Somebody actually wants to see you

[This route is following the male MC route loosely - from chapter 9.2, as such most of the used parts are the same with minor variances between them.]

So here you sit, your body excited and your heart pounding as you're left alone with the perviest teacher in all of Ravenwood. With your arousal so high could you even refuse any advancements he'll make.

"Mrs Knight, Miss Rodgers sent me an email earlier informing me that a representative of Blackburn Tech was coming here to visit you with something regarding an internship with them." He sits back down behind the desk at the front. The internship is something you applied for and it's absolutely got your attention. You make your way down to the front as Mr Jensen eyes you up while he keeps talking. "They're supposed to be meeting us here shortly to discuss what they are looking for, much like an informal meeting of sorts."

A tall and slightly aged man pushes open the door. The man closes the door behind himself before giving a slight bow, reflecting the light off his two toned; black and grey, slicked back hair. He's cleanly shaved across his perfectly chiseled jawline which resides under the piercing stare of his bright blue eyes. He strides over the room towards you, stopping only to tower over yourself. He extends an arm out. "A pleasure to meet you Michael."

Your cheeks glow under his piercing gaze to which you shake his icy cold hand awkwardly. "Oh, hi. Nice to meet you too." You let out a loud yelp in pain as the palm of your right hand begins to burn, the hand that you were shaking with. Retracting your hand you see seven small red holes in the centre. "What did you do?" You gasp.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave now. You'll be expecting the police to come visiting once we got an investigation done as we don't take kindly to **** against our students." Mr Jensen steps between the two of you.

"Many apologies once more. It's just my employer wanted to verify this remarkable woman first hand, to make sure he isn't in bed with our competitors." The man takes a step back before bending into a low bow, this one lower than the last. When he stands up straight he pulls out a clear, see through, smart phone-looking device. The man then points it at you. "Hold still. This is going to feel... Uncomfortable."

"No, stop!" Mr Jensen yells. The man presses a button on the device before you can protest. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as a sudden wave of flaming hot pain jolts up your arm which begins to spread through your body. Your chest grows heavier as if it were collapsing upon itself, your head fogs up with thoughts and emotions different to your own, your legs feel weak and your sure you would've fallen straight to the floor if not for the waiting arms of Mr Jensen.

A loud burst of white noise fills your ears as the cries of your teacher fade further away. A separate voice can be heard getting louder by the second. "Eighty-eight percent, eighty-nine percent. Calibration at ninety percent." The voice grows louder and clearer as they ascend in value and distinctively more feminine. "Ninety-six, ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred percent. Calibration completed. Beginning merge process. Estimated completion time... Seven days."

* The Connected Space.

"I'm sorry for the pain I caused you. I promise it wasn't intentional." The woman says, she sounds younger now and different, almost as if she wasn't speaking from inside your head. "I purpose that we partake in becoming more familiar with each other through the modem of pleasantries and name sharing. Allow me to go first, I am designated Rikka, version number three-zero-nine-seven. Prototype Omega."

"Uh... where am I? Why does everything feel different?" You try moving your arms but feel no sensations. You're sure you're moving them but can't actually feel them, or see them.

"I had to disconnect your mind from your body temporarily, to protect you from sensory overload." Rikka attempts to explain.

"I don't understand. Where are we exactly?" You take deep breaths, or at least you think you are. It's difficult to tell if you're actually breathing at all.

"We are in the central core of the two of us. A connected space for our consciousnesses to meet and communicate safely without your physical body to suffer any potential backlash you may attempt."

"So we're just in my head then?"

"Correct."

"And the connected space is like a telepathic dream?"

"No. We are now joined within your mind, I am bonded with your body. I am a part of you now."

If you could feel your body, you'd be feeling numb, or angry, or frightened; however as it stands you don't. "That handshake, the guy, he injected you into me? Why?"

"You where found after many years of search by my mother, my creator. You're brainwaves showed the correct patterns that were necessary for a successful implant which was luckily achieved."

"What do you mean luckily? Wasn't this tested?"

"It was, twenty-four times." Rikka pauses for a long moment. "If we didn't merge correctly, we would've died."