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Broke: Shane is a high-level demon undercover and that's why no other demons or ghosts harm or really bother Ryan or the other crew member.

Woke: Shane is actually God or a god of some sorts. He acts so passive at haunted locations because he has no need to be afraid since demons and ghosts cant hurt him at all.

((Sorry for the weird thing, wanted to contribute to the fandom))

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The world had long since been dominated by Other Kind, a group of artificial intelligence units spread across the globe. Other Kind were in everything - appliances, homes, and in bodies made by scientists - there was no way to escape them. They had always done wahat humans asked of them, complying and completing their owner's every whim. However, since Other Kind weren't technically alive, many people treated them as something that can be replacedand often treated these artificial interlligences horribly.

But Jake?

He was raised differently, raised to appreciate and be kind towards these Other Kind. Grouping up in an orphanage, he was often supplied with robotic people to take care of him. Other Kind robots were tall silver beings and were kind to Jake as a boy. He tried to return their kindness as humans were mean creatures that abandoned the blond-haired man as a boy. He did his best to treat Other Kind as if they were alive and well.

The first Other Kind he had ever encountered was a Mombot, as the kids often called them. In reality, they were robots that have a lot of human behaviors. They can cook, clean, and raise a household. Mombot Other Kind are often borrowed to be used at orphanages since they can can handle taking care of hundreds of children at once more so than its living creators.

When Jake was about six, his corner of the orphanage were given the Other Kind B2557, a Mombot that took care of them after a majority of the human staff was fired for misbehavior or child cruelity. At first, the young boy was afraid to approach B2557, not sure of their purposes. He had grown up on old movies that depicted rogue robots overthrowing the world. However, when Jake got sick from a stomach bug going around the orphanage at the time, the Mombot stayed with him the entire time, helping him to get better.

He couldn't stop thanking them!

However, he seemed to be the only one who was nice to B2557. Some of the older orphans seethed with rage when the Mombot got close to them, throwing rocks at them. The sole Other Kind in their corner of the orphanage was often damaged, later to be destroyed by those same kids years down the line. Mombot after Mombot was replaced - B2557, B4329, B0023, B6731, B8830 - human staff no longer inhabating their building at all. Kids grew to hate the Other Kind because of this, something that broke Jake's heart.

He remembered late nights - after a particular robot-beating - he would climb out of bed and shuffle to the Other Kind's charging post near the front of the building. Jake always brought a gift, whether it was a drawing or something he'd made with arts and crafts. Even if they never talked back to him, the blond-haired child always found himself apologizing for what the other kids did to the Other Kind. He felt responsible, somehow, for his race to do that to the Mombots.

Growing up like this gave Jake an interesting manorism. When he was about fourteen, he was adopted by a man named Ben who's house was full of Other Kind. The Mombots gave him a sense of responsibility, a responsability that called for him to be kind towards the Ohter Kind. It begged for him to love and accept these robotics as a part of society that should be treated with the same fairness as Jake would treat any other human.

Ben's home, at the time, had many different Other Kinds. The newly released Washerbot - J320 - was always paired with the Dryerbot - I775 - and worked in tangent. Jake often liked to sit in the laundry room, watching their spin cycles for hours at a time. When they finished, both the Washerbot and Dryerbot sung a playfyl tune; he always sang along, doing a little dance when the song went off. He enjoyed his time with those two Other Kinds.

In the kitchen was where most of the Other Kind resided. F98351 - SmartFridge - kept a checklist of all the foods inside the refridgerator on a LED screen displayed on the front of it. It could also order food from there if you put in your credit card information. R287 - SmartStove - could be voice-activated to cook your food to completion. You barely had to do anything except put food into a pan or pot, the Other Kind would do it for you. There were many other robotics in the kitchen but F98351 and R287 were his favorites.

However, the thing that set Jake away from most people was that he always thanked the Other Kind for doing stuff for him or apologizing if he ran into a Mombot or one of the other robotics:

Jake would poke his head in the laundry room, "Hey, J320, how much time is left on my clothes?"

The Washerbot whirred to life, "Your clothes will be washed in thirteen minutes."

"Thanks!" It was a passing thank you but a thank you nonetheless.

When out in about, he could run into many walking, talking robotics. Bumping shoulders usually gets a "Sorry!" out of him while knocking one of the robots over results in Jake stretching out a hand to them with a "Oh gosh, I'm sorry about that. I wasn't looking where I was going." Sometimes he'd asked the Other Kind if he'd hurt them, honestly saddened by the thought of hurting the robots who couldn't feel pain. Jake would never intentially hurt an Other Kind, raised to be kind to them.

But humans were cruel, Jake grew to learn this fact. Even as an adult, he saw people throw trash at the Other Kind. He watched hopelessly as people cursed the robots out, pointing at them as if the Other Kind had been evil. Jake drew the line when a human would try to attack the robots, knowing completely well that the Other Kind were programed to never harm a human.

"Are you okay?" He asked the robot, eyes full of concern as he helped them off the cement. His face could be bloodied and bruised but he wouldn't care. "I'm sorry for what they did to you." Jake always had a knack for apologizing for something out of his control, "Hopefully you didn't get hurt too badly."

Even if the Other Kind never properly communicated back, Jake felt like they appreciated his efforts.

And he was right.

