Originally written by: bunnieeeeeex

"ALICE WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOU DOING?!"

Pixal bolted up from her bed, worried and alarmed after hearing the distressed screams of her father mentioning her mother's name in a more concerned voice than she had ever heard of in her entire life.

Worry corrupting her robotic wires, (almost causing them to glitch) she jumped up off her bed and stood up immediately, running out her room and frantically trying to find the living room where the screams came from. Rather it be arguing or not, something distressing and loud is happening between her so-called 'mother' and her caring father.

All of the workers and security attempted to stop the girl and calm her down, as she was literally running at speeds that were almost dangerous for living on a skyscraper on the 100th floor with glass windows and automatic doors everywhere, but he'll, they even looked concerned for themselves! They never usually heard any of this shouting until late at night when Pixal has shut her system down and wouldn't be able to hear anything.

Her feet padded onto the wooden ground, echoing throughout the floor with loud thumps and creaks, passing through everyone and everything there, even her cat. She felt bad, but whatever was happening right now was a bit more significant than her pet. She was worried, she was scared, she was genuinely concerned for her parents wellbeing.

After what seemed like hours in her mind, (but only a mere two minutes for everyone else) the doors to the living room conjoined with the kitchen, became very visible with every step and blink that she took. She accidentally slid past it, but the sensors left a good gap for her rush into and finally see what was going on.

She did so.

It was like all of her robotic joints locked up from rust when she saw the scene laid out in front of her very eyes. Her innocent eyes that didn't deserve to see what was going on. Those eyes pooled with tears after she saw it. After she saw what was on the table..on her..

And although robots don't usually tear up, or y'know 'feel any emotions' (according to all of the school) she didn't know how to feel about this heavyweight shocks anger and sadness that flooded all in her eyes and in her mind.

"What the hell.." She breathed out, too much in shock for the rest of her joints to work, only her emotions and her voice box was to be relied on.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

She ran up to the situation in front of her and observed it. Why was there..white powder everywhere? Why was there cups smashed on the ground? What the hell was her mother doing?! And why?! Why did she have to do that?! Was she too drunk from every single night that she got bored of being hungover and vomiting up the toilet, which then she or the damn workers had to clean while she went out again or 'worked' so she then decided to get fucking high too?! Snorting that shit up her nose can't be good for her! It looks like sugar, and it looks harmful.

Too many emotions and data was running through her body that she felt fully glitched. Her circuited didn't work. Broken. Like a flip of happiness had been shut off in her system and she didn't know how to feel that certain feeling again until she got the right and true answers from her parents. For once.

The older blonde rolled her eyes and walked up to Pixal and patted her on the head lightly. "Oh Pixie." She mumbled. Pixal smacked her hand off. "I don't want your excuses anymore, what the..hell do you think you're doing? How did you get that?" Her brows furrowed in anger and confusion, while she crossed her arms and eyed her very guilty and distressed looking father, who rubbed his arm and stayed silent throughout the entire exchange where his daughter was present.

"So," She growled. "Are you going to talk verbally to your daughter, or stay quiet and let your emotions of distress and guilt face you? Because, mother and father, I have been requested to stay out of school today because of a virus in my system, so I can confirm I do have all day!"

Alice sighed. She dusted the powder off the desk and onto the floor, and onto her dirty shoes. "Look Pixal, it's just a bit of drugs you put up your nose when your stressed." She snarled. Borg squinted her eyes at her and crossed his arms. Anger and some form of actual hatred was boiling in him. Pixal went to walk up to her father put was stopped by her mother.

"You should try some." She added on, picking up an unopened packet and shaking it in her nimble fingers to alert her daughter of her practical addiction to this drug. Pixal's brows furrowed and she stepped back, attentive of her father behind her. She shook her head, her eyes becoming pleading while Alice stepped closer to her. She ripped open the packaging and grabbed a tube. "Go on." She mumbled. Again, fear set in the younger's eyes and body, almost locking her joints and glitching her wires. Whatever that was..it certainly wasn't very nice for a human, let alone a robot-disguised-as-a-human.

She shook her head. "Mother, please do not to that. It is not good for you." She murmured, swallowing a lump of guilt, anger, betrayal and much more down to suppress her fear, her anger, and the rising buble that was betrayal.

All her life she thought her mother was good; someone who did have a weird job on the side of the professional one she has, but she enjoyed it, and money was brought home. But now she actually was getting onto the illegal side of this..god knows what else she could've done at her other job.

