and Sylvan Elves. It’s…pretty cool. You can be a cleric or a frost giant! Anything you desire is waiting for you in the land of TSR.”
Buffy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I have no idea what you just said…and I’m afraid to ask. But…ok.”
“Really?” Warren’s eyes were misty as the greatest possible dream was coming true before his eyes. Why kill the Slayer when you could befriend her instead?
“Yes, really.”
“Then…let’s get started on those specifics, shall we m’lady?”
~*~*~*~
Andrew and Jonathan were sitting on barstools behind Warren as he worked on the Spikebot, enthralled with his latest assignment for the good of mankind.
“The eyes aren’t blue enough,” Andrew offered as he ate a handful of Cheetos.
Warren lifted his face guard and turned off his burner. “What do you mean? These are cerulean eyes.”
“Trust me,” Andrew said with a smirk. “They aren’t the right color. Spike has a certain…cobalt feel to his steely gaze,” he said dreamily.
“Oh, you are such a woman,” Jonathan said with a roll of his eyes.
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
“Yeah well…you have Aquaman boots!”
“In the third grade, you jerk!”
“But you wore them to school!”
“At least my ICQ name isn’t Leia4Life.”
“Shut up, Jonathan! That was a secret to be kept between fellow Jedi’s!”
“Guys,” Warren sighed, “Working here?”
The two boys shrunk in their seats and gave him an apologetic look. Warren turned around and shook his head, getting back to his important task for their new best friend, the Slayer of the Vampyres.
“So, is she using the Spikebot for target practice or something?” Jonathan asked as he stole a handful of Cheetos from his compadre.
“No, I think she’s lonely,” Warren said with a sad smile.
“Oh my God,” Andrew said clutching his chest, “Theirs is a love unbridled. The slayer and the vampyre…destined for love yet it remains unrequited for their purpose in life is to hate one another. Sworn to a great cause is she while he is born into darkness.” Andrew wiped a wistful tear away and his tone immediately changed when he noticed Warren working on a more interesting part of the Spikebot. “That should be a lot bigger, Warren.”
Warren sighed. “What do you mean?”
“Well…he wears those tight pants all the time and…I think you’re underestimating the Vampyre’s endowments.”
“What…you think like another inch or so?”
“At least,” Andrew said blushing. “Not that I would know or anything. I just think that the Slayer would appreciate it.”
Jonathan, who was busy daydreaming about playing D&D with the Slayer said, “Do you think she’d want us to create her character for her? Or do you think she’d want to roll her own stats?”
“Hmm,” Andrew said scratching his chin. “I believe we should create a character based on her personality traits.”
“Good idea, Andrew!”
“Thank you, Grasshopper. I have many grand ideas, being a dungeon master. I picked up second sight in Mehico.”
“Do you think she’s chaotic neutral?”
“Chaotic Good. There is no neutrality when it comes to slayers. But her strength and charisma are definite 20’s.”
“Guys…can you take this conversation somewhere else? This is a very…delicate procedure.”
Andrew and Jonathan stood up, scowling behind Warren as they went into the adjoining room, discussing how they could work in her character during the next campaign and how many experience points one would gain from slaying a slayer. Once out of sight, Warren added a bit more cobalt to the Spikebot’s eyes.
~*~*~*~
“Wow,” Buffy said with wide eyes.
“Do you like it? I-I mean, I couldn’t find a duster that was exactly the same…but it’s pretty close.”
Buffy looked at the creation before her and suddenly felt her stomach flip-flopping with nerves. The idea of the Spikebot was such a spontaneous thing and to see it up close and personal was making her feel nervous. Warren fidgeted with his hair as he awaited the Slayer’s response.
“It looks just like him!”
“Thanks, I mean…I am an arteest. Oh, and I entered in your friend’s and family profiles, as well as the accent which was a bit tricky. Oh, and the programming you required.”
“All…the extra programming?” she asked with a saucy leer.
“Yeah…the uh…scenario responses? Those are in there as well. He’ll even learn new ones as you give your commands. Here’s the manual, which you should really look through before turning him on. And if that’s all you need, I should get going because we’re building a Gundam while my parents are out of town.”
