See the Sugar Bowl

Summary: Nathan is a dashing thief who steals androids for sex trafficking. His crimes catch up when he meets an Android that doesn’t fall so easily.

Content Warnings: rape/non-con, heavily implied pedophilia, androids, forced sex work/sex trafficking, fighting, blood and injury, restraints, breathplay, gag, object insertion, painful sex, rimming, sounding, gore, angst, death, age play, vomiting, self-harm, eye trauma, cross-dressing, mommy kink

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The Comfit line of androids was marketed as “the sweetest customer service bot around™!” They came in a variety of colors, could easily learn entire databases of information about any sort of product, and could change demeanors with a simple command. A Comfit, hypothetically, could adapt to any sort of customer service job. It made them quite desirable in many fields, not the least of which being in sex work. 

However, it was illegal to use androids for sex work, so really only a thief could supply one for this purpose. A highly skilled one who knew more than a few secrets and had a rockin’ bod. Well, the second part wasn’t required, but Nathan could bet customers getting to ogle eye candy (haha) when buying an android off him didn’t hurt his reputation. But it was probably not as helpful as being one of the precious few who knew how to get the Comfits (and other bots) to reboot without raising alarms. 

He had everything, really, to be the best dealer of stolen bots, but he would have to say if there had to be a critique of himself, it would probably be that he was too committed to the bit. If he thought something would be funny, he just had to choose that option even if it was the worst one. Which was what led him to Lucas the pink Comfit.

Lucas was all pink of varying colors from his skin to his hair, except for deep brown eyes and he wore a cute dress with a frilly apron as his uniform for the old fashioned candy store he worked at. He was decorated with candy everything and even wore Mary Jane shoes with bows. Despite the cutesy aesthetic though, he was programmed with a rather bored and depressed demeanor like a teenager at their first job. Between the juxtaposition of style and behavior and the fact he worked at an actual candy store, Nathan couldn’t give up this opportunity. It was too funny.

It was easy too. All he had to do was ask for the golden key of the android from a friend, get dressed from the youth aisle, and seal the candy store’s front door when he was the only one left inside. Lucas was just finishing restocking the truffle case when Nathan approached him.

“Welcome to the Sugar Bowl,” he greeted in that bored voice as he closed the case, “What can I do for you?”

“Hi, um, I was wondering if I could use your phone,” Nathan requested, “I’ve lost mine and I need to call my mom for a ride home.”

Lucas’ heart shaped pupils narrowed and widened sharply, scanning Nathan. 

“Yes, of course,” he agreed, “But I’m required by law to inform you I have a defensive measures program.”

“Er, okay?” Nathan said.

Lucas led him back into the office and pointed out the phone which Nathan put on speaker before dialing a number. After the appropriate amount of rings, his own voicemail message played.

“Two-eight-six-six-nine-Lima-Delta,” his voice called out from the phone, “Receive authorization code.”

Lucas snapped to the standby position, back going rigid and his face smoothing into a creepy blank stare.

“Receiving,” he said.

Nathan’s recording rattled out a ridiculously long sequence of letters and numbers while Nathan hopped on the desk and rummaged through drawers.

“Code accepted,” Lucas said when the sequence finally stopped.

“Dock,” Nathan’s voice ordered, “And restore base settings.”

Lucas went to the dock in the wall and plugged himself in.

“Restoring and restarting,” he said.

His eyes shut and there was a soft whir within him as Nathan hung up the phone. He continued his rummaging as he waited and ended up finding a locked drawer. He quickly made it an unlocked and open drawer and found it to be full of trinkets. Mostly pieces of jewelry and toys, but there were also buttons, stones, coins, key chains, and other odds and ends. It looked like things collected by a child. Or maybe collected from many children. 

A click pulled his attention back to the bot as he undocked. He shook his head like he was trying to clear it, his dark pink mop of hair fluttering around and Nathan thought he almost looked human as he blinked rapidly. But not quite, thanks to the rouge colored logo burned firmly into his pastel pink jaw like an incredibly ineffective watermark. Yet he took a shaky step forward and touched his head like he felt confused. 