Her trust that she has built up from the day she had a working mind and voicebox has been ripped apart. What she though she knew about her reckless, but kind enough, mother was gone. What was she supposed to do know? Cry about it? She wants to, but she has to stay strong. Even if the weight of double-crosser was crushing at her.

Alice shrugged, yawned, and walked back to the counter. She yanked up her keys and dusted off the rest of the powder onto the floor, straightened up her clothing and then went to leave. Pixal growled unde rher breath. She wasn't letting this woman leave until she had cleaned up this place. She certainly wasn't picking up..whatever that was, and her oor father couldn't do it, and she would never expect the workers to do it for her.

Thinking fast, she shon a light right in the corner of the woman's green eyes, causing her to stop dead in her track which were on the way to the door, and squeeze her eyes shut. "What the fuck.." She mumbled, holding her head while she waited for the light to go away. Pixal then dimmed the light on her wrist, rushed over to the door as pressed the button to shut and lock it.

With one eyebrow raised, and clear anger in her eyes. Alice turned to her husband and then at her daughter, an angry glow in her eyes. "You locked the door, Pixal?" She mumbled. Pixal held her ground, swallowing the rising lump in her throat and walking up to Alice. She nodded. "You're going to clean this up, then you can go out. me and dad are going to be far away from you until you give us a good reason for why you told me to do that.."

The platinum-haired threw a dustpan and brush at her mother, and then grabbed her father and exited the room.

"Pixal.." Borg said, turning to see his daughter, who looked absoultely distraught. He sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You should go into your room and get some rest until the software has been downloaded for you, okay?" His heard shattered for her, feeling that he couldn't do anything about his wife who clearly had a lot of secrets that she was hiding from the 'two people she's closest to'.

The female in the conversation shakily exhaled and nodded. now resorting to biting her lip to make sure she doesn't break down in front of her already hurt father.

She walked away from him, ever step that her closer and closer to her room was more emotions sinking in. She needed to let this out, she can't hide her emotions....but who was there to talk to..?

All her friends were at school, she definitely doesn't want to talk to her mother right now, her father looks hurt, and the workers won't be much help. So..who was she supposed to talk to..?

Herself, she presumes.

But before that idea could become reality, she entered her room to see her phone buzzing, and the signiture ringtone that she had chosen was echoing through her room. She rushed up to it and swooped it off the table into her hands, and noticed who was calling her at what time it was. It was 10:30 am, and her boyfriend was calling her. The only one that knew she was a robot, and also accompined her in the similarity.

A couple tears ran down her cheeks as she answered the phone at pulled it to her ear.

"Good morning, Pixal." The angelic voice of Zane said from the other side of the phone. Her sensors and circuits heated up a little bit as she heard him speak through the phone, a little smile flashing on her face for a mere second before it faded away and she was left with the situation before her. She was all alone.

She cleared her throat. "G-Greetings, Zane." Her voice glitched halfway through, indicating to Zane that she had a negative pile of emotions running through her database right now, which definitely made one of his negative emotions pop up on his; worry.

"Pixal? What is wrong?"

She sniffled and cried harder, weeping all of her emotions out in one sentence that her own boyfriend asked in worry.

"I-I.."

"Take deep breaths. I am right here."

Pixal squeezed her eyes shut and quickly gripped a pillow that was thrown on the floor from her scare this morning with her father screaming. Her fingers digged into the thin fabric, designating that was how she let her anger out, and how she dealt with most situations that made her like this; cry and wait for a hand to help. She knew that someone would, she did have self-love, but she also knew that if she ever were to say that in front of the bullies, (aka the whole damn school) her repuation would be ripped away, and the self-love she has been trying to build when it plummeted once she found out she was supposed to go to Public School would be sent back down.

"Pix..?"

Her lip trembled. "M-My mother, she-she's..." Eyes fluttering shut; she attempted to dry away her tears when she felt the memory flash over her vision once again.

"She's..?"

"N-Not the mother I thought she was."

Her eyes glistened over with more tears, the artificial water probably making her virus descend into a worse problem. She didn't care, she was too hurt to care. The software would b einstallend and ready for her in a few minutes and she's on the phone, talking to her boyfriend whilst crying her eyes out over the one that always looked suspicious. While her mind was also swarming with thoughts of what else she could be doing late a night. More drugs, theft, stealing, violence, trafficking and even maybe cheating. Just the thought of that bitch hooking up with some dirty man behind Borg's back make her feel sick. Like how humans felt sick, just with a seed pinch of betrayal that would sink into her as fast and a horse on a runway track.