“Wait…hold on. I’m not so sure I’m a satisfied customer.” She tilted her head and eyed the Spikebot. “He looks a little shiny.” She chewed on her bottom lip. “A little too…plastic.”
The Spikebot opened his eyes and smiled warmly. “Buffy? Is that you?” She was instantly captivated by the handsome face and sweet demeanor programmed into the bot. He even got the eye-color perfect.
“Yeah…he’ll do just fine.” She quickly covered the Spikebot and led him out of Warren’s house, taking the hidden path in case anyone saw her walking in the middle of the day with Spike…who wasn’t really Spike.
~*~*~*~
Buffy removed the cover from her toy once they got into her bedroom. Dawn mentioned that she would be going to Janice’s after school and staying the night, so she had a while to figure out where to hide him as well as do a few test runs without interruption. As she pulled the cover off, however, her nerves doubled. The Spikebot smiled at her and blinked its eyes.
“Hello Buffy. That was fun walking in the dark.”
“Yeah,” she laughed nervously. “So…um…why don’t you take your coat off and sit down?”
Still smiling, the Spikebot did as he was commanded and Buffy sat across from him on her bed, going through the manual.
“Would you like a back massage, Buffy? I’m sure you are very tense from all that slaying of my kind.”
“Um…maybe later, Spike.”
“Ok. I’ll just sit here, then.” Spikebot clasped his hands and held them between his legs, smiling warmly at Buffy while she read. He tilted his head and studied her. “Bloody hell, you’re gorgeous, pet.”
She blushed and looked shyly at the robot. “Th-thank you, Spike…bot.” She fidgeted with the edge of the manual, knowing the program that was starting of its own volition. “Do you think I’m prettier than Drusilla?”
“Drusilla is a bloody hag compared to you.” He beamed. “If I weren’t a vampire and you weren’t a slayer, I would treat you like a queen…should you ever want me.”
“I know,” she said sadly, feeling the fantasy take hold. “But we can never be together…not really.”
“But why?” The Spikebot reached forward and took her hand in his. “I love you, Buffy.”
“You’re a vampire! It can never happen!”
“I’ll show you what can never happen!” Spikebot leaned forward and crashed his lips against hers, holding her head in his hands as his tongue passed her lips. Buffy moaned before pulling away and standing up abruptly.
“Spike! Why did you do that?”
“I’m sorry,” he stood as well and took a step towards her, “It’s just that I can’t control myself when I’m around you. You’re bloody gorgeous, pet. I want you. I need you.” He stroked her arm softly and looked deep in her eyes. “Can’t we pretend for a while?”
“Oh, Spike…” She flung herself into his arms and kissed him passionately. “Say you love me again!”
They were interrupted by a sound from downstairs. “Dawn! Oh, no!” Buffy hurriedly ran downstairs in order to distract her sister form finding out her little secret…forgetting to command her bot to stay put.
“Hey Dawn! I thought you were staying at Janice’s tonight?”
“Well, it turns out she’s grounded so…I’m stuck here with you.” She folded her arms and looked past her sister at the staircase. “And…Spike?”
“You’re Dawn!” The Spikebot said enthusiastically as he came down the stairs. Buffy’s eyes grew wide and she clenched the guard rail of the stair case. “You’re Buffy’s sister, one whom I’ve sworn to protect.”
“Yeah…” Dawn said slowly. “And…you were upstairs...why?”
“I’m in love with Buffy,” he said plainly and smiled.
Dawn covered her mouth and fought off a giggle at her sister’s expression. “Oh my God…were you guys making out?”
“What? No! Dawn…Spike and I were just…about to go patrolling.”
“She’s a vampire slayer,” Spike said with a nod of his head. “And I help because I’m on the path of redemption to prove my undying love, therefore I too, slay vampires.”
“Uh-huh…” Dawn said bemusedly. “So…are you like, high or something?”
Spikebot tilted his head. “I don’t understand this.”