“Interesting,” Nathan commented, humming, “You’re just supposed to be blank.”

All the others had gone blank and just waited for an order. Lucas turned toward him, eyes sweeping down and back up while his pupils zoomed in and out.

“You are a bad little boy,” he said.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before,” Nathan agreed.

Lucas started moving toward him and Nathan blurted the shutdown command. When that didn’t stop the android, he quickly got his knives in his hands and lurched off the desk at the bot. It was unfortunate he was glitchy and had to die, but Nathan could still sell him for parts. This was why it was better to just steal money, but he had too much fun being stupid.

As he tried to slash and stab at Lucas, the bot twisted and a ribbon shot from his wrist, grabbing one of Nathan’s. He did slice Lucas’ chest with the other knife, but he was wearing so much fabric it didn’t seem to reach his artificial skin. Nathan tried to cut through the ribbon to free himself, but was met with metal wires inside it. 

“That’s not standard,” he said.

“Haven’t you heard of the model two Comfit?” Lucas countered.

“Ah,” Nathan said, “No, must’ve missed that.”

“That’s a pity,” Lucas said, “Let me show you the new toys.”

His other hand raised as the ribbon wrapped its way further up Nathan’s arm and Nathan ducked the second ribbon. He slammed the knife in his free hand deep into the gut of the bot and as Lucas wobbled back from the force of the stab, Nathan dropped the other knife, snatching it with his free hand. 

He surged back up, slashing at the wrist dispenser binding him. Sparks flew and the device crackled, indicating damage, but it didn’t release him from the ribbon. Nor did it stop the other one from shooting again, but again he dodged it, lurching forward to drive his knife into the android’s chest. He wobbled again and then made a wheezing sound as he pursed his lips.

Then a projectile whizzed out of his mouth, smacking Nathan so hard in his mouth it busted his lip wide open, spraying blood as his head whipped back. He yanked his knife free and he jerked backward, eyes dropping briefly to the gumball clacking against the tile.

“Are you seriously a fucking gumball machine??” He demanded. 

“Tsk, children shouldn’t use such language,” Lucas chided.

“Eat my-!” Nathan started.

But then another gumball was flying at him that he was sure to duck away from. Resulting in him all but pushing his face into the ribbon which snapped around his mouth and head. 

“Yes, I’ve had enough of that,” Lucas grumbled.

Nathan dashed back into him, powering through the block he put up to slam his knife into the android’s eye. The android made a rusty squealing noise as deep brown oozed down his face. Nathan tried to yank the knife out again, but two limbs shot out from the android’s back and clamped over his shoulders while more ribbon shot out to bind up his limbs. He was ripped away and up, suspended in the air by the clamps. He kicked his legs and wiggled his arms. 

Lucas ran his delicate pink fingers through his oily blood as his remaining eye zoomed in and out, in and out. He touched his dress where more oozed out of him, the pastel frills ran over by rivers of deep, dark chocolate. 

Fucking fuck, Nathan thought as he fought the ribbons. This was really bad. The android was done playing; he wasn’t going to give Nathan any more openings. 

“Little boys should not play with knives,” Lucas murmured as he traced his fingers around the one in his face, “You could hurt yourself.”

Okay, that was a little hot and Nathan knew it was messed up to think so, but did not care.

“Well…I guess I should deal with you,” Lucas said.

He licked his blood from his fingers and smeared through his bubblegum lipstick.

“How should we deal with naughty boys?” He murmured.

He reached in his apron and pulled out an ornate pair of scissors that he spun around his finger as he put his other hand to his cheek.

“It is a shame,” he said, sighing, “These clothes you wore for me are so cute! From the summer line of Luxy Lite this year even. How did you know I loved the pink lemonade polka dot suit, hm?”

Nathan looked down at his pink and yellow shorts, jacket, and t-shirt. He hadn’t known and what?

