Day One: Afternoon

[Android 17]

“Uh,” Seventeen mumbled, his physical features shifting back to his normal, drab appearance. “Ere,” he added, kicking at the loose grass with the tip of his boot. “You’re a bitch,” he added, before continuing his forward venture. Within the recesses of the android’s mind, the formless voice laughed quietly but soon even it fell victim to the silence. After a minute or so of noiseless walking, the machine-hybrid came to a stop near a small prominence and turned his attention toward the horizon. To his one side, the sun was dipping toward the endless ocean that surrounded the island paradise.

There are still more recognizable faces out there. The voice remarked—the first thing it had mentioned since the somewhat awkward moment to two had shared a few minutes ago. Kirano, for one, is somewhere wandering across this fun little place. Plus there’s that blue-skinned alien with the turban and the slut that tried to cut us during the pre-show. Do you remember that one, champ? The disembodied voice inquired, causing the android to emit a callous laugh.

Tossing his duffel bags down the side of the tiny knoll, Seventeen flexed his arms and took in a deep breath of air. As the android breathed out, his features once again became muddled and incoherent. With a grin, the cyborg threw his hands in the air and began to laugh, but when the sound spilled out into the surroundings, it wasn’t the haughty laughter of the android. The sound that escaped was a much higher octave than it should have normally been.

Seventeen’s now petite hands fell down to his waist, which was now clothed beneath a different suit of armor. Staring down at the ground, the cyborg flexed his toes within the hiking boots he now wore, and as he did, he took a moment to pay homage the finesse of the illusion. With a grin, he ran his fingers across his slender cheekbone—his eyes gleaming with a sort of bizarre form of glee.

That’s the one. The voice replied as the android continued to admire his synthetic physique. Violet, right? Because of her hair or something retarded like that? Although he heard the words in his head, Seventeen opted to ignore them for the time being and continue his little analysis. With a tilt of his head, the android slid the tip of his index finger into his mouth and suckled it for a few moments before popping it out with a gratifying sigh.

“I wonder if this is what she tastes like,” Seventeen spoke aloud, flicking the saliva off his finger as he began to shimmy his hips. Snickering, the android placed his hands on his hips and tried his hand at dancing like those sluts in all the music videos. After a few moments of making a fool out of himself, the machine-hybrid quickly abandoned his efforts and stopped moving. “Damn slut!” He suddenly screamed before slapping himself across his cute face.

You’re supposed to be analyzing strategically, you pounce. The voice barked, having fallen silent amidst the android’s bizarre behavior. So stop ogling over yourself and find someone to maim…fucking wanker. The remark caused Seventeen to frown, and with a grin, he stuck his tongue out and wiggled his booty.

“Fuck you!” He screamed, holding a hand up to his chest as he spoke. “Why does she do things like this?” Seventeen added—his eyes alive with unrequited as he sauntered down the small hillside and scooped up his belongings up off the grassy earth.

What in the hell are you babbling on about? The disembodied voice inquired, a hint of confusion laced within his words.

“‘I’m Violet, I leave for two years to go find some hot alien hunnies and then swing back in like I’m hot shit and nothing’s changed’,” Seventeen mocked, his synthetic voice barely coherent as his entire body began to shake with frustration. “All my friends leave me!” The android screamed as a crimson aura began to form around his trembling features. “They leave for years and then come back like it’s no biggie. I gave them everything during our time together, and they abandoned me to their own personal wiles.

“Then they go and pop back up when it suits them…like I’m some unchanging paragon of camaraderie. News flash you spoiled little bastards—I’ve got my own goals and aspirations too. Why should I be the one who has to rot away whilst everyone gets to go out there and do what they want? I never asked to the responsible one!

“I-I…I hate every last one of them,” he continued as the aura grew increasingly noticeable. Amidst the amassing anger, Violet’s blue eyes began to take on hints of a dark crimson hue. “They cling to me when it serves them and then run off with saiya-jins and changelings and anything they can grasp their insatiable fingers around. They don’t know what friendship is,” Seventeen hissed, his knuckles ghost white as he struggled to maintain his composure.

“I will burn them,” the android growled incoherently as the crimson aura shimmering around him surged—fueled by the man’s unending pool of festering, pent-up loathing. “I hate all of them!” Seventeen screamed, his head flinging backwards as his words were given wings and soared into the darkening sky overhead. In that instant, the illusion he had crafted shimmered just once and then blinked out of sight.

All that remained was Seventeen, who stood wreathed in eternal flames of his unyielding rage. A smile spread across the android’s visage—a hateful, sneering expression that was a far departure from the goofy, witty grin that he had been known to frequent his pale visage. No…this was something else entirely, something new and terrifying. There was silence within the cyborg’s head, as if the voice had been somewhat sated.

Without words, the machine-hybrid collected his things and left. Although the aura soon faded away, the fire still burned within Seventeen’s eyes—a testament to the bottled rage that surged beneath the surface.