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“What the hell Jon?!” Upgrade yelled being dragged out of her stasis viciously by the golden bot pushing her aside.
“Sorry Pinkie, I gotta get these blankets,” The Jon said without stopped gathering all of her blankets and pillows in a basket.
“Oi those are mine!”
“You’re not using them,” The Jon said, picking up a cushion off her fainting couch letting her hand-sewn dolly fall on the floor in his carelessness.
“What on earth are you doing?” Upgrade asked, more curious than angry, but still angry.
“I’m making the biggest blanket fort ever,” The Jon said, excitedly tipping up his hat, an automatic tick he’d gotten after years of performance.
“I’ll help you if I get to be the princess of it.”
The Jon pondered for a second before picking up one of Upgrade’s many tiaras and putting it in her messy hair. “Alright Princess, let’s build.” and he put the basket of blankets and pillows in her arms before rushing out the door to grab another basket and head down to the next room in the Manor.
Upgrade sighed and pushed the tiara up onto her head with a fond smile, fixing her dolly back on her couch and followed the playful bot out to play.
They took the large ex-ballroom on the first floor as their home base, rigging up boxes and ladders to make the walls high, they used pegs and safety pins to keep blankets stretched over the long spaces and laid every pillow they could find on the ground, by the end of it the entire room was just blankets and Upgrade was sitting on a pile of pillows with a grin.
“My first decree as Princess of pillow land is that The Jon is now my good night, Sir Jonathan.” She declared to the gold robot and all the teddy bears and dolls they had collected to play with.
She leant over and tapped the head and shoulders of The Jon, who was kneeling with his hat in front of him.
“I dub thee! Sir Jonathan!” She declared handing him the sword.
“I will protect you with my life, your highness,” He said very seriously before jumping up and threatening a porcelain doll with his sword, making Upgrade giggle.
“It’s not official yet!” Upgrade declared. “You need a royal kiss!”
The Jon lifted up his hat with a giggle then bowed over to be the same height as Upgrade. The pink robot leaned forward and kissed his cheek and then nose for good measure.
“There! Now it’s official.”
The Jon stood up again and put his hat back on and grinned as he let steam out.
“Now I can be your knight?”
“Yup!”
“Perfect! And with that, he turned his sword back towards to the doll with a yell and started dramatically miming out the battle, pretending to be hit and retaliate to Upgrades pleasure, at last with a loud grunt he thrust forward then fell back, barely missing Upgrade, and with a sigh, he grabbed her hand.
“Avenge… me….”
“You’re the worst knight ever I’m taking back my kisses,” Upgrade said tugging her hand away.
“Worth it,” He said exaggeratedly whispering then letting his head fall back dramatically.
“Oh gosh, now what will I do, my only knight is dead.” Upgrade pondered out loud before standing, Jon looked over to see her dramatically reading from what looked like a leather-backed cover of Les Miserables that was so heavy she was leaning over.
“This magic spell book says that only a tear from a maiden or true loves kiss will heal a fallen knight!” She said, throwing the book down and walking over, she leaned over The Jon and giggled. “So you’re fucked.”
This made Jon sit up offendedly and cry out; “Hey!”
“What? no one loves you,” she shrugged.
“You’re mean Upgrade.” The Jon humphed, crossing his arms.
“And you’re dead,” she pointed out.
The Jon stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry before turning away once more.
Upgrade sighed with a grin and kissed his cheek dramatically. “There, you’re alive now.”
“I thought it said a true loves kiss?” Jon asked turning to face her again.
“I’m everyone’s true love because everyone loves me.”
“Fair enough.” and with that, he took his sword again and starting attacking the air.
Upgrade refilled his tank that night and bid him goodnight with a kiss on his cheek, and he bowed once more to his princess, giving her the doll he’d moved from her room into the pillow fort.
“Goodnight Sir Jon.”
“Goodnight your highness.”
And with that, he ran down the hall to his room.