Happy Valentines! Your Love Is Toxic!

[iamtheeggman]

Who: EVERYONE
What: CUPIDBOTS
Where: EVERYWHERE
When: VALENTIMES DAY
Warnings: None yet, but will be updated if that changes

Ah, February 14th. A day for loving lovers to love... But at Smash Academy, it meant something else...

At the crack of dawn, they appeared. Tiny robotic cherubs wielding bows and arrows. Those who had been at the academy for some time knew what they were: The Cupidbots. Obnoxious, potentially life-ruining robots with one mission: Fire their arrows at unsuspecting passers-by, causing them to fall in love with the first person they saw for the next 24 hours. They would be gone by the next day, but still for the best to try and avoid them.

WHAT DO?

[[Go ahead and start up your own threads for random happenings, planned ships, or just throw your characters out and see who bites!]]

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[testgasm]

Just the sight of her was more than enough to flip his stomach, a sensation made all the more frustrating because he didn't quite know why it was happening. Despite reassurance to the contrary, Wheatley was still pretty certain this was going to end in his death.

"I don't--I don't know, exactly."

That wasn't a very good start. He swallowed, hard, starting to aimlessly make his way down one of the main quad's paths.

"If I--if I told you, that I thought there was something wrong with me, what would you say?"

[cannonspike]

She fell into step beside him, listening carefully. Something wrong with him? O-other than being a robot trapped in a human's body? That part was a given. She twisted her mouth to the side.

"Ah... something wrong with you? I would of course ask what you mean... Although I must say, there may not be something wrong at all. You must remember how new to this body you are."

But if it was really bothering him, might as well hear him out.

"What do you think is wrong with you?"

[testgasm]

"No, no, there's--there's definitely something wrong."

Wrong in that he'd never felt anything like this stomach-twisting feeling before, and he didn't quite know how to make sense of it.

"Because it didn't used to happen and suddenly it started happening and it only happens when I see you."

[cannonspike]

She coughed, giving Wheatley a wide eyed look.

"W-when you see me?" He wasn't saying... what she thought he was saying, was he?!

"When you say it started happening, what exactly... do you mean?"

[testgasm]

He continued to wring his sweater in his hands, clearly unable to truly elucidate the strange restless feeling that had been plaguing him all day--especially when he thought of Cammy.

"I don't--I don't know what it is, exactly, but you've--I don't know. This has been. Hard. For me.

Wheatley bit his lip, fidgeting. "And you've--you've been so patient, and helpful, and--and anyone else would've given up on me, by now."

[cannonspike]

"... Ah," She nodded, thinking that she was beginning to understand. She gave him a grin.

"It's completely fine, Wheatley, you don't have to worry about it. You're my friend, friends help each other. You seemed so scared, it was only natural I would want to help ease you into this."

It was just a case of extreme gratitude. He probably had never felt it before, which should have been slightly worrying, but somehow wasn't. Actually, there was a small twinge of disappointment that surprised her, but she tried to ignore it.

[testgasm]

Wheatley, on the other hand, continued to not get it, and seemed increasingly distressed at the indication that Cammy did understand.

"Okay, could you--could you explain it to me, then? Because every time I look at you, I get this--I don't know, it feels like my stomach is--like there's a knot, there, and I'm pretty sure that's a good indication that you're dying. When that happens."

[cannonspike]

A knot in his stomach? That sounded a little bit more like... maybe not gratitude.

"Er... Well, first off, you're not dying. You must just... like me."

Although, they had been friendly for quite a while. Even in his human form. So.

"Oh! Oh. Or. Um, does your stomach hurt? Or does it just feel..."

She spun her fingers around each other.

"... Flippy?"

[testgasm]

At Cammy AMAZINGLY GUESSING HIS PREDICAMENT, he lights up a bit, nodding fervently.

"Yeah! Just like that! Like it's--like it's being turned every which way, or like someone's twisting it around. It doesn't hurt, but it is--it is mildly uncomfortable. And my face gets hot. I don't think I mentioned that part."

[cannonspike]

"Oh. Okay."

Well, this was an interesting turn of events. How does one even explain?

"Wheatley, I think you might. Like me."

She could feel her own face getting warm. Was it self- centered to be assuming something like this? She hoped not.

"In a different way. We call it a crush."

[testgasm]

"I don't--"

His eyebrows pinched together, trying to piece together exactly what she was saying.

"I mean, yes, I do, I like you, but we're friends, isn't that--I don't really see how that's--"

[cannonspike]

"Right. It's different, this kind."

She stopped walking, one hand on her face.

"It's... a light, romantic kind of like. I suppose. You know?"