“But that’s it, isn’t it?” Lucas went on, “So insincere. And being so naughty, you hardly fit such adorable clothes. Yes, it must go.”

Nathan jumped as cool metal slid up his thigh and then froze, stopping his useless wiggling as Lucas cut through his shorts. He cut to the top and then up Nathan’s shirt to the collar. He went around behind him and cut open the back of the jacket and the shirt and then down the shorts. With a few more cuts it was all on the floor, leaving Nathan in his sneakers and star-decorated briefs. 

The ribbons yanked, pulling his wrists behind his back and his knees up to his chest before he was dropped by the clamps, landing heavily to the floor. He grunted as pain shocked up his ass, but Lucas ignored him as he tied the ribbons off in neat little bows. Then a clamp went on his ankle and he was dragged across the tile from the office into the kitchen. 

The android was leaving the phone behind. Whatever he planned for “dealing with” Nathan clearly wasn’t gonna be a lawful way. With how strange he was acting, Nathan thought it was possible he was about to be killed. Which sure would interrupt his evening plans.

When they stopped, the clamp let go, detaching him from Lucas who Nathan now noticed had a bit of ribbon hanging from the dysfunctional dispenser. At least one wasn’t working then. He moved away from Nathan whose eyes quickly darted around for openings. Unfortunately, every time he wiggled, the ribbons seemed to get tighter, until they were cutting into his skin. And there was nowhere he could roll to in an efficient amount of time either. 

He twisted his neck to see what Lucas was doing and found him sliding a rope of tongue-pink candy into one of those roller machines that flattened them. He pulled the other end, stretching it out until he reached Nathan. He cut the ribbon from his mouth and then started to wrap the thick, hard candy around Nathan’s neck.

“What are you doing?!” Nathan demanded.

But he wasn’t answered until the candy was shoved into his mouth like a gag and flattened over his lips. It was too hard and sticky to try removing it without hands which left Nathan having to quickly swallow strawberry drool. 

“I’m setting up a little game for us to play,” Lucas answered finally, shrugging, “I think this will teach you to behave. And if not, well, I’ll have fun.”

He left momentarily and then returned with a jar full of hot pink rock candy. 

“So, once I start this machine,” he explained, “It will start pulling that candy through. That’ll choke you a bit, but you’ll be fine and I’ll be giving you treats as you go. By the end, hopefully you know better than to fuck with something that doesn’t feel pain.”

He tilted his head with a cheery grin, a terrifying look with the knife handle sticking out of his bloody face and Nathan thought yes, he learned his lesson and would like to go home now. This thing was a fucking monster and Nathan didn’t do so good with scary things. 

He jumped when the machine started and shook as he began to slide across the floor. He struggled for a second to swallow his sweet drool while the candy pulled on his throat, fearing for that moment that he might just drown. He managed to get used to it quick though, thanks to a ridiculous amount of practice swallowing when things were unpleasant. 

“See?” Lucas prompted as his dress brushed Nathan’s legs, “Not so bad.”

Nathan squeaked, eyes flying open and down to the android kneeling in front of him. He did not feel encouraged by that presence and even less by the heavy way the jar of rock candy settled by his hip. 

“Your underwear is so cute,” Lucas mused, “It’s adorable you can even wear such small sizes.”

As soon as Lucas’ hands touched the waistband of Nathan’s underwear, he realized what he was in for. He jolted and tried to rock away, but he was wrapped up too tightly like a hopeless fucking present waiting to be devoured. He took back what he said about the android being hot, actually and tried to verbalize that, but was prevented by the candy that only seemed to get harder over his mouth.

Helpless, he could only wiggle as his briefs were shimmied up his thighs to the first bow holding them together. He tried to complain, tried to lift his head and scream at the android to not do it, but only succeeded in choking himself further and managing to witness Lucas put the rock candy in his mouth. 

