You Ask Her to Wait

Upsilon was just millimeters away from touching you; her finger poised to grab ahold of you, possibly to tear into you. You couldn't outrun her; there was no one around in the empty hallways to intervene; there was just the two of you and the inevitability of what'll come. So, you did the one thing you could possibly think of. In complete desperation, you screamed out a single word. "WAIT!!!!" You desperately pleaded—a rather foolish act, but it was all that you could think of and all you had time to shout out. And, to your surprise, it worked.

The robot girl stopped short, digging her heels into the ground hard enough to crack the tile floor beneath her, partially shredding the Uggs she liked to wear so often. Of course, given how close she was to you, her stopping short still led to her touching you. Her fingers pressing up against your clavicle. The pressure that her fingers exerted was so great that you felt as if the bone was going to shatter under their push. While her immense strength wasn't something that out of place to you due to the people you've met during your senior year, the fact that she was meant to be a robot was what weirded you out. Pushing past the pain, the feeling of her skin against yours felt so realistic, like it was an actual person gripping onto you. Hell, even looking at her face, the range of expressions on it was crazy.

Her face had gone through a slide of show of murderous intent to confusion to what was now annoyance. Just by focusing on her face, you could see each and every individual muscle movement. It was so human-like, you just couldn't believe that she was a robot. She had been drinking water and coughing; her voice was getting scratchy from all the yelling she had done, and currently she's panting. Panting. As if she had lungs to breath air or something. You could even see sweat seeping out of her pores at this very moment.

The two of you just stood there, breathing heavily in your exhaustion. Or at least you were exhausted. You weren't too sure about her; she looked tired from running, but was she just acting? What would even be the point of that? As the seconds ticked by, Upsilon's facial expression grew even more frustrated, her slowly becoming more impatient as she awaited why you even shouted out in the first place. Honestly, you had forgotten about that at this moment; there is a bit more on your mind right about now. You weren't even expecting her to stop. Why did she even? Was it out of instinct? No, she was a robot; she couldn't have that.

You opened and closed your mouth as you attempted to find the right words. Not that you had anything planned. Not like anything you could possibly say could save you. As of now, you were only prolonging your life. And then you realized where you were currently standing. To your right, there were the lockers and classrooms with the B-Wing hallways on the third floor, but to your left, there were the windows. You could escape from her by jumping out. Of course, a drop from the third story could be deadly, but it was potentially survivable—probably very painful. It's better than being with Upsilon. Though, sadly, she probably wasn't going to give you the opportunity to escape. You couldn't even give yourself one in the first place; you were currently standing half naked in front of her with nothing... You felt something, something still clenched in your hand.

The scissors that Joyce had given you earlier. The same pair you were going to cut Upsilon's hair with. You still had them. You restrained yourself from moving your eyes down to look at them, not wanting to alert Upsilon to their presence. Normal, you weren't supposed to run with scissors, but thankfully you ignored that rule today. Even if it was unintentionally.

"You like wasting time, don't yo-" Upsilon began to remark in annoyance, though she would be quickly interrupted as you raised your hand up and stuck her across the face with the pair of scissors. Striking her in the left eye, which she had closed in what seemed like a reflexive flinch, The blade slid across Upsilon's skin, her skin moving with the pressure of the blade like how your skin would normally due to its slight malleability. Though unlike normal skin, rather than being cut open by a sharp blade slashing across it, Upsilon's skin remained in tact. In fact, due to the amount of strength you had put into attacking her, mixed with Upsilon's durability, the blade of the scissor had snapped. The pointed end of the blade flying away from the now rugged middle portion. It was as if you had attempted to tear through a brick wall. A brick wall that flinched.

You didn't care how little time you bought yourself; you quickly put your body into action and dashed toward the windows. You had no time to open them, so instead you opted to just jump through them, throwing your body into it with every ounce of strength you had in you, shards of glass digging into your cheeks as you crashed through. You were doing that a lot today. If you made it out alive, you were certainly going to be sore as hell from this experience. There's a reason you let Joyce and the Tranquility of the Extinct do all the fighting; you couldn't keep up even if your life depended on it.

You felt gravity pulling you down as you plummeted to the blacktop below. Quickly shutting your eyes closed to brace for the ensuing pain. Though your fall was short-lived, you soon felt yourself stop midair. You boxers were being pulled into your hips as they held you in place, the wind flowing against your exposed rear from your boxer being pulled up. You looked up to see a hand had taken hold of the back of your boxers. That being Upsilon's hand, who had leaned out of your window sill just catch before you could escape her range.

A rather pathetic noise escaped your mouth from the terror that had overtaken you. Guess you weren't nearly fast enough to get away from her. Your head dropped down in defeat, allowing you to catch a glimpse of what was below you. Oh, hey, the dumpster was underneath you, and it was opened. That would have been rather unfortunate for you to fall into, hadn't Upsilon given you the chance to. You glance back up to get a look at Upsilon's face, who looked more than displeased at the fact that you stabbed her in the eyes, even if she was unharmed by it. Not that you care too much; she was trying to kill you at the moment. For a split second, you saw Upsilon's eye glance toward your butt, which was hanging out partially. "Ew." You heard her mutter, a grimace present on her face.