“Ok!” Buffy shouted and grabbed the robot’s hand. “We’re just gonna head out. Will you call Willow and see if she can come watch you?” Without waiting for a response, she dragged the robot out the front door. “Ok, bye Dawn!”
Dawn stared at the closed door and blinked her eyes. “God, my sister is friggin’ weird.”
~*~*~*~
“Dawn?” Spike shouted as he walked in the house, as if he owned the place. “Buffy? Are you here?”
Dawn came out of the kitchen and greeted Spike, eating a slice of pizza. “Hey, Spike. Where’s Buffy?”
Spike cocked his head. “Uh…not sure, niblet. I was about to ask you.”
“But…you just left with her an hour ago.”
Spike narrowed his eyes and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Are you feelin’ alright, pet?”
Dawn rolled her eyes. “Yeah? Are you? You just left with her to go patrolling. I saw you leave with her.”
“Pet…why would I leave an hour ago when the sun’s only been down for less than a half hour?”
Dawn’s eyes widened. She was so dazed by what had happened she didn’t even notice that they left while the sun was still up. Then she noticed that Spike, the one in her living room, was wearing a different outfit. The first Spike was wearing a tight black tee and black jeans. This spike was wearing a brown button up and dark blue jeans. Something wasn’t right. “Uh oh…”
“Uh oh? What do you mean, ‘uh-oh’?”
“Well…I think you have a doppelganger, Spike…or Buffy’s under a spell. The other Spike…was all with the love proclaiming and she wasn’t punching him.”
Spike clenched his jaw and sighed. “The other Spike? There’s only one bloody Spike an’ he’s standin’ right here!”
“Sorry?” she said sheepishly and shrugged her shoulders.
“What did the wanker say?”
“I don’t know! He just said that he loved Buffy and something about being on the path of redemption. And they were…upstairs. In her room.”
Spike growled. “You’re kidding me!”
“Nope.”
“You mean she was…they were…oh, bloody hell!” Spike clenched his fists. No one got to do the naughty bits with his Slayer but him! Even if there was another him running around! “And…she didn’ punch him?”
“Nope. In fact, she dragged him out of the house…holding his hand.”
Spike started pacing. This was not good. Not bloody good at all. “Where did they go?”
“Patrolling.”
“Right.” He turned on his heel and stormed out of the house on a mission. He was going to find the Slayer and teach her a lesson about knowing the difference between the real big bad and an impostor.
~*~*~*~
“I would never leave you,” Spikebot whispered as he unclasped Buffy’s bra. He kissed her neck and pressed her against a crypt wall in the cemetery.
“Oh, Spike,” she moaned. “Tell me more!”
“I would allow you to be your own person. An’ I wouldn’ doubt your choices because you are the Slayer and everyone should respect your decisions.”
“Mmm,” she sighed as Spikebot pinched her nipples.
“We could fight together,” it licked her nipple, “and shag one another,” the other nipple, “and I would tell you every day how much I love you.”
“Oh!” She ran her hands through his platinum locks, closing her eyes as it continued teasing her aching nipples.
The real Spike, who’d tracked her scent, stopped abruptly at the scene before him. Sure enough, there was his twin…or his…whatever it was. And…no! It was touching her! Spike wanted to touch her, not this impostor! And she was letting him, for fuck’s sake!
“Tell me again, Spike…tell me what I want to hear.”
“I love you,” he unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zipper down. “I’ll never leave you,” he pushed her jeans down. “I want to be your equal.”
The real Spike blinked and took in unneeded breaths. He’d bloody told her that he loved her and she decked him! Hell, he’d even offered to kill his own sire for her! What the hell was going on? He crouched behind a tree and watched for a bit. After all, naked Slayer…and of course, he needed to find out if she was in trouble or under a spell. But…more importantly…naked Slayer.
Spikebot stood upright and smiled that plastic smile. “Shall I start this program over again?”
“Program? Don’t…don’t say that word,” she said frowning. “Just be Spike.”