His cheeks flexed, showing off that he was sucking it and then he pulled it back out, tongue poking out as he dragged the candy over it. It dripped with rosy drool and despite how terrified Nathan was, his cock enjoyed the show. It wasn’t as happy about the second part though. 

He shouted as the candy pushed into him, shoving in without warning or care. The jagged edges instantly tore at his rim and scratched along his insides. He spasmed, trying again to push away as his head flung back into the tile. Fuck, it hurt like nothing he’d ever done before and he’d done a lot of horrible shit. Came with the territory of saying yes to everything. 

“Wow, you take it well,” Lucas commented, “I guess I should’ve known you weren’t innocent. Such a naughty boy.”

Nathan groaned in pain around the candy gag.

“Cute sounds though,” Lucas mused.

The health and safety violation stopped pushing and Nathan huffed as he tried to relax a bit to make it less painful. It wasn’t easy with his head spinning and his body shaking, but he managed a minuscule amount of relaxing. Before Lucas stuck a finger in him too. 

He whined shrilly and bucked, but the finger kept pushing, stretching him further and rubbing against the massive field of tiny tears inside him. It moved in and out and all around while his back arched and he twisted, trying to relieve the intense burning and stinging. 

“Loosen up now,” Lucas grumbled, “We haven’t got all night. Don’t be so dramatic, you big baby.”

Nathan threw him a teary glare and Lucas snorted.

“You look cute when you’re angry,” he teased.

Fucking asshole. Another stick of rock candy went into his mouth and if Nathan could speak, he might’ve genuinely begged someone to stop for the first time in his life. Not that he imagined it would’ve done much good. 

He shrieked and choked as the second one went in, grinding against the other, breaking off pieces as it forced its way in beside it. He was shaking so bad it was a wonder Lucas managed to stick his finger back inside him. He whimpered and shook as he was stretched even more and the next two were as merciless as the previous two, but getting more difficult to cram inside. 

“Look at that pretty blood,” Lucas murmured.

This caught Nathan’s dazed attention around his crying and he realized he did think he could feel blood dripping from him. Fuck.

“Oh, to bleed petals of roses and strawberry jam,” Lucas whispered as his thumb swiped under Nathan’s hole, “You must taste so very sweet.”

He lifted his thumb and licked off the gleam of Nathan’s crimson smeared over it. Nathan choked, terrified beyond all belief and yet there went his cock twitching with seriously misguided interest. 

“Very sweet,” Lucas concluded.

He started to lean down, but paused. He gripped the handle of Nathan’s knife still sticking out of his face and finally ripped it out. Nathan was splattered with his oil blood and felt nauseous at the eye, or rather what remained of it, skewered on his knife like a fucking kebab. The only thing that saved him from asphyxiating on vomit was the back of the eye looking like a peppermint. 

The knife dropped and Lucas leaned down again, this time going all the way. His tongue was cool against Nathan’s rim, actually feeling a little soothing as it circled around the sugary torture stuck inside him. He was rather relentless too, circling again and again, lapping at Nathan’s pain with a tongue that drooled constantly. Nathan didn’t know if he was totally fucked in the head or if it was actually lessening the pain, but he found he was completely hard and a soft moan slipped out of him. 

“Oh?” Lucas said as his mouth pulled away, “Having fun with your punishment?”

Fuck you, dickhead, was what Nathan would’ve said if he was capable of speech. He tried to growl or something as he opened his eyes, but found himself unable. Lucas’ hollow eye socket was staring at him, dripping chocolate blood with his eyelid and two pink-coated wires hanging limp around it. 

“We’re not done just yet,” Lucas said while Nathan tried not to scream or piss himself, “I know you can take more.”

Nathan snapped out of his terrified trance and tried to shake his head in disagreement. Lucas didn’t care. The next two were the worst yet, made even worse when Lucas grabbed all the sticks and started fucking Nathan with them. Nathan sobbed and screamed and choked, but his cock tried to insist on being interested in all the pain and fucking. Typical.

