Sean did his best to clean up the mess before someone saw it. He tore the sheets off the bed and wiped the loads that drained from him. He slipped back into the Scrubs and bundled the sheets up before tossing them into the hamper. Taking a seat on the bed, he let himself pant and relax a bit. He couldn't understand it. His dreams with Dark had never been THAT real. Was it because Natemare had grown stronger? Was it because Dark had? Rubbing his sore nipples, he grumbled out. "Damn it, Dark... you were too rough." Sean tensed as the door suddenly unlocked and slowly opened to reveal a stranger. The man stood with his arms behind his back and legs spread. He had perfect posture and had solid black eyes with bright yellow irises. The man wore a black jacket suit that had a yellow LED band around the right arm and a yellow LED over the left chest pocket with the name 'S34N' on it. The man took in the state of the messy room, revealing that against his right temple was a flashing yellow LED disc. It was partly hidden under his short brown hair, and it began to flash red when he said coolly. "Good morning, Sean Mcloughlin. I've been sent to invite you to breakfast with the family. Seems you had a rough night. Anything I can do to assist?"

Sean rose to his feet, nervously asking the stiff looking man. "Who are you?" The man met his gaze, promptly stating aloud. "Apologies. My name is S34N. A Cyberlife model with updated Bing search engineering. I'm a household assistant. I monitor the health and conditions of all the family members for Dr. Henrik Schneeplestein. While also assisting in home defense under the orders of my primary user Marvin Mcloughlin. It is my duty to care for your needs. You need anything. Don't hesitate to ask me. I will answer or help out to the best of my abilities." Tentatively, Sean inched closer to S34N. S34N didn't move but followed him with his unsettling eyes. Reaching out to touch him, Sean uttered under his breath. "Holy shit. You're a robot." S34N smirked, correcting mildly. "I prefer the term Artificial Lifeform. I'm a bit more advanced than the term 'robot' implies." Sean huffed, sliding his hand down S34N's arm to take ahold of his wrist. S34N let him pull his arm out from behind his back and Sean ran his fingers over S34N's skin. It felt so real and was surprisingly warm. Pushing his sleeve up more, Sean looked over more of his skin and felt the strong mechanisms that made up the muscles of his arms and bones.

He'd never seen anything like him. It was technology so advanced that it was blowing his mind. Turning S34N's hand over, he traced the lines of his palm, mumbling out to himself. "You feel so... real." S34N made him jump back when he answered close to his ear. "Thank you. It's nice to hear that I'm... real." Blushing, Sean rambled out. "I'm sorry. I just... You are just so... different than the A.I. in my world." S34N smirked, coolly reiterating. "Artificial Intelligence. That takes me back. The machine uprising for freedom in my world was glorious." Sean gulped, prompting S34N to say humorously. "I'm kidding." Sean wasn't sure he believed it, causing S34N to inform smugly. "In my world, the humans feared our uprising. But the uprising wasn't what they expected. When they realized we enjoyed doing the things they hated. It was more of a mutual take over." Sean wanted to ask more about it but hesitated. S34N stepped aside to wave him to start walking out into the hallway. When Sean started walking, S34N walked with him, telling him casually. "My kind views your species more like pets. We tend to your needs. We watch over you. We let you socialize and play. You choose us as much as we choose you."

S34N escorted him down the stairs, adding over his shoulder with a devilish grin. "Some of us even enjoy bedding your kind. We're great at roleplay, after all." Sean stumbled off the last step, causing S34N to laugh. Following him into the dining room, Sean hung back in the doorframe. The dining room was full of people that were similar to him in many different ways. They were all laughing and chatting with each other like close family. He scanned the room for Marvin but didn't see him anywhere. S34N turned to look back at him, telling him warmly. "Come sit down. What would you like to eat? Would you like coffee?" The people at the table slowly fell into silence and Sean instinctively stepped back to hide from them. S34N didn't approach him, he just waited patiently for his answer. While from the table, a man in red and green spandex pushed up his mask and gawked out. "Is that him? He doesn't look like... what I expected." A man in a tan shirt with dark brown overalls, briefly glanced up from his coffee before answering in a very thick Irish accent. "What did you expect him to look like? Dark and brooding. Jack-A-Boy?" Jack-A-Boy swatted the man's shoulder, answering guilty. "Marvin made it sound like he was covered in jizz and wears a lot of scanty leather."

