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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[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.

[cannonspike]

At least... he seemed to be enjoying it, if the whole leaning in thing was any indication. Cammy was almost surprised to find that she was enjoying it as well. Of course Wheatley was a strange egg, but he had been human for a while now, and to be honest, she had grown rather attached to...

Hm. Maybe there was something there after all. Maybe the reality of the situation was that Cammy liked Wheatley, and Wheatley liked Cammy, and for once, she might have found somebody that--

Smoke exploded in her face, and where the man once was, there was nothing. She stood rigid in the same pose for a moment, before letting her eyes drift down to the ground where Wheatley was sitting.

Where Wheatley was sitting, back in his natural, robo- sphere form. She squeaked.

"B- bollocks..."

[testgasm]

Indeed, the little metal sphere was sitting on the ground in a pile of sweater, appearing very bewildered by this turn of events. He blinked, once, twice, then wiggled his handlebars, apparently realizing that he'd somehow returned to his robot body.

"Wh--"

There was another moment before he reacted, tiling backwards in excitement.

"How did--I'm back! Haha! Oh, man, this is--this is amazing, how did you--how did you do that?"

[cannonspike]

Cammy was nearly speechless. Wheatley was definitely back in his old body, there was no denying that. But, how had she done that? She really had no idea. And... now that he was a robot again, were his feelings for her gone? She felt kind of absurd for thinking about that in a moment like this, but she couldn't help it. It was just perfect, just so typical. The bloody princess and the frog, except in reverse.

No, but she was happy for him. Really.

"I have... I have no idea. I don't... Are you really back to normal?!"

[testgasm]

He blinked his shutters repeatedly, optic darting all around in apparent effort to make sure that everything is still working. After a moment, he appears satisfied, and nods his inner component excitedly.

"Seems that way! Everything checks out. Full diagnostic'll take another minute, but, uh. Think we're all back to normal, here. Thanks to you."