[testgasm]

"Oh."

Oh.

"...Oh."

He paused, considering. "I'm not sure if that makes things better, or worse."

[cannonspike]

Cammy furrowed her brow, and looked at her boots.

"Yes, that's a pretty common problem amongst us humans... I'm willing not to take it personally, if that's what you want."

[testgasm]

Wheatley squirmed uncomfortably, completely unsure of what to make of this new revelation.The ultimate verdict seemed to be a classic head-in-hands, fingers nervously raking through his hair.

"Agh, I don't--I don't know how you lot deal with this, it's--it's unbearable. I don't suppose you know how to fix it?"

[cannonspike]

Oh, no. Cammy frowned, taking Wheatley's hands in her own, and brought them down from his hair.

"Calm down. Please. You don't need to worry so much. It's just as agonizing for the rest of us, because there's not an actual fix. Trust me, you're not alone."

She looked at the ground.

"I... well, to be honest, I'm alright with you feeling that way. ... Maybe you don't need to fix it."

[testgasm]

He flinched, unaccustomed to anyone touching him, let alone affectionately. The contact, for whatever reason, made him feel like his heart was about to leap out of his throat, or explode, or maybe some combination of both.

Wheatley screwed up his face in confusion and discomfort, wanting to jerk his hands away but somehow unable to do so.

"Wh--but if I don't fix it, what am I supposed to do?"

[cannonspike]

Not especially digging the idea of prolonged hand holding herself, Cammy released Wheatley as soon as she was sure he wasn't going to tear chunks of his hair out. The blonde bit her lip, and furrowed her brow.

"I guess you try and come to terms with it? People don't always act on feelings like this, and maybe that's what you need to do. When people do act on these feelings, they tend to want to enter into... relationships?"

Though it seemed pretty alright in theory, if she was being honest with herself, Cammy couldn't really picture an actual relationship with the humanized robot. But he was in distress.

"They hug and kiss, like we did under the mistletoe that one time, and... other things." She wasn't going to touch that one with a ten foot pole. Someone else could be the poor soul to tell Wheatley about sex. Her head snapped up.

"Not that I'm an expert on it, or anything like that! I've never been great at that whole... aspect. But that seems like it might be a bit much for you to understand at the moment," she laughed nervously.

[testgasm]

Her answer, though it did explain quite a few things, didn't quite explain enough, for him. Wheatley had always been a creature of instant gratification, and to hear that it was something he might just have to come to terms with only seemed to agitate him more.

"But that--that doesn't help at all! I can't just...get used to this, it's absolutely unbearable!"

[cannonspike]

Cammy had been in plenty of unique experiences in her life, but this one didn't really fall into any category she already had. She frowned, flushing slightly.

"I'm sorry, Wheatley. I'm not really sure what else to tell you."

But... it was Valentine's Day.

"Well. We could. Er. I could kiss you again. If you'd like. To see. If it really is that." The latter part of the sentence was said in the smallest voice she could muster.

[testgasm]

The fact that there was apparently nothing to be done only seemed to frustrate him more, but the agitation was quickly followed by confusion.

Ordinarily, the thought of fluids would be more than enough to disgust him, but for some reason, Wheatley felt as though this...might not be so bad.

"I mean, if you--if you think it would help--"

[cannonspike]

"Well! I don't know if it would! Maybe you won't like it, and then you don't need to worry about it anymore!" Though the satisfaction gotten from someone repulsed by her might only go in one direction.

"I really have no idea what I'm doing, here. I'm grasping at straws a bit. So. If you want. I would try it."

[testgasm]

"I mean, if you don't--if you don't mind."

The more he thinks about it, however, the more it seems like not a bad idea at all, and maybe...what he wants. Or at least, a good start.

"Sorry, I--I'm still not really sure how this works, you might have to--"

[cannonspike]

"Okay," Cammy mumbled, cutting the redhead off shortly before grabbing his collar. She pulled them together in a hurry, entirely sure that if she waited much longer, she would lose her nerve. It was a different kind of kiss than last time, less a peck and more something with some intent behind it. She hadn't even given herself the time to try and move them to a location less out in the open.

[testgasm]

Wheatley hadn't expected the force, but there wasn't much he could do, beyond go with the flow. So he did, eyes wide for a moment before his body seemed to start acting of its own accord. After a brief moment, his shocked expression softened and his eyes slid shut as he leaned into the kiss.

He wasn't entirely sure how it felt but he was pretty certain that he liked it.

After another brief moment, there is an explosion of magical smoke and the distinctive THUNK of something heavy and metal hitting the ground.