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It was pretty late at night, the arkward couple lay on the sofa with a blanket watching a movie. Ennard had his arm-like wireswrapped tightly around Michaels small frame as they both focused on the movie. It was a horror movie set around the 1980s, because they had nothing better to watch apart from ellen.
On the small TV there was a family, the Protagonist was the son who figured out all of his father, the Antagonists, Evil deeds. But. It felt too familiar to Michael, to William and how he saw him hacking away at the limp corpses on the checkered room. He hadn't said a word to a single soul, he knew his father could cover up his death so easily like Elizabeth and CC.
He was shaking like a leaf, tears started to drip from his soft cheeks onto The red crush velvet sofa. It didn't take Ennard long to notice and shift there positions and start to comfort him. His soft wired wiped the salty tears from Michaels rotten purple skin. How could Ennard even love him like this. He was disgusting, but that's why he loved The robot, and It was his safe place, the one who made him smile, his joy, and his everything.
"Thankyou, my love. Now let's get back to the movie before we miss it all"