helloooo! I'm here again, lol 

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Near had trouble sleeping, or rather, "shutting off" as a scientist would put it. 

"You don't have to pick one immediately, think it over, and then tell me, for now, I'll just use your name, m'kay?"

"Because your hand is so much warmer than mine." 

Near laid on their bed, re-playing their creator's dialogue, it had been a month, but Near still finds themself reminiscing back to what he said. They didn't know what the genders meant to them as a whole. Near searched through a dictionary for the pronouns, scouring their mind for definitions. 

Her:

pronoun used as the object of a verb or preposition to refer to a female person or animal previously mentioned or easily identified.

Near understood a little better, but were they a female? The android searched again, however, the results puzzled the android again. After searching and searching for definitions, Near simply gave up and decided they would ask their creator the next day. Surely, after resolving their thoughts, the android would be at rest, right? So why haven't they shut down yet? Perhaps they didn't worry about the gender, perhaps, it was the other dialogue which their creator said.  

"Because your hand is so much warmer than mine."

Their creator was very confusing, babbling about the so-called "memes." Near recalled one of the conversations they had.

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"So this guy was like, 'ah, can you hand me that water bottle?' So I gave it to him and proceeded to say, '𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕞'𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕕.' Let's just say Oliver had to bust my ass out of the jury with his connections."  The clownster put his hands up in the air, expecting an applause or a round of laughter. Instead, he got silence.

"I do not comprehend your strange humor." The android deadpanned.  

"It's called the language of the memes, Near, for example; if I say 'here comes dat boi!' you say...?" Fukase did wavey motions with his hand (you know the one, the one where its like twirl it and then point it towards them.) Of course, Near did not get the joke. 

"When shall we be expecting him?" 

The redhead pouted, "No, you say, 'Oh shit, waddup.'"

There was an uncomfortable silence until Near finally decided to break it by saying; "...Oh shit waddup..."

"Yeah! Memes could get you in trouble though, there was this trend where people replaced the bristles of their toothbrushes with really thin toothpicks, it was not fun. I remember people cutting them into thinner thread-like pieces so it would hurt less. People also tried to raid a government military base, "Area 51" as they called it."

Satisfied, he laid back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. He gave an odd half-smile, "See? You'll be a memelord like me one day, next, we'll have to teach you how to do taxes." 

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Near tried falling asleep, but they felt something missing. Their eyes scanned around the room until it landed upon the plushie that Near had placed on a shelf. 

'I see no god up here, other than me' It seemed to say. Yes, the android thought quietly to themself, that would be something Fukase would say. You see, Near learns very quickly, so they had the slightest idea of what a "meme" was. Shifting the blankets, they waltzed over to the shelf, lifting the plushie by the arms and placing it besides the pillow. Feeling more content, the android went back to sleep, unbeknownst to the figure approaching them.  The figure placed his hand on Near's. 

"Hey Near..."

He didn't wait for a response and kept talking. 

 "If I don't make fun of someone, and if I won't be able to forgive myself; how do you feel about this horrible person?" 

The pale moonlight reflected off the redhead's hair, and despite his attempts, he couldn't stop his voice from cracking, nor the tears that escaped. And of course, Near didn't give a response, not because they were asleep, not yet, in fact, they didn't have an answer. 

"Near, I know you're not asleep yet." 

Near turned to face him, their white flowing hair over their face. Fukase moved the strands behind their Near's ears and continued, "If you weren't asleep, then why didn't you respond?" 

"Because..." they hesitated, "because I didn't have an answer..."

At those words, the redhead smiled. He raised one hand and leaned onto the bed, doing the "woe is me" pose. (google it if you don't know the name lol,)

 "Oh woe is me! My little Near, the smartest person ever, cannot have an answer to my despondent theoretical question!" His mouth formed a wry smile while Near's face only resembled the ":[" emoticon. 

"I do not appreciate your sarcasm for it is very unhumorous." 

"'scuse me? I beg to differ-" 

He was cut off by Near's monotonous "Then beg."

Fukase would've come up with a good comeback, if it weren't for the smile on Near's face. It was unmistakable even in the pale moonlight. 

"y-you..."

"I what?"

"You..." He picked Near up and spun them around, "YOU SMILED!!!!!"

He put the bewildered Near down. 

"I-I do not understand, it is normal for humans to express emotion is it not? So why are you ecstatic about this?" 

And to that, Fukase just laughed; letting out a sound that warmed the atmosphere. 

"Because I didn't program you to express emotion," He patted Near's head, "you did that by yourself, Near." 

As Fukase gently patted Near's head, they felt something. 

Warmth. 

That was the only thing Near could think of in that moment. It was in fact, the only thing they felt. They didn't quite fully understand emotions and feelings, they didn't even though what gender they wanted to be for dirt's sake!

But...

Near looked at their creator, the warm feeling in their chest returning. They did know one thing, and it's to be with him forever. Yes, their appearance had slightly changed in the span of a month, the android's eyes weren't that dull anymore, and their cheeks had a slight tint of pink. 

These emotions, however, did not change the time. 

4:21 am.

"Awww, we missed it!" The memelord let out a disappointed sigh. It was dark outside. 

"Hey, Near," Fukase looked into Near's green shaded windows to the brain (eyes),"It's dark outside...YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!" 

Near did. They had done this many times, indeed. 

"OLIVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! IT'S DARK OUTSIDE! YoU kNoW