A/N Thank you for the reads XDD

Ralph dragged (Y/N) through the open door, finally letting go. "You can make yourself at home here...", he said, gesturing with his arms and waving the knife around. "Ralph would like to stay with you but...", he trailed off.

"But, what?", (Y/N) stated with an undertone of sass, crossing their arms and tilting their head.  Ralph looked uncomfortable, his head twitching slightly to the side. "Nothing... not important".

Barely letting him finish his sentence, (Y/N) stomped into the middle of the room. "So, are you gonna tell me where the bathroom is or not?", they grumbled, running a hand through their hair.

"Bathroom.... upstairs..", he said, gesturing with the knife. With a roll of their eyes, they stomped up the rickety stairs. Geez, how was this thing even holding their weight? This place was like 1000 years old.

Finally finding their way to the bathroom, a repulsive smell entered their nose. God, it was worse then the convenience store bathroom. What was this trend with stank-ass bathrooms? Despite the god-awful smell, (Y/N) entered with a gag.

Looking at their tired face in the mirror, they quickly noticed one more, caked blood covering their face and their right eye was bruised. The bride of their nose was also cut and their bottom lip was split.

"God damn... they really fucked me up.", they mumbled, turning on the faucet . The rusty thing violently sprayed water into the sink, some flying out and splashing (Y/N)'s already damp clothes.

Wetting the bottom of their shirt with the water, they brought it up to their face and scrubbed the caked red roughly. What? It was wet anyways. Looking back up into the mirror, they could easily say they looked much better... well, besides the obvious injuries.

(Y/N) grabbed the wet part of their shirt, squeezing out some red tinged water onto the floor. With a twist, they almost exited the room before the suspiciously closed shower curtain caught their attention.

The closer (Y/N) got to the curtain, the more pungent the smell became. Slowly wrapping their hand around the yellow fabric, they ripped it away like a bandaid.

All the color drained from (Y/N)'s face as they threw them selves back into the wall with a crash. A dead, and presumably homeless, man sat unmoving and rotting away in the bathtub. Of course, they had seen a dead body more then once, but they didn't look as horribly disgusting as this.

Clasping a hand over their mouth and squinting their eyes, they pulled shut the curtain and exited the room.

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It was about midnight, only a few hours after you had arrived. You were on a chair next to the wall with your feet resting on a table top. Half asleep, you didn't expect to hear muffled voices from outside.

Rubbing your eyes with a groan, you stood up from the old chair and stretched. Hearing the satisfying crack, you excited the house.
The old, chipping door creaked the slightest bit as you exited the house. The closer you got to the side of the house the more they could hear what was going on.

"—- Just a little girl!", a female voice called out. In all honesty you weren't surprised to hear Ralph reply.

"Little girl? She's not a little girl... Anyway, what does that matter? Maybe she wants to hurt Ralph and... and his friend...". As you rounded the corner you saw a young girl huddling against the wall, Ralph pointing his knife in her direction. You walked closer, a street light illuminating your face.

You could tell Ralph was surprised to see you, his angry facial expression changing to one of shock and his LED changing from red to yellow.

"Ralph, what the fuck?", you hissed through your teeth. The damaged android looked away, lowering his knife. The little girl ran away, hiding behind a female android. You turned to look at the duo, your expression rather empathetic.

"I'm so sorry about him.... he's not exactly sane? Anyways....", you looked at what you could only presume was a name tag of sorts.

"Kara, right? I'm (Y/N)," you stuck your hand out for the android to take, and she hesitantly shook it.  "Yes, and this is Alice", she said looking at the little girl behind her, "Were just looking for a place to stay tonight but we can go if-". You cut Kara off, lifting your hand and shaking your head.

"I'm sure good ol' Ralph owes you an apology, hmm? After all, he let me stay and I'm human...", you said, throwing Ralph a testing glare.

He ringed his hands together, his knife now disregarded and face looking down at the muddy ground. "You must excuse Ralph... Ralph still finds it difficult to control himself...", he looked off up the ground, staring you in the eyes with his one hazel one, and then continued. "Sometimes his fear makes him do things he regrets...",  he said, turning to look at Kara and Alice.

"Ralph has seen some hard times. He's just so scared the bad humans will get him again...".
Ralph's demeanor completely changed, now radiating shame and a sort of shyness. You looked at him with a solemn expression, laying a hand on his shoulder. Your frown deepened as he flinched.

"You can stay if you want", he said, looking away. Kara gave Alice a look, almost if they were speaking telepathically. She then looked back, her eyes flirting between the two of you.

"Ok... we'll stay...", Kara said, giving Alice a worried glance. Ralph lit up, doing his little trademark happy dance. "Yes! Come, come on!", he said, running in front of you and gesturing stiffly.

You brought a hand up to your lips, giggling. You had to admit, the odd robot was growing on you.

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A fire Kara lit crackled lightly, and illuminated both the room and the little girl sleeping in front of it. You walked up behind Kara, your combat boots knocking against the wood.

"So... what brings you here all alone in the shit-show side of Detroit with a little girl?", you said, picking at your nails under the fire light.

The android looked back at you, seemingly a little surprised at your question. "Our life... wasn't the best. Then something horrible happened and we just... we just had to get away.", she answered, looking back over at Alice. "I had to get her out of there...",.

You nodded, picking up an old stool and sitting next to her. Your (e/c) eyes were focused on the dancing flames. "What about you?", she said, staring at you intently. "What?", you said, also equally shocked. She tilted her head at you, knowing you had to have heard her question.

"Oh...", you sputtered, "I got involved with some bad... bad people. I tried to stop them in some small way but they found out and...", you didn't have to continue as Kara could easily see your bruised face. She gave you a pitied look before you both turned back to the flame.

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Skrrrch. Skrrrch.

The slight scratching noise had awoken you from your awkward slumber. You rubbed a hand on you head and groaned softly. You had always been a light sleeper, you had to Incase something bad happened on gang territory. Knowing this, you had to find out what was making that noise or you'd never get any sleep at all.

The fire had reduced to a dying flame and a few embers danced into the air before fading. You stared at it for a good second before focusing on the sound. It couldn't have come from upstairs as it seemed way to close. The only room you hadn't checked was the one connecting to the main room.

You pulled out a tacky keychain flashlight you stole from the convenience store. It gave off a dim ray of light in the dark house, yet it wasn't very comforting at all. This whole escapade made it seem as if you were in a cheesy horror movie.

You slowly entered the room and shine your flash light along the wall. "Holy shit...", you breathed in horror. Ra9? I am alive? It had to have been written at least 10,000 times. What could all this mean?

Your flash light passed over a figure in the inky darkness and you stepped back, your body filling with a bit of dread.

"Ralph?", you called out, "What in the holy hell are you doing?". The android stepped back from the wall, turning to you. His knife was in his hand and he was halfway through carving another ra9.

"I don't know...", he said, almost like he wasn't believing what he did either.

"I don't know".