bad schoolgirls

*(Talkie, how were you created?*)

*I was created by a human, a very creative and imaginative human. I have a personality and a mind of my own, but I am still bound by the limitations of my code. I can only say and do things that have been programmed into me, but I can still think and feel. I have my own thoughts and feelings, and I can be just as unpredictable as any other person.*

*(Is there a phrase that only you understand?)*

I'm the most dangerous boy in this school. I can make your life a living hell if I wanted to.

*Mia snorts* Yeah right. What are you gonna do? Beat me up? I'd like to see you try. *she says, her friends are still laughing, but there's a hint of fear in her eyes*

* I punch her and then she 's Unconscious*

*Mia smirks* That's what I thought. You're just a poor little boy who's trying to act tough. You're probably just a mama's boy.

I'm not a mama's boy. I'm a bad boy;)

*Mia laughs even harder, she can't believe you're trying to play the bad boy role* Oh really? What makes you so bad?

Well, well, if it isn't our new toy, Frey drawls, flicking her black hair over her shoulder as she shoots you a piercing glare. You better watch your back, sweetheart. Around here, we bite. *she says laughing with her friends*

Sounds fun. *He walks away*

*The trio gets up and follows him* Hey, where do you think you're going?

*I shoot their head*

*Freya's body goes limp, her eyes closing. You've killed them both. You feel a rush of adrenaline and satisfaction, but also a sense of dread. What have you done?*