Real-Spike crossed his arms and smirked. Something was telling him that little miss Slayer was fully aware that she wasn’t with the real big bad…he just couldn’t figure out why.
Buffy sighed and redressed. The mood was spoiled. “Come on, let’s go for a walk.”
“Ok,” Spikebot said happily and followed her through the cemetery, the real Spike trailing close behind. “Shall we argue?”
“Yes!” she said warmly. Arguing with Spike always got her in the mood. Real Spike chuckled quietly. So she liked the witty banter as much as he did, did she?
“Well, I’ll first start out by saying what a stupid idea that is.”
“What?”
“Arguing!”
“But you just said you wanted to…”
“Oh, come on, Slayer,” it sneered, “you’re just pissed because you can’t resist my sinister attraction.”
Buffy whirled around and glared at the robot. “You are so full of yourself.”
Spikebot smirked. “You know I can tell that you want me, pet.” He tapped his nose. “Vampire, remember?”
She pushed him slightly. “Shut up!”
“Fancy a bit of the rough an’ tumble?”
“You have no idea!” She swung at the robot and it ducked out of the way, chuckling at her.
“Nice swing, Slayer! Too bad you missed.” He swung back and she easily blocked the punch. They continued throwing blows, never landing them. They ended up inside an empty crypt and Spikebot stalked forward. “You like it when I’m nasty, don’t you?”
“Shut up, Spike!”
“You love it when I say dirty things to you, naughty little girl.”
“I do not!”
“Look at you! Your face is all red,” an uppercut, “chest is heaving,” another punch, “an’ you smell delicious.”
“I hate you!”
Spikebot stood inches away from her and said, “Fuck, I want you, kitten.”
“God, I want you too,” she breathed.
“Is this the part where I kiss you?”
Real Spike was nursing a serious erection from the scene playing out before him, and then it hit him. He smelled the air and couldn’t pick up the wanker’s scent. It was like he was…a machine! She had a bloody robot! Of him! Well…wasn’t that just…interesting.
“Stop talking and do it already!”
“Ok, Buffy,” he smiled and pressed his lips against hers, both of them hurriedly removing their clothing. “Tell me what you want,” he said huskily as he licked a path to her nipples.
“I want you…inside me.”
“Here?” it asked as it trailed a finger to her sopping core.
“No,” she said nervously…which was silly considering he wasn’t real. “Well…yes, but…in the other place, too.”
Spike swallowed. There was no bloody way she just said what he thought she just said.
“You want me to fuck you in your tight little ass?” Spikebot said with a leer and laid her down on a sarcophagus.
“Yes…I want you to be my first.”
Spikebot crawled over her and kissed her, but Buffy flipped them over so that she was on top. “You’re so sexy, Spike. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you? How much I’ve wanted to do this?” She leaned down and took the robot’s dick in her mouth, moaning around it.
Real Spike was about to lose his sodding mind. It wasn’t right…none of this was fair at all.
“You’re so good at that, Buffy. I don’t know what Riley’s problem was. You’re perfect. And you can hurt me all you want. You hurt me so good.”
“Thank you, Spike.”
“In fact, all the men you’ve been with have no idea how wonderful you are.”
Buffy sat up and smiled. “Do you really mean it?”
“Of course I do,” it said as it cupped her cheek. “I would never treat you as anything other than the perfect angel that you are. And I’d never leave you.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“You promise?”
Real Spike had seen enough. This was the sodding problem? That she was afraid he’d leave her? It was like she’d never paid attention to any part of his life before or anything he’d said! He’d stake himself before leaving his girl! And she was settling for a bloody substitute, at that! A substitute with an incredibly small penis, he might add. He stepped out of the shadows and clapped his hands slowly, making his appearance known.
“Good show, pet.”
Buffy squealed and rolled off the sarcophagus, hiding behind it. Spikebot stayed put. “Hello, Spike,” it said. “You’re me.”
“Uh…don’ think so, mate. I’m Spike.”
“H-hey…Spike,” Buffy said in a tone that belied her horror. “Wh-what are you doing here?”
Spike folded his arms across his chest and tilted his head, his eyes full of mirth. “Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing.”