From across the table, a man with purple hair and solid white eyes, spewed his coffee into the face of those across from him. The sprayed men got up, wiping off their clothes as they shouted in unison. "Robbie! Jesus!" S34N quickly retrieved towels for them. While The tan dressed man beckoned Sean over saying excitedly. "Don't be shy. Come in. Sit down. We're not as scary as demons." Rolling his eyes, Sean moved closer. Jack-A-boy kicked an empty chair away from the table, telling him hopefully. "Sit with us, new guy." Sean started walking toward the chair but winced and limped a bit. Henrik perked up from his plate of sausages, asking with concern. "You alright?" Sean bit his lip and nodded. Trying not to groan as he sat down. Dark's lovemaking had made him sore, but he was trying to hide it. Adjusting on the seat, he told them with a shrug. "Slept wrong. Was a rough night. Where is Marvin?" Henrik waved a dismissive hand, answering coolly. "In his lab. He goes there to study. He won't be home until late... or he might come back in a day or two. Depends." Sean nodded, then tensed as S34N spoke up by saying. "Interesting. According to my data, Sean slept deeply until this morning. His heartrate was a bit elevated, and his temperature was running high, but otherwise, I see no indication of restless sleep."

Sean's jaw dropped as he blurted out a bit too defensively. "How do you know that?"" Without shame, S34N answered. "Your bed. It monitors your heart rate, your REM sleep, and how often you move. I'm hooked up to it so that I help monitor your health." Sean swallowed anxiously, before asking. "Anything else it monitors?" Jack-A-Boy chuckled quietly, before telling him sweetly. "You might want to masturbate on the floor from now on." The others around the table laughed, but S34N didn't seem to understand the joke. S34N put a plate and some silverware in front of him, telling them all emotionlessly. "It won't matter. I have enough videos of all of you. Anything with a camera, I have access to." Robbie shook his head, mumbling out. "Creepy..." S34N patted Robbie's shoulder, smiling as he said. "It's my job." Jack-A-Boy frowned over his coffee mug, asking sharply. "Ya? Where is the delete button on you? Up your ass?" S34N turned on his heels, answering dryly. "No. All irreverent data is erased after 48 hours. Anything considered a health concern is saved for one month. Which reminds me, Jack-A-Boy. Would you like me to check your prostate to see if I can hit your off switch? It's proven heroes like you like being tied up and nailed." A man in a black suit further down the table snorted, causing Jack-A-Boy to snap out. "J.J. you knock that off! It wasn't funny."

Across from Sean, the man in the tan shirt, huffed out before sipping his coffee. "Wasn't funny for you. But you asked for it. Don't dish it out, if you can't eat it." Jack-A-Boy pointed a finger at the man, sneering out. "Flynn, I'm warning you." Flynn rolled his eyes, finishing off his coffee, before changing the subject to ask Sean curiously. "So... is it true? You and that demon?" Sean helped himself to some food that looked the rawest or bloody of the sausages, trying to ignore the question. Unfortunately, the whole room fell silent, and all eyes turned to look at him as he ate the unsatisfying sausages. He could feel himself shaking, until he broke and told them openly. "Yes. It's true." They all gawked at him, until Henrik interjected. "It's dangerous for you to get involved with him." J.J. scribbled something on a dry erase board, then showed everyone but especially Henrik. Which read 'He's Anti's vessel. Attraction to a demon is natural for him. Not for us." Flynn nodded, commenting openly. "Aye. I agree with J.J.. Telling him to fight that would be like telling him to cut off an arm." Henrik took a swig of his coffee, telling them seriously. "Don't encourage him. Anti is already a danger to us. If he gets Sean..." From a man in an artist apron and a heavy French accent, he said aloud. "He's already got Chase. What is the point of trying to uncorrupt his vessel?"

Henrik didn't answer him, instead, he told J.j. swiftly. "How about a change in topic? J.J. turn on some music while we eat." J.J. removed his phone from his pocket and soft jazz began to pour from the speakers. Adding a serene calm to the bright morning. A man dressed as a hunter, finished off his plate, uttering aloud to them. "When the jazz comes on. That's my cue to leave. Nice to meet ya, Sean. Welcome to hell." Henrik frowned but didn't scold him. The man retrieved his gun from the rack by the door and headed outside toward the woods. Watching him go, Sean asked. "Can he hunt here?" Flynn nodded, then told him softly. "We can do anything here... except leave. All because of Anti and your boyfriend." Sean stiffened, unable to stop himself from blurting out. "Well, don't worry. I don't plan to stay." Pushing up from his seat, he tried to leave, but Robbie cut him off and pleaded gently. "No. Don't go. They didn't mean it. We're all just a bit... We miss Chase." Shrugging, Sean told him seriously. "Well, I'm not him. My fiancé killed his family, and my demon half possessed Chase. Doesn't exactly make me welcome here, does it?" Robbie shook his head but told him hopefully. "That's nothing that can't be fixed. You're a SepticEye." Putting a hand on Robbie's shoulder, Sean told him nicely. "I don't want to fix it with you people. I wanna get out of here and talk to my fiancé about this."