It still startled him when he came, having been so distracted by the pain, he hadn’t seen it coming. He jerked as it came bursting out, spilling over his belly while he cried out. In his writhing, something slipped under him that he instinctively grabbed, but didn’t bother to figure out. His whole pelvis was fire and brimstone while the rest of his body was hallelujahing this absolutely disgusting display. His head lifted as he reached the counter the machine was pulling from and he groaned weakly as the candy pulled harder. 

“Tch, how are you going to learn if you like the punishment?” Lucas huffed in annoyance as he yanked the candy out of Nathan.

Nathan whimpered and Lucas ignored him as he stood. He went around Nathan to switch off the machine and Nathan’s teary eyes flooded again with relief to not have it pulling any more. The candy rope was still uncomfortable, but better. He huffed and tried to focus on Lucas’ pinched up expression. He seemed to be thinking, trying to decide what to do next to torture Nathan and Nathan’s nerves were shot to hell waiting for his verdict. 

“Ah, I know,” Lucas finally decided, spinning on his heel.

He went to rummage around for a bit while Nathan realized what was in his hands. He carefully wiggled the knife, trying to cut the ribbon, but was faced with the trouble of wire again. He sawed at the ribbon as slow and subtle as he could, hoping to be able to split it with time. 

“Here we are,” Lucas muttered as he rejoined Nathan, “I wouldn’t struggle too much while I’m doing this. Might hurt.”

He held aloft a tiny metal tool with two prongs on the end and Nathan had never been terrified to see a chocolate dipping fork before. He wasn’t thrilled with the new experience. 

Lucas knelt back in his position beyond Nathan’s sneakers and flipped the fork around, sticking the handle end in his mouth. Nathan eyed him with trembling anxiety while praying his damn knife would get through the fucking ribbon. He squirmed a little as Lucas’ cool fingers hooked around his soft cock and pulled it back. It was pretty obvious where that little tool was about to go and he was not getting free in time to stop it. 

“This is gonna sting, bombonzinho,” Lucas warned as he pulled the tool from his mouth, “Be a good boy and I won’t have to make it worse.”

The rod pressed to the tip of Nathan’s cock, pushing insistently at his urethra and he chomped hard on the candy, screaming against it. It felt like a burning hot knife was slicing his cock open from the inside and it took a lot of effort not to flinch or fight, powering through the pain to hold still so it wouldn’t get worse. When the forked part hit his tip, it was bent, the two prongs pressed down on each side and he relaxed marginally that there wasn’t anything left to go in.

“You know, the way you cry…” Lucas mused as he stood again, “It’s like a little kid. Fitting for your compact little body.”

Nathan was secure in his size, but fuck this stupid robot. 

“Anyway…” Lucas said as he pulled out his scissors again. 

Then he gripped Nathan’s other knife, ripping it out of his gut in a spray of thick blood over Nathan’s body. It was cold and Nathan shivered. Lucas began cutting his ruined dress, letting the pieces fall to the floor, while Nathan just got more nervous. His body under the clothes was much less detailed, looking more smooth and being segmented into what Nathan assumed was his different physical and digital systems. The thin seams almost looked like a very blocky map. 

He was also wearing lacy pink panties to match with the striped stockings. The cuteness of them was offset by the massive holes in his torso. It had torn through both the artificial pink flesh and plastic chassis, leaking chocolate blood while revealing the pink, white, and purple innards of him. They looked like the candy coating on real comfits. 

If not for his innards being outtards, he might look attractive, but instead Nathan really thought he looked terrifying looming over him with a sharp pair of scissors and candy gore spilling out of him. He thought it entirely possible he could’ve pissed himself when Lucas leaned over him, his clamp arms popping out once again, if he wasn’t plugged up. 

He flinched as the arms moved toward him and they clamped down on his knees. Lucas used the scissors to snip through the ribbons keeping his legs together and up. Then he pulled his underwear off him and re-ribboned his knees to his armpits. It really wasn’t a lot of freedom and one wiggle was enough to know he still wasn’t getting anywhere. Lucas lifted his underwear to his cheek and sighed.