The robot girl then started pulling you up, though perhaps she put a bit too much strength into it since a loud tear echoed through the air and you felt gravity pulling you down again. You let out a loud grunt as you crashed into trash bags inside the dumpster, the contents of which were thankfully soft, cushioning your fall. Though, rather unthankfully, the impact of your landing on them had torn a hole in one of the bags. You could feel something wet seeping out of it and onto your side. You moaned in great displeasure and quickly pulled yourself out of your awful-smelling cushion.

From out the dumpster, you landed on the blacktop right shoulder first, causing you to let out another grunt of pain. You slowly picked yourself up from the ground, grasping onto your injured shoulder. Today just wasn't your day. When was it ever your day? While rubbing your shoulder in pain, your eyes trailed down your own body and caught a glimpse of something. No, not a glimpse, an eye full. Your boxers had been torn off your body, leaving you naked. You were bare from the calves up and out in public. But your nudity wasn't your biggest concern, sadly, since Upsilon was still after you. You craned your head up to see the robot girl still leaning out on the widow, her face ridden in disgust shortly before she locked eyes on you, her face soon shifting into a look of determination. You were so screwed.

While you stared up at Upsilon, frozen in anticipation over what your and her's next move would be, you saw something rush toward you from the corner of your eye. Already tense from the events that had just happened moments prior, you whipped around to face whatever just approached, raising your arm in anticipation of being struck. Though that never happened as it was only Joyce that had arrived, a confused look on her face as she looked you up and down.

"You messed up, didn't you?" She asked with an impassive expression on her face.

"Yesn't." You jokingly replied, mostly doing so to alleviate the tension from this situation, but it didn't work. It's good to know that Joyce was in the area, but where the hell had she been? You were off doing her dirty work and nearly dying for it while she was doing what exactly? She had still been in the area, so it wasn't like she had something else to do while you dealt with Upsilon. Honestly, if you didn't know her better, you would have assumed she was afraid of facing Upsilon herself. Of course, that wasn't the case, but you had no idea what she was thinking. She was completely unreadable.

Not even fazed at your joke, Joyce closed her eyes and let out a sigh. Her closing her eyes reminded you that you were currently naked, causing you to slap your hands over your crotch. "I came over when I heard that explosion go off," Joyce explained. Explosion? Oh, she must be talking about when Upsilon decimated that wall back there. That was pretty loud, to be honest. There were still other students and faculty members in the building, even if a majority had already left. Wonder if they heard that as well? "I'm guessing she attacked you? I gave you an easy task." No you fucking didn't. "I wasn't expecting this to be the result, but nonetheless, I'm prepared for it." The agent patted the satchel she used to carry her "school supplies" in, almost with a sense of pride. Did she bring special equipment with her? That might be why she was so busy.

"That's great, cause we're going to need them!" You quickly turned around and pointed a hand up to the window. Though your attempt to alert Joyce to the oncoming danger didn't quite go as planned since Upsilon was now nowhere in sight, having run off somewhere, "...She was right there a couple of seconds ago."

"I could guess that." Joyce responded with a hint of annoyance in her voice after having the obvious explained to her.

You brought your hand back down to hold on top your other. "Where did she go? You think she ran off?" You asked the Scottish girl.

"No, she's still around. I can't pinpoint where she is, but I can feel her." Joyce answered, not bothering to look at you, instead keeping her eyes focused on the school building.

"Feel? The hell do mean feel?" You questioned.

Joyce turned to you with a puzzled look on her face. "The same feeling you get when you're around Regina and the other assassins, or Hateya. You know, that 'feeling' that runs through your whole body." Joyce attempted to explain, motioning down to her body with her hands as if that helped you understand what the hell she was yapping on about. Whenever Miyamoto was around, you felt like you were about to die, but that was about it. You certainly didn't feel anything when around Upsilon or the ToE. And why Hateya?

Alright, whatever, it's probably just intuition or something. More pressing questions lie ahead. "Why didn't she just jump after me?" You mused while rubbing your cheek, only for you to hiss in pain after accidentally pushing a glass shard deeper into your skin.

Joyce glanced toward you before looking down at her satchel and opening it up, beginning to dig through it. "I asked around about her while doing my research. Nobody knew her too well, but they did know some basic stuff, like how she has a fear of heights. So, that's probably why she didn't jump from the third story like you did." Joyce proposed as she pulled out an odd-looking pair of black gloves before slipping them on.

"...B-but she's a robot." You responded in bewilderment. She can turn a wall made of cinder blocks into a fine dust, but wasn't willing to jump out of a window despite seeing you do it? The hell type of logic was that? What, was she taking the stairs?