"Oh Pixal. I'm am so very sorry, you do not deserve that." Zane's worried and pure voice spoke through the speakers of a silent few moments of thinking and realisation. The tone is his voice specified that he did in fact feel extremely bad and guilty for his girlfriend on the day she wasn't there. He can't leave school and be there for her; it's not that easy to do. And plus, someone, rather they be out of their friend group or not, would definitely notice if Zane went missing randomly and left school.

Pixal sniffled. She didn't know what to say or do, she just wanted to be away from her as much as possible. She doesn't want to be known as: 'The robot girl who has a physically unstable dad and a crazy mother.' She doesn't want to get more shade than she already does for simply acting 'stranger' and having a mother who does drugs with three of the ex-teachers that worked at the school. Next thing you know they're all gonna start calling her the druggie - or if the theories of her mother hooking up are true - a slut. Her friends already get called that anyway for no apparent reason. Firstly, their kids. Skylor's dad doesn't even let her have a boyfriend, Seliel's parents are too protective, and Nya is afraid of stuff like that.

They don't get why every boy at their school; who definitely have had sex before and have probably dated too many girls to count, are the ones to 'fake seduce' (which was basically touching all four of them in inappropriate places and then saying it's a 'joke'.) people and then go off and beg their current girlfriends for sex. And they know to never call someone a slut just for their body count, it's wrong, but calling people it when you don't even know what's happened to them if just plain rude and sometimes scary to hear.

And it wouldn't be long until Pixal found out the truth or not if her mother is doing something worse than drugs - breaking her husband's heart.
"I do not know what to do anymore, Zane." She stated out, fearing what the future would have in store for her and her friends, I mean they're all going through something, so what if it all gets worse? What if something horrific happens?

"Pixal, sweetheart, please listen to me."

"Yes, Zane?"

"You are very strong, and you will get through this. I love you so much, and I wish the best for you today. You're amazing, honey."

It was like the girl could feel the warmth and comfort of his smile through the phone, and the words he said made a least a little smile creep on her face, and actually stay there.

"Thank you Zane, I love you so much too. I-I'll let you go on with the rest of your break and-and I'll text you when it's done, I think you'll be at lunch when it's finished." She mumbled back, wiping her tears away with her sweater and clearing her throat.

"Stay safe, Pixal. Goodbye."

"S-See you later, Zane."

