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The pinkette knelt down beside the body and chewed on his lower lip. The thing couldn't stay in his living room and he couldn't just dispose of the thing like he would do trash. It would be pretty conspicuous to see the teen dragging a lumpy looking garbage bag down the drive way. He continued to chew on his lip until the thing was raw.
'I'm going to have to call the police…' he concluded but then another thought occurred to him.
He'd need to identify the person. The idea of actually touching a corpse wasn't a very pleasing idea. Furrowing his brow, Robbie took a deep breath before raising an icy arm. There was nothing on their right arm so he sat it down gently; it wasn't like they would feel pain anyway. He then moved onto the left arm and noticed a sequence of numbers on the wrist. Upon further inspection, they matched the serial number. A tattoo in other words. Yes, that may have helped but what id the police needed a facial description.
Shuddering at what he was thinking he had to do, Robert slid his hands over to other's shoulders and pulled. He adjusted his own position so he could roll the corpse over but that didn't go too well. The person was heavy; heavy being an understatement. They weren't hefty but it felt like they weighed a ton. Grunting a bit, the pink-haired teen tried again to get the same result.
Glancing at the clock on the wall, the hazel-eyed teen noticed that his younger sibling would be home in about forty-five minutes. Biting his nail, Robert looked around the room to determine if he could make a lever sturdy enough to move the heavy thing in his house. In the end, there wasn't much material and he didn't have the time to just go out and get it.
"What am I going to do?" he thought aloud as he scratched his head. He nudged the body with his foot as if that would actually help with his current situation. As his foot pulled away, it shifted the shirt, pulling it up a bit to reveal the lower half of the back, a bit of lettering being revealed to hazel eyes. 'What the?'
Getting onto his knees, the pinkette stared curiously at the black print that had marked the pale skin. The longer he stared; the teen noticed that the rest of the letters had descended lower. Surely, he couldn't bring himself to look. He wanted the person to have as much dignity as possible; but then again, he figured the mortician would have to take a look during an autopsy anyway. Taking a deep breath, Rob held it as he lifted the material to see what the characters were spelling.
In the shadows of the material was a simple, three-lettered word:
Ace
"Ace," the pink-haired teen said softly as he reached for his cell.
A small groan filled the room and the one with glasses nearly dropped his phone as his eyes drifted towards the one on the floor. The one that was supposed to be dead pressed both palms against the cool, hardwood floor and pushed themselves up onto their knees.
"Uh…um…h-hi," Robbie stammered, scooting away slightly.
"Name."
"W-what?"
"Your name," the other replied flatly. "What is it?"
"R-Robert Harukana."
"Acknowledged," the other said.
"Password."
"A password?" Robert asked. "Why do you need one?"
"A password is required."
"Um…RH16?"
"RH16," the other repeated in the previous flat tone. "Acknowledged. Now, what is your safe word?"
"S-safe word?" The other nodded once. "Is it necessary?"
"Not at the moment."
"Then…skip it…?" the pinkette said hesitantly.
"Very well."
"Um…" Robbie scratched the back of his head before looking away. "What's your name?"
"Ace."
"D-don't take this the wrong way, but why are you here?"
The question went unanswered as the one known as Ace left the room to explore the lower level of the two-story house. The pinkette followed behind, unsure of what else to do, and kept a tight hold on his cell that he had slid into his back pocket. He watched every little thing the animated corpse did; from touching door knobs and opening doors leading to the bathrooms and closets to pulling open cabinets and drawers in the kitchen.
"Ace."
Said person peeked out from the refrigerator and stared at the hazel-eyed teen with dull burgundy eyes. The gaze sent a mild tremor down the teen's back as he watched the other make their way over. Ace stood roughly at five foot ten, towering over the pinkette. The pale skin had slowly begun to darken and as he placed his hand lightly on Rob's cheek, said person could feel that their skin was much warmer to the touch. A small smile had begun to grace their blank face as they watched the hazel-eyed teen's face become dusted pink from the contact.
"Why am I here?" Ace asked knowingly as he pulled his hand away.
Robert nodded slowly as the other walked into the living room. He followed behind, watching as the newcomer adjusted his oversized, black jacket before shedding the thing off completely. He dropped the article of clothing onto the couch unceremoniously before sitting down beside it. Propping his head up in one hand, Ace leaned forward, not caring that his black hair with a red streak had fallen over one eye.
"W-who are you?" the pinkette stammered.
"You already know the answer to that," the raven said.
"S-so why are you here?"
Ace stood up, sliding his hands into the back pockets of his baggy, black jeans as he made his way across the room. His dull red eyes focused on the teen staring nervously at him. The way Ace had been watching him wasn't necessarily comforting either, but the pinkette couldn't help not looking away.
"Why am I here?" Ace asked softly in his ear. Robbie nodded once. "Well, Robert Harukana, I am your PDA."
A faint beeping caused the trapped brunette to look down at his wrist. Raising it, violet eyes peered at a holoscreen watch showing a small three-dimensional map of the city; a red dot blinking steadily on the northeastern end.
'Ah, looks like the PDA has finally been activated,' Kay mused as he looked around the cybernetics room.
Getting out of his chair, he walked over to the window and looked out in both directions. The green-haired ditz he called his partner had yet to come back though he was sure that Jay was aware of the experiment's activation.
Knocking lightly on the glass, the violet-eyed man tested said item to see if it could be broken. He then remembered that it was reinforced for several reasons so he let out an aggravated sigh prior to fishing around in his pockets. As his fingers grazed against a pin, he walked over to the door and looked at a card scanner. He already knew that he had left his key card in the main lab and he had yet to stop scolding himself mentally to have left the thing there of all times.
Observing the scanner, the scientist slid the pointed pin in between the panels and gave it a swift twist until he heard something click, the door sliding open with a soft click. He was going to give the greenette hell when he found him; he was sure of that as he walked back to the room.
"Jay…" the brunette called, his voice tight as he tried to keep himself from yelling. "Oh, Jay~!"
The dark purple eyes looked around the room carefully though they did not see the blue-eyed man anywhere. Guessing the ditz had stepped out, Kay walked through the room and stopped in the center.; his hands in his pockets. Scratching his head for a moment, the brunette stepped aside to see taser cables drop to the ground, buzzing slightly as a small current coursed through them. Looking over his shoulder, he turned to see the elusive Jay standing there with a scowl on his face.
Kay arched an eyebrow before turning around as the cables recoiled back into their gun.
"Jay…"
"Cyborg…"
"What?" the brunette asked incredulously as he moved out of the way again. "Have you lost your mind?"
The green-haired man kept his distance, frown still on his face as he retracted the taser cables. Blue eyes locked with an irritated purple pair before he lowered the weapon slowly.
"Kay…?"
"What now, you dolt?" the other hissed, watching the item wearily. "And put that down! You might hurt me!"
"Cyborgs don't feel anything," Jay said knowingly.
"And how would you even know that?" Kay asked furiously. "Just put that away!"
"Stop pretending," the greenette mumbled, walking forward. "Kay, Imma get you some help."
"J-Jay," Kay stammered, backing away. "You're the one who needs help!"
Jay wagged his finger before pulling back on the trigger in his hand. The brunette, regrettably, did not move quick enough and bristled as he felt a mild charge run down the length of his body. When the cables were pulled off, one purple eye twitched erratically while thin wisps of smoke curled off his body. As shock set in, the brunette dropped down on one knee before lowering his head.
"Kay…?"
'Note to self,' the purple-eyed man thought as he fell forward onto the cool, white tiled floor .'Kill that idiot…'
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