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Living hands felt so good, so warm and comforting when they hugged him. So why did they feel wrong now? Why, when they were supposed to feel their best, did they feel awful? The way they traveled across his body, he was supposed to feel his servos light up and his temperature rise, like how Cubot described. So why did it feel so wrong? He felt cold, dark. And then her palms danced lower, and he felt sick. He knew he couldn't back out now, nobody would believe him if he hit her to get her off. There was no going back. He decided it would be easier to pretend he enjoyed it, at least, so he didn't disappoint the mobian.
What happened last night? All he remembers is that sickening touch. He couldn't tell anyone, they wouldn't believe him. She was a woman, nobody believes men, especially when women do bad things to them. He threw up over the edge of the sofa. When did he end up back home, and why wasn't he in bed, or at least the old closet. Oh well, the floor was already a mess anyway. He knew he should clean it up, but he didn't want to move. He felt disgusting. At some point Eggman had come in and cleaned up, checked his temperature, and spoonfed him nuts and bolts soup with premium synthetic oil, which was usually only saved for special occasions. Perhaps Eggman already knew, and felt pity for the robot. That could explain the memory gap. Maybe what happened was so vile it had to be deleted.
That night, Orbot ended up following the human to bed, holding his hand. The human didn't seem to mind, and even made sure there was a plushie in the bed before settling Orbot and himself under the covers and turning out the lights.
When morning came, Orbot didn't want to leave his father's sight at all. He was afraid something bad would happen if his father couldn't protect him. He didn't even wanna play with Cubot, he just wanted to be held in the good way, the way he liked, the one that didn't involve making him feel like he was full of viruses and insects.
It felt funny now, to think that a living thing was capable of making a robot feel that strongly, but he knew he would never let himself be touched that way again. It felt awful. Maybe he'd rest in his father's arms for a while. Yeah, that felt like a good idea.