“Um…I was fighting a vampire earlier…”
“Yeah…” he nodded, desperate to see how she’d back her way out of this one.
“And then…you showed up. Only…I thought it was you.”
“An’ when exactly did you decide it was a jolly good idea to get naked with ol’ Spikey?”
She laughed shakily and her face turned bright red as she reached for her clothing. “Well…”
“We were going to shag for hours,” Spikebot interjected and folded his arms behind his head as he spread out on the sarcophagus in all his nakedness.
“Were you?” Spike asked. “Is that right, Slayer? Were you goin’ to shag the big bad? And for…hours, was it?”
“Yes, hours,” Spikebot nodded.
Buffy covered her face, mortified. Spike and the Spikebot turned to look at her, both with matching grins. It was kind of creepy.
“Oh God, this is a nightmare,” she groaned and slipped her shirt on over her head.
Spike hopped up onto the sarcophagus next to his likeness and leaned back, taking a peek at Buffy. “Don’ get dressed on my account. S’not like I haven’ already seen your goodies.”
“You were spying?” She yelled.
“Well…had to make sure my eyes weren’ deceivin’ me, pet,” a sly grin curled about his lips and he rolled his tongue behind his teeth. “An’…they definitely aren’ deceivin’ me.”
Buffy stood as she pulled up her panties. She ran shaky hands through her hair and folded her arms. “Well…someone must have put me under a spell because I would NEVER do this with the real you.”
Spike gave her a hurtful look and lit up a smoke. “Look, kitten…jus’ because you’ve been caught doesn’ mean you have to be a bitch.”
“I’m not caught! No one is caught here! This is some sort of weird…Glory thing, probably.”
“Right,” he laughed. Spike leaned forward and whispered to the robot, “She give you a hard time, too?”
Spikebot smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m in love with Buffy.”
Spike narrowed his eyes and sat up again. “The hell you are.”
“It’s true,” it replied simply. “I’m in love with Buffy and together we will fight the forces of evil.”
Spike slapped his knee and laughed. “Oh, that’s bloody rich! Did you hear that, Buffy?”
“It’s just part of his program!”
Spike smiled. “Aha! You admit it!”
“What?”
“You jus’ said program! So you knew what you were doing!”
“What? I didn’t say that!” Buffy looked at the ground, unable to meet his gaze should he find her out.
“Oh, yes you did,” he jumped off the sarcophagus and ran to the other side, blocking her from running away. “Admit it, Buffy. You knew you had a robot an’ you wanted it to shag you six ways from Sunday!”
“No!” She backed away as much as she could, finding that she was against a wall and Spike was leering at her in that insufferable way that always made her panties wet.
Spike was inches from her now and he dipped his head next to her ear. “It’s ok, Buffy…jus’ say that you want me, an’ I won’t tell anyone what you did here.”
She looked up at him with a pout. “I didn’t…”
”Ah-ah-ah,” he said with a shake of his head. “Say it.”
She pushed him instead and Spike fell flat on his ass. “Spikebot, put your clothes on. We’re leaving.”
“Ok, Buffy,” it smiled and instantly began dressing.
Spike shook his head incredulously and stood up. “That thing is disgusting! It’s not even real! An’ I’m right bloody here, Buffy! In the flesh! If you want me so bad, jus’ take me!”
“I don’t want you!” she screamed.
Spike narrowed his eyes and stalked over to her, grabbing her by the arms. He spun her around and pinned her to the wall, breathing angrily through his nose. “Why are you doin’ this? I heard what you said to it, what you wanted it to say back. Jus’ tell me, Buffy!” He brought his mouth close to her neck, barely brushing his lips against her flesh. She gasped and placed her hands on his chest to hold him back. “Tell me you want me…say it.”
“I…can’t,” she said weakly.
“Why?” Spike pressed himself against her and pinned her hands on the wall above her head. “Why can’t you say it?”
“Because,” her chin quivered as she looked into his eyes. “Spike, please…I can’t.”