She dropped her phone on the bed and smiled, walking out of her room.

~~~
"A party?" Morro asked to confirm, his eyes scanning over the paper very carefully and taking in the informations that was written in front of him.

Dilara nodded, tucking the strands of her black hair behind her face and back into a bun. "Y-Yeah. My boyfriend is hosting one, and he told to invite the whole year group." She replied, fiddling with her fingers and her jacket that was tied around her waist. "And that includes you ten, so feel free to come tomorrow at 5 pm."

They all looked a little skeptical but one by one, they slowly nodded, while biting their lips and shaking lightly. Jay looked the worst of them all. He began to shake and bite his sleeve, trying not to cry and have panic attack right on the spot at the thought of a party, with 30 others..without telling his parents, or have anything to calm him down.

Nya grabbed his hand and looked up at him. "Hey," She started, smiling weakly at her boyfriend and kissing his cheek gently. "You're gonna be okay, we can leave when you want, okay? That's even if you wanna go." She suggested, a cute little smile on her face which grew and grew as Jay stared into her paler than usual eyes, and when he realised, he raised an eyebrow and shook himself out of his trance and looking at his beautiful girlfriend.

"Wait, you're actually really pale. Are you okay?" He asked, grabbing her hands and noticing that they too, were cold. Something was up with Nya; she wasn't usually like this. Shaking, pale, cold, etc etc. Unless she's sick; but if she is sick she misses out on school and stays in her bed for most of the day. So that confused him.

Nya smiled and giggled, wiping her eyes and shaking her head at her love, then interlocked his fingers with her own. "I'm fine Jay," She brushes off, sniffling again and pulling her hoodie closer to her. Jay still looked worried and confused. "..I think I'm just coming down with a one-day cold. Don't worry about me, 'kay?" She mumbled to him, snuggling up to Jay and resting a head on his shoulder, waiting for his adorable little smile to show up again and melt away all of her insecurities, until she was behind closed doors.

Eventually, Jay nodded a little and smiled back at Nya, freckles scrunching up as his worry backed off for at least a little bit, until he got home. Would his parents be home today? Would they stay for longer? What if they force him to go back to the mansion? That would make him worse!

"Hehe, Sorry." Jay chuckled, scratching the back of his neck and apologising with a soft giggle to make the mood lighten up a bit between the couple.

Nya smiled and cuddled into his shoulder more, eventually sitting on his lap and closing her eyes to calm herself from the previous lesson which was English. Lloyd was taken to the nurse after a few cuts on his arm from literal sticks been thrown at him and Nya while the teacher wasn't present in the classroom. Lloyd had a small but on his face, while Nya has it all done on her ankles, so she pulled her socks up and watched it bleed through until the end of class, then went to the bathroom to disinfect the five cuts that lay on both of her ankles.

"I'm assuming English wasn't the best for you two." Seliel mumbled, pointing at Nya and Lloyd who both had bandages somewhere on their body; one being more prominent as it was in the poor blonde's face, but none-the-less, everyone knew what had happened to them. First it was verbal..now physical?

They both shook their heads, clear discomfort on their faces while Nya wrapped her arms around Jay and closed her eyes once again, resting her cheek against his shoulder blade. He hushed her and wrapped his arms tighter around her torso too, then gently rocked her to attempt to stop her shivering. Which again, went in vain.

Kai frowned and sat next to Jay and whispered. "She's been like this for about a day and a bit now, I'm generally not sure what to do anymore." He muttered, eyebrows creasing in worry as he wrapped an arm around Skylor's shoulder. "The nurses here are good for nothing snide bitches, and the ones back at home just recommed for her to wrap herself in blankets and get an early nights sleep. It's obviously not working." He paused to take a breather. He bit his lip, and instantly the others looked generally worried for his wellbeing.

"I-I've tried everything. I give her all the blankets, I turn the radiator on for a little bit, I take her downstairs to the lounge and put the campfire on, with a few blankets. I give her hot chocolate and coffee, I use hot water bottles, heating pads, thicker clothing, heck, even my own clothing or some of the hand-me-downs we've been given from past people who lived here. B-But nothing's working." He stumbled over his won words, feeling the emotions clog up his throat and allow his tear ducts to open. Skylor pulled him into a little hug. Everyone there but Nya was extremely worried.

Nya, on the other hand, was asleep during all of this. And she was dreaming. But it wasn't the happy dream you would expect. Again, it was a nightmare.

The redhead softly kissed Kai on the lips and pulled away, cupping his cheeks with a gentle squeeze. "And what about her nightmares? Are they doing better?" She asked. Again, the answer that came out of the brunette's mouth wasn't postive, in fact it was severly negative.

He exhaled shakily. "It's worse than ever. I-It's usually rather our p-parents, or..you know who.." They all nodded, sympathetic looks painted on their faces for the two twins. "She can barely sleep anymore, I usually have to guide her to my bed or stay with her. My nightmares are also getting worse, but the thing is, I wake up, go and take a breather, and end up going back to sleep. Sometimes I will go to Nya. B-But when she has one, it's like she can't speal or talk for ages until she starts crying again." He explained, with as much detail that he could possibly say without breaking down himself.

Jay muttered a very empathetic apology before turning to look at Nya, who was already crying in her sleep. She squirmed around a little, and tries to get out of Jay's grasp. He bit his bottom lip and shivered a little, before attempting to wake Nya up. The others seemed to understand what he was trying to do, and walked away solemnly.

"Baby, wake up please." He begged, massaged her hunched up shoulders and trying to make her calm down in her sleep. Again, the night terrors only seemed to get worse with every ticking moment that went by, indicating that it was getting closer and closer to the end of their very much needed break.

Nya eventually bolted up, gasping for air and sobbing at the same time as she held her hair tie in her hands; she must've tired to take it out in her sleep, and when she finally woke up, she had done that by shooting up and alerting Jay that she needed him, right now.

Jay took her hands. "Hey hey sweetheart, it's okay, breathe, I'm right here." He repeated, rubbing gentle and soothing circles on her knuckles and palms, just like she does when he's having an anxiety/panic attack. (Sorry, I'm not sure which one it would be).

Nya looked up at him with tear filled and red eyes, the emotions that turned into particles dripped down onto the cuff of her hoodie and the sleeve's of Jay's jacket. She grabbed his hands and squeezed them tightly, trying to turn her emotional pain away into thin air out of a physical way. But it wasn't working at all.

"J-Jay, I-I-I can't-"

"Shh sweetheart, it's alright."

"D-Don't..Don't leave.." She whimpered.

Jay kissed her forehead. "Never." He muttered.

Nya weakly smiled at Jay through her constant tears and shivering, clutching his hand with her smaller one, hoping to get a firm, but comforting grip back.