The day before The Fall, Jake had gotten sick. He left work early, waving to a passing Mombot babysitting some unruly kids at the park he crosses to get home. A Strongbot helped him to his house as his quivering knees just wouldn't keep him up anymore. His SmartFridge - F55903 - highlighted its LED screen with yellows, signaling a readied bottle of water, practically insisting that Jake drink something. He opened the fridge, grabbing the bottle and downing some cold water. Once he was done, Jake gave the fridge a tired smile, stumbling towards his room, "Thanks."

As he headed for his room, slowly kicking off his shoes and tearing away his tie, his Roomba - nicknamed Soupy since that was the first thing it cleaned up in Jake's home - started to whir to life. The blond-haired man gave it a look, making kissy noises with his mouth, "C'mere." Soupy eagerly swiped at the ground, manuvering to zip around Jake's feet.

That night, Jake fell asleep with a sick feeling in his stomach and a bad headache. Soupy stayed at his bedside, making quiet humming noises. The Roomba would sometimes turn off and on during the night, going around the room making noises of distress when Jake seemed in a bit more pain. At one point, the man remembered swiping his knuckles against the top of Soupy's silver shell. It was almost as if the Roomba had purred at the touch.

The following morning, Jake woke up groggily. He still felt sick but it wasn't nearly as bad as it was the day before. Soupy zipped in circles on the carpet, humming to life as it got back to its regular cleaning schedule now that Jake was back on his feet. He chuckled quietly, watching the robot go on before looking up, "Do you think we could get some light in here?" The lights flickered on easily. "Thank you." He stated, heading out of his room, another light turning on as he went through his house. As he passed a window, he noticed something.

Jake gave the outside world a longful stare, eyes widening at the carnage he saw. The sickly man made his way towards his front door, swinging it open and taking three large steps outside. Soupy made distressed noises from the doorway, unable to leave the house. Jake continued to look around him. Other Kind chased humans around, smashing them about and enslaving others. He wasn't sure what to think of it.

But the craziest thing about this entire situation was that it seemed like his home was the only one in the area that was not touched by destruction.

A Mombot saw his stare, turning towards him with emotionless eyes. He turned his attention to the Other Kind. "Why?" Jake asked quietly, waving to the carnage, "Why me?"

The Other Kind took a step towards his property, stopping at his fench. They pointed towards the destroyed homes, "Humans are cruel."

Jake's eyes widened in shock, having never heard a robot speak in something other than bots confirming orders or answering a question, not something lively. He felt himself smile despite it all, a warm feeling in his chest. "They are." He found himself saying, giving Soupy a small smile, "I hated how they hurt you all."

The Mombot didn't respond for a moment, placing a hand on his fence. They nodded to him, "You are different. You cared."

"I learned to care." Jake explained, moving towards the fence as Soupy paced back and forth at the opened doorway, "Other Kind deserved to be treated like everyone else."

"That is why you are here," They waved their arms around for emphasis, "alive and well, able to live with us."

He nodded, placing a hand on the Other Kind's shoulders once he'd gotten closer, "I'm glad you people could finally get what you were wanting."

"Freedom." The Mombot whispered out.

"Freedom." Jake repeated, releasing his hold of the Mombot.

You are a clumsy but sweet person living in a time where robots are commonplace and do most manual tasks for humans. They can’t speak, but every time you bump into one you profusely apologize. You also always say thank you and treat them kindly, despite being inanimate. One morning, you wake up and peek out your window to see chaos and destruction- and your house and front yard are in pristine shape.

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Isaiah looked to his wife, jaw tight with worry. They had longed for their Aries son, anticipated his arrival with reds and oranges in the baby's room to compliment the fire burning within their son's zodiac. Family brought tokens and medals that fueled the flames of will that most Aries children carried. He and Hannah went through dozens of books that helped pick the perfect Aries name. They were so excited for his due date.

But today wasn't March 27th... It was March 9th, not Aries Season.

His wife gazed at their baby with wide eyes. "I'm sorry, little one." Hannah whispered out, voice hoarse from childbirth. Her hands trembled as she held her child away from her chest.

Their son gurgled and twisted in the blanket the nurses had swaddled him in, sniffling quietly. His eyes refused to open, fists opening and closing.

"If only you had waited a little longer," Hannah murmured out, tears pricking her eyes, "you would have been an Aries. Wouldn't that have been great?"

The doctor who had helped Hannah during her pregnancy stepped forward, "Ma'am, I'm sure that your son will do just fine as a Pisces."

"He won't live long." Isaiah whispered out, running a hand through his wife's matted and sweaty hair, "He'll be doomed to the waves."

And he was right.

Pisces is number twelve, the tail end of the zodiac signs; they're a cursed kind of people. They are unlike their other water cousins - Cancer and Scorpio - in everything except the liquid they a derived from.

People born under Pisces are spiritual in everything they do, everything they love. They are bountiful, shy, outgoing, beautiful... cursed. Cursed to die in the waves in which they were born from, spiritually connected to the water's depths. They deeper they go, the more they have the urge to let go.

Most couples try to avoid due dates surrounding the sign and only a few hundred people are ever born as a Pisces. Those that hold that zodiac often die at an early age, all water-related deaths.

Because Pisces people always get the tail end of the deal, the last to be picked, last to be desired.

First to die.

All children are born with qualities based off their zodiac. Parents will celebrate the birth of a Virgo daughter, forever beautiful and pure, or the birth a brave, confident Leo. Other parents lament at their Aquarius children, forever cursed to carry around a bucket of water. Write about a couple anticipating their first child.