Joyce replied with a shrug as she pulled out a cotton swab and some rubbing ****. Turning the cap, she opened the bottle and began to pour some of its contents onto the cotton swab. Some of the **** being poured fell onto the parking lot's blacktop as it spilled onto the swab. Once the swab was thoroughly coated, she put the cap back on and dropped it back into her bag before approaching you. Gently, she reached a hand up to your face and delicately grabbed the shard with her index finger and thumb. The tips of the gloves fingers were covered in this metallic covering, which came to a slightly pointed end. Slowly, she pulled the larger shard out in a single smooth motion, causing you to let out another hiss in pain. Despite the pain, you are happy to see Joyce's more caring side and have a beautiful woman like her up close and personal, attending to your needs. A bit too happy, if you were to be honest. You were glad your hands were glued to your crotch at this moment.

After the shard was removed, Joyce brought the swab up to your face, slowly moving to your wound in order to disinfect it. You winced in advance, already feeling the soon to come pain and swab got closer and closer. This was going to suck. Just moment before the swab made contact with your bleeding cheek, Joyce's hand came to stop, her eyes suddenly widening in anticipation. It wasn't as if she had seen something but was instead expecting something. "I hear footsteps." She muttered before turning away from you and toward the building.

You listened in, trying to pick up the sound that Joyce had heard. But you didn't hear a thing—just the sound of the cool breeze through the air ruffling some trees and the normal ambiance that an empty parking lot would have. Maybe you weren't anywhere near as good as Ms. Barnes over there, but you could certainly pick up the sound of footsteps if you heard them.

"What are you-" You began, though would be cut off by the sound of metallic screech ringing out from the building, the sound of the back door of the school being opened up. Your eyes darted over to your doors to see none other than a barefoot Upsilon stepping out of them.

This bitch actually took the fucking stairs! You could not believe this shit. And she took her sweet time with it too. It couldn't have been doing that sprinting she was doing toward you earlier. No, she had to have walked down them. What in the actual shit.

Upsilon blinked twice as she spotted you and Joyce immediately, the two of you frozen in the positions you were in the moment prior. The three of you just stood there in the staring match for a brief second, which came to an end when Joyce's hand moved an inch forward, pressing the cotton swab against your wound. "Fuck!" You shouted as a stinging sensation burned across your torn skin. You threw your head back a bit and took a reflective step away from the agent, holding a hand over your wounded face.

"Were you guys waiting for me to get down here?" Upsilon asked as her eyes darted between you and Joyce.

Joyce flicked the cotton swab onto the ground. "Kinda/Yes" You and Joyce replied simultaneously, causing Upsilon's face to warp even further in confusion. Guess people on the internet were right—artificial intelligence couldn't handle natural stupidity.

Upsilon quickly shook off her confusion, her eyes narrowing into anger. "Okay, so you two are together in this?" She mused out loud, not really looking for an answer. Her eyes then fell upon Joyce, her brows furrowing as the Scott meet her stare head on. "You were the one that's been following me. I wasn't too sure if was you was you, Hateya, or one of the others foreigners, but now I'm certain," Upsilon lifted an accusatory up toward Joyce's direction. "It has to be you!" She declared.

Is that what Joyce meant by Upsilon seeing her coming? Also, why the hell does everyone keep brining up Hateya in this? Wordlessly, Joyce handed you a pair of thick square-framed glasses before motioning for you to put them on, which you did without a second thought. The agent then turned her attention to the robot girl. "You could tell that I was trailing you?" Joyce inquired as she began to take a step forward, pulling the black gloves further up her hands to make sure they were on nice and tight.

In return, Upsilon took a step forward, matching the steps of the approaching Joyce. "Once again, I wasn't sure if it was you, but I did get the same 'feeling' when you were around, whatever that is exactly." Upsilon answered as she balled her hands into fists. Joyce's head momentarily perked up in confusion in response to what Upsilon said. There was that word again, "feeling." What the hell was that supposed to mean? Were you missing something?

The agent then tapped to the cuffs of each glove, causing them to light up these blue lines that ran through them, a good majority being focused onto the palms of the glove. "It's my job to investigate and deal with any suspicious characters that are around these premises." Joyce began to disclose, reaching into the pocket of her blazer and pulling out a scrunchy, which she proceeded to use to tie up the back of her hair into a ponytail. "And you certainly fall right into that category." Joyce announced, pointing a finger at Upsilon in the same manner the robot girl had done to her.

Upsilon's forehead scrunched up in anger. "I could care less who you are. Just stay the hell out of my life."

The two girls continued to approach each other before stopping at intermediate distances from their original positions. Their eyes still locked onto one another... Wait, were these two about to fight? You began to take a few steps away as you rapidly moved your head from side to side, glimpsing at the determined expression on each girl's face.

"Time to make the donuts." Joyce stated before dashing forward, her body becoming an incomprehensible blur before your eyes, with Upsilon soon matching that, not even seconds later.