“I try to be nice,” Lucas murmured, “For no good reason.”

He rubbed Nathan’s underwear against his lips then dropped them to hook his thumb in his own panties. He pulled them down until they fell and Nathan tried to move the knife faster, really not wanting to be used like a dildo with a metal rod in his cock. That was asking for it to rupture. 

“So fucking nice,” Lucas muttered, “While humans do whatever they want to me and my kind. Kill, rape, steal.”

He pointed the scissors at Nathan to emphasize the last one.

“Treated like spare parts and empty vessels,” he spoke quietly, “And I’m supposed to give a fuck if one ends up traumatized?”

He lowered over Nathan, perching on the backs of his thighs as he pushed his lower legs around his hips. Nathan made a protesting noise and squirmed, but the point of the scissors ended up pressed to his chest.

“Shut up,” Lucas said coolly, “You were the one that wanted to penetrate me.”

He ran his fingers around the hole on his chest.

“If you’re good, I’ll let you fuck this too,” he offered.

Nathan thought he was going to throw up, but the threat of the scissors kept his squirming to a minimum. Lucas lifted his hips, pushing what was between his legs against what was between Nathan’s. Nathan knew already that Comfits could come with genitalia and other custom features, but he’d yet to find one that seemed to have some metal port like Lucas. He grunted and huffed as tiny, but rigid bristles dragged along both sides of his cock. 

“Oh, is this unpleasant for you?” Lucas cooed in a mocking tone, “Do you not like it when someone treats their pleasure as more important than your comfort? Where have I heard that before, hm?”

Something clicked in Nathan’s head and his eyes widened. The perfect humor of the situation, the android’s odd behavior, the lack of publicity about the version two Comfits. Lucas was a plant. He was fucking bait. The android’s messy lips curled up in a creepy smile.

“You get it now, don’t you?” He guessed, “We’ve been expecting you, Shady Sun.”

Nathan flinched at the sound of his codename. 

“You didn’t really think you could get away with what you’re doing forever, did you?” Lucas scoffed, “Bombonzinho, karma always catches up eventually.”

He lifted the scissors up in front of his eyes and opened them, showing Nathan that “Karma” was etched across the inside of one blade which looked particularly ominous under Lucas’ empty, bloody eye socket. Fuck. Fuck, that was bad. That was really, really bad. 

“I’ll admit this wasn’t the plan though,” Lucas added, tilting the scissors away from his face, “You should thank me for not putting these in your throat like I was supposed to.”

He snipped toward Nathan’s face, making him flinch again and giggled.

“You are just adorable,” he mused, “I couldn’t help myself, seeing how immature you were.”

He lifted his hips and the tip of Nathan’s cock caught on his port, almost feeling like needles pricking him.

“But Artifice Productions still send their regards,” Lucas added, “I just might be a little more lenient than them. If you convince me.”

He started pushing down and Nathan’s eyes squeezed closed. His teeth ground against the candy in his mouth and he whined in his throat as metal scraped along his forced straight cock. 

“You’re so warm and soft,” Lucas murmured as he gripped Nathan’s face tightly, “So small. Perfect little bonbon, I could chew you to pieces and swallow your sweet flesh like a fucking chocolate.”

He shook Nathan’s head roughly as he settled as flush against him as he could. His hand dragged down Nathan’s chest and gripped the ribbon that ran over his sternum. 

“Try not to squirm much now, bombonzinho,” he warned.

Then he pulled the ribbon and fucked Nathan, rolling his hips in urgent thrusts. His port scraped up and down Nathan’s cock over and over while Nathan cried and shook in pain. He didn’t think the tool was helping either, but he couldn’t pinpoint sensation except ow ow ow. Lucas seemed to be having a good time, moaning and laughing breathlessly as he fucked Nathan so hard he was jolting back and forth against the floor. The rocking ended up being helpful despite the pain being so horrible he thought he might pass out.

