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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2017-09-15 02:18 pm
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2017-09-15 02:18 pm
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Room 204; Friday After Classes [09/15].
Summer was due for a quick weekend back home on her mom's request. Guess it was some sort of attempt to seem like a better mother in light of the divorce. Perhaps another Summer would have found it a pain in the butt, but this Summer was programmed to be glad for her mother's newly single status and would happily come home to praise her and soothe over the idea that something was wrong, that her children were in danger, that Rick was up to something. So she was singing that goddamn Ace of Base song again as she went to get her suitcase out from under her bed.
How had the damn thing wound up so far underneath her bed, anyway? It wasn't that long ago that she used it, but she supposed it just shifted deeper. She had to get on her stomach to reach under the bed, barely able to get it and pull it closer, and, as she did, she scraped her arm bad on some metal part of the bed frame, causing her to cry out in pain and sit back on the floor to see what the damage had been.
Surprisingly, there was very little blood. But the gash in her skin was significant, a piece of it hanging off just a small thread. She hissed through her teeth, wincing slightly as she tried to test if it would hurt if she pulled it off. And it peeled alright, and it didn't even really hurt, and she realized that underneath the skin, her eyes growing wider as the gash grew bigger, there wasn't muscle and blood and tissue at all, but a very fine network of what looked like wires and metal and computer chips.
"What. The. Hell."
Summer sat on the floor, staring at the new discovery, unsure of whether she should investigate further or just pretend she didn't see anything at all.
[[ door and post are open! Cut for mild body horror. Also, spoilers: this is robo!Summer's final Fandom post for the foreseeable future ]]
How had the damn thing wound up so far underneath her bed, anyway? It wasn't that long ago that she used it, but she supposed it just shifted deeper. She had to get on her stomach to reach under the bed, barely able to get it and pull it closer, and, as she did, she scraped her arm bad on some metal part of the bed frame, causing her to cry out in pain and sit back on the floor to see what the damage had been.
Surprisingly, there was very little blood. But the gash in her skin was significant, a piece of it hanging off just a small thread. She hissed through her teeth, wincing slightly as she tried to test if it would hurt if she pulled it off. And it peeled alright, and it didn't even really hurt, and she realized that underneath the skin, her eyes growing wider as the gash grew bigger, there wasn't muscle and blood and tissue at all, but a very fine network of what looked like wires and metal and computer chips.
"What. The. Hell."
Summer sat on the floor, staring at the new discovery, unsure of whether she should investigate further or just pretend she didn't see anything at all.
[[ door and post are open! Cut for mild body horror. Also, spoilers: this is robo!Summer's final Fandom post for the foreseeable future ]]
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"Not really?" Shiemi shook her head then made her way to the window to check the sill. "I could go find maintenance and have them check?"