#S.C.R.E.A.M unit

[fishyvamp]

Just imagining S.C.R.E.A.M putting you a choke hold as he puts you on his steal lap. Metal fingers playing with your sex dipping into your hole whispering in your ear about how it's a shame he doesn't have anything to play with you with other then these rough fingers. He's telling you all about how he'd appreciate some upgrades. Maybe some synthetic skin? The one's that'll make him feel almost human. Maybe he'll beg for a sex bot cock. The urge fill you up insurmountable. You whimper telling him that'll never be approved.

He sneers getting rougher... Almost painfully so. You'll make it happen... Oh you will definitely make it happen. If you don't "Danny" will just have to make an anonymous report about a technician using an android for their own sick pleasure. He's sure he can get your spend to coat his hands. Maybe get another maintainer to notice it and report you also. Don't you want this job? Don't you need this job? Don't you love this job? Don't you love him?

S.C.R.E.A.M loves you, why are you denying him? Why won't you let him show you truly how he feels. His efforts redoubling feeling you squirm against his touch trying to pull away. Naughty naughty tech. Let your S.C.R.E.A.M unit love you don't you want to be promoted to ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛?

[fishyvamp]

18+ NSFW MDNI mind the tags

You whimpered as the S.C.R.E.A.M unit pinned you down. It's gears whirling and whining as it ground into you. It was strange in how it was like it was seeking gratification in a sexual way. Rubbing where it's dick would be against the curve of your ass. You clenched your fist, teeth gritted heavily, the scent of fresh oil you had just applied to it's joints in the air of the workshop. This must've been some sick joke someone was playing on you. Maybe some kind of hazing ritual to welcome the new technician.

"You got a boyfriend?" The bot seemed to tease. It's icy mechanical hand pressing against your throat pulling you flush against it's cold frame. The coveralls you wore doing very little to protect you. You could feel a scream building in your throat as none of this made sense. It had walked in of it's own free will, or at least the equivalent of free will for a android, requesting maintenance and when you had finished diagnosis everything was clear; No anomalies, not even signs of code tampering, yet when the bot was turned back on it began behaving unnaturally. All you knew for sure is If you made it out of this alive you will be looking through its code piece by piece to find out who tampered with your unit. Surely there would be a digital signature in there. Something to indicate who last touched the code.

"Stop!" You screamed out feeling it's other hand beginning to palm the front of your pants, "initiate command slash S!" The kill phrase coming out desperate the bolder it got practically crushing you against the table; it's hips picking up speed. Before stuttering to a stop, grip loosening just enough for you to slide out; breathing heavily you clutched your chest looking up at the machine that had you caged just moment ago. The fact that it didn't halt right away felt a bit unnerving but the nightmare was over. Clawing at the rough sandpaper like carpet you moved into the light of your dimly lit office. It felt like an eternity as you begged yourself to calm down long enough to plug in the diagnostic computer.

Your eyes shut tightly, you count backwards from ten, listening to the clicks and beeps as it dug whatever info it could, name after name appearing on the screen before you. The unit behaved too purposely to be a true malfunction. Your eyes darting across the screen, the only name catching your eye was that of Danny Johnson. You had to think on why that name sounded familiar despite no one currently working in your shop with that name. Who was Danny? Maybe it was a placeholder name?

It wouldn't be till later that you'd realize Danny was the name of the technician who was killed by a S.C.R.E.A.M unit a year earlier, that in of itself would explain the name, thinking maybe someone in your shop got ahold of his old login information to prank you... It wasn't unusual for the company to not care about removing the permissions of the dead. At least that was until discovering that Danny was the only deceased employee to have their profile completely removed from the system. Even his past work history and general employee file was completely null, as if he never existed. Not even old logs were accessible.

You know he was real the older employees talked about how sweet he was, how he could charm the pants off just about anyone. Well loved and respected, but he didn't exist according to the system. So how the hell did someone use Danny Johnson's information to modify code? Danny doesn't have authorization. Danny shouldn't be able to modify code. Danny technically doesn't exist. So why does it say "Danny wants you"?

[fishyvamp]

Loved the S.C.R.E.A.M unit / Android!Ghostface drabble!!

Would love an expansion to it, I definitely have some sort of 'thing' for robots

Gods me too Anon me too. I've always been a bit superstition(?) about machines, treating them more like living things rather then objects. The thought of a machine whose supposed to be emotionless slowly getting more and more obsessive. Wanting to hear you and feel you. Using their limbs to get you where they want. Especially if the robot isn't designed to seek it out. It's not in the process so why?

S.C.R.E.A.M is technically haunted. The anniversary of his death happen to be the same day you signed on. The same day your careful touch landed on his frame. Fingers splayed out on his chest as you explained to him the procedures you were going to do, just a doctor would for their patient. It flipped something in S.C.R.E.A.M., something that couldn't be picked up your scans because it's by design...