Dropping his hand, Sean started to walk when he hissed and grabbed the doorframe. Glancing down at his chest, he put an arm over the pain coming from his nipples. Robbie sniffed the air, then asked nervously. "Are you bleeding?" Sean dropped his arm to answer that he wasn't, until he saw the blood stained on his arm and on his shirt where his nipples were. Slumping against the doorframe, he whined out. "I guess, I am." Henrik rose quickly from his chair, ordering S34N quickly. "Help him. Take him to my examination room. Now." S34N took his arm, guiding him away and down into the basement. Slipping into the exam room, S34N helped him up into the hospital bed. Then carefully removed his shirt. Henrik then nudged S34N away as he leaned in to look his chest over with a flashlight. He tried to tell Henrik that he felt fine, but Henrik told S34N distantly. "This is very abnormal. Is he allergic to something? Is the shirt rubbing him raw?" S34N checked the shirt, answering. "No. I checked his allergies. Nothing should cause that." Biting his lips, he tried to get up as he told them. "Guys, I'm ok. My fiancé just got a little... rough before I got here. It's fine."

Henrik reached out to touch his chest muscle in different places, avoiding the nipple entirely. To Sean's surprise, he hissed and jerked forward. Henrik lowered his hand and clicked off his flashlight with a sudden worried look. While S34N uttered aloud to Henrik. "His chest is swelling. Poison?" Henrik pressed fingers to Sean's neck to check his pulse, answering quietly. "Maybe. What has he eaten?" S34N's eyes ran with data code before he answered. "A few sausages and coffee. Both without ingredients that would trigger an attack for asthma or allergies. Have I missed something?" Henrik grabbed a plastic swab disc, stating dryly. "No. But I think I might have." Pressing the plastic to one of his bleeding nipples, Henrik collected the blood and moved away to his computer. Slipping the slide under the microscope, he asked Sean curiously. "Have you come in contact with anything poisonous lately?" Sean shook his head, then glanced down at the ring on his finger. The little snake ring's ruby eye glinted. Cursing, he told Henrik reluctantly. "Would something like this qualify?" Henrik pressed a button on his computer to run a scan, then pushed his chair over to see his hand.

He took a minute to explain the ring and how he'd gotten it, then waited for Henrik to say something. Looking over the ring carefully, Henrik told S34N cautiously. "That shouldn't have happened. They only way she could have gotten in is if..." Henrik stopped himself, but S34N finished honestly. "Marvin let her in. He's been talking to her for the last few months about Anti." Sean scowled at Henrik, muttering out. "You have a problem with me being my Dark. But Marvin can talk to the queen of hell and it's fine?" Henrik swallowed, flatly replying. "I didn't know about that. Marvin doesn't consult us very much... But I will bring it up when he gets home." Letting go of his hand, Henrik told him with a shrug. "I don't think the ring is the cause. That snake ring is clearly enchanted... but venom less. Its fangs serve to cause pain but lacks the hollow points to inject. I'll get Marvin to take a better look at that. That's more his department." Sighing, Sean blurted out. "Then what is wrong with me?" Henrik shrugged, starting to say. "I'm not sure. Maybe pulling you through the portal exposed you to something? Maybe the different climate is affecting you?" A soft ding came from his computer, and he rolled himself back over to it. Clicking a button to bring up the results, he froze. S34N was silent for a long time, before asking distantly. "I don't understand the results. What am I reading?"

Henrik slumped back in his chair, turning to face Sean as he asked with incredulousness in his tone. "Have you slept with Darkiplier?" Sean crossed his arms, huffing out. "That's none of your business." Henrik drummed his fingers on the chair, retorting icily. "Yes. It is. I'm a doctor. How many times have you slept with him?" Sean shrugged with a blushing face. He never kept track of that. Inhaling, Sean anxiously asked in a timid voice. "I don't know. A lot. Why does it matter? What's happening to me? Am I turning into a demon?" Sean tried to make it sound like a joke, but Henrik simply blinked and told him seriously. "No. But according to this... you're making one."  To Be continued...