He furrowed his brow and swallowed, stepping back a bit. “So…you would rather have this,” he pointed at the robot which was grinning and tilting its head from side to side as it absorbed the conversation in front of him. Spike shook his head and continued, “Instead of me?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered. Her eyes stung as she tried to blink away tears. She was horribly embarrassed that she’d been caught and also afraid of her own desires. She knew what she wanted, but she also knew that Spike couldn’t love her the way he’d claimed he did. He was a vampire and they couldn’t love.
“Where did you get it?”
“Warren.”
“Warren?!” he yelled. “Oh, Buffy…you better get your money back.”
She blinked and looked up at him with confusion.
“Come on, kitten…that wanker programmed a sex toy for you? Warren? You trusted Warren to know how to please a woman, let alone how to program a bot to do the horizontal?”
Buffy chewed on her lip. She hadn’t really thought about that. “I just wanted…”
“What? Tell me what you wanted, Buffy.”
She sighed abruptly. “Ok, fine, I’ll tell you! I’m lonely and I just wanted someone to talk to. Someone who understands me and who won’t leave me. Someone that won’t constantly try to make decisions for me or second guess my choices. The sex stuff was just a bonus.”
“Buffy,” he said softly and tucked her hair behind her ears. “What makes you think I’d ever leave you? What makes you think that I haven’t spent all this time wanting to be with you, to love you, to stand by your side? What do you think I’ve been doing all this time?”
“We’ve been paying for your help, Spike.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah…but, it’s the only way I knew how to…look, I love you. I’ve said it already an’ I’ll say it again. I love you, Buffy. You. The Slayer and the girl and there’s no way in hell I’d ever stand in your way to do your job.”
“You can’t love me,” she said with tears in her eyes. “You can’t!”
“Oh, and the robot can?” he huffed. “You’re unbelievable!” Spike turned around and paced back and forth in the crypt.
“Can we shag now?” Spikebot said.
“No!” Spike and Buffy said at the same time.
Spikebot pouted and sat down on a sarcophagus. “I wanted to shag,” he said folding his arms.
“Yeah, join the bloody club, mate,” Spike said dejectedly and sat down next to it.
Buffy grabbed her jeans and slid them on, sniffling. She looked up at the two blonds sitting on the sarcophagus, both of them leaning to the side to peek at her legs as she dressed herself. They snapped upright in the exact same moment when they realized she’d turned around.
“Ok…this is just weird.”
“What?” they both said.
“That!”
“Buffy, please talk to me,” Spike said, ignoring the robot to his side that was curiously studying him. “I don’ want you to feel lonely. You can tell me whatever you want. I’ll listen.”
She walked over to them and sat between them. Spikebot smiled and she frowned, turning away from it and looking at the vampire. Really, what was she thinking with that thing? Nothing compared to the real Spike. It was similar, but it couldn’t hold a candle to that famous smirk of his…like the one he was giving her at that moment. “I do have feelings for you,” she began.
“You do?” he looked at her cautiously.
“I have…for a while now.”
“But?”
“But…Spike, let’s be honest here. You vampire, me Slayer…it can never work.”
“I’ll show you what won’t work!” Spikebot said and pulled Buffy towards him for a kiss.
Spike growled. “Hands off, you wanker!”
Spikebot let go and blinked. “I was only following the scenario, Spike. I’m sorry, Buffy…did I do something wrong?”
Buffy sighed and stood up, wiping at her eyes. “I can’t do this right now.” Before Spike could say anything, she’d run out of the crypt, leaving him alone with the robot.
With a miserable sigh, Spike stood and lit a smoke. He turned to the robot and said, “Well, come on then. Let’s go sulk at my place.”
“Should we not run after her?”
“No…not this time. She’ll come back. ‘Sides…I’ve got her precious toy.”
“Ok, Spike. Let’s go to your crypt and listen to bad music and swear a lot.”
Spike shook his head and stomped off, the robot hot on his heels.
TBC!
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05/18/17 04:16 am
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
pj
03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
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08/31/16 03:45 pm
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08/31/16 03:43 pm
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