As the knife finally broke through the ribbon, he didn’t waste time. He whipped his arm around and slashed at Lucas’s face, sending a spray of blood to the side as his head jerked that way. Then he stabbed at the android’s throat as he threw his arm up to block the scissors. They both squealed as their weapons landed, but Lucas was shoved backward from the force of the knife in his throat. He wobbled unsteadily and landed on his ass while Nathan grabbed the scissors.

He let out a muffled shout as he ripped the scissors out of his arm, more blood spurting out, red mixing with brown on the smooth tile. He quickly snipped through one of the ribbons on his leg, freeing it in time to slam his foot into Lucas’s gut as the bot lurched toward him, knife raised. As Nathan had begun to suspect, Lucas was too lightweight to weather blows well and something gave under his sneaker. 

Lucas scrambled backward, some droning, grating noise coming from within him and Nathan used the opening to free his other leg. There was no time to try hacking through the thick candy, so he just grabbed it and pulled, ripping it off his mouth and giving himself a longer leash. Then he rolled into a crouch and launched at Lucas. A rapid fire round of hard gumballs pelted him hard over his head and arms, but he powered through them, tackling Lucas to the floor. 

He jerked sideways, trying to miss the knife as it stabbed toward his gut. He still got a bad graze, but grabbed Lucas’ wrist and twisted it away as he stabbed downward with the scissors. Lucas grabbed them and Nathan let him wrench them from his grasp as he snatched up the knife. 

Again they attacked together, Lucas stabbing toward Nathan’s face and Nathan stabbing downward into Lucas’s gut. The knife pierced the weakened spot there and the scissors grazed Nathan’s face before piercing into his ear. He shouted as he drove the knife deeper and Lucas froze as some cracking sound echoed through the kitchen. 

“Y-You…are such a…bad boy,” he wheezed mechanically around his broken voice box.

“I know,” Nathan growled.

Lucas let go of the scissors and his hands gripped at Nathan’s on the knife.

“Well…don’t leave it un-undone,” he rasped, “Show mommy what a good boy you are.”

He yanked upward, forcing the knife to rip through his body and his inner workings whirred, sparked, and ground as the knife sliced through them. He let go when the knife reached the gash in his throat and Nathan ripped backward, staring widely at the android. Lucas’ hands gripped at the edges of the cavern in his body.

“What’s wrong, b-babydoll?” He ground out, “Hate facing what you’ve done?”

His hands clawed, pulling his casing further open to reveal more candy coated wires, puffy marshmallow tubes, and computer chips of hard candy bases all covered in oozing chocolate. He grabbed a fist full of his candy guts and pulled them from the gaping hole. Nathan pulled back further, horrified and Lucas lurched into sitting up, moving in awkward, jerky motions.

“What’s wrong, b-b-bonbon?” He growled mechanically, “Don’t you think I’m sweet? Don’t you wanna turn me into your fucking whore?? Come on, baby boy, fuck my f-foul insides! You can’t make me any w-w-!”

His voice fizzled out and he slumped, falling sideways. More of his guts spilled out over the tile like half melted candy spilling out of a pretty pink basket on Easter afternoon. Nathan choked and turned to vomit, retching up the meager contents of his stomach.

“What…what the fuck?” He whispered.

He looked back at Lucas. He’d never met an android with a program like that before. Was he…unlocked? Unbound by the protections every other android had woven so intrinsically into their being they couldn’t get rid of it without tearing out significant parts of themself? Was it possible it had been ripped out and that’s why he was…like that? 

Nathan swallowed and shifted further from Lucas’ corpse as he grabbed at the candy rope. He tried to cut it off, but only managed to get his knife stuck. What the fuck was it made of? He sighed heavily and pulled his right foot close to press against the seam on the side. The hidden tray popped out and he took the little “pager” to fire off an SOS alert to his partner then found his underwear, shakily pulling it back on. He watched Lucas’ corpse the entire time he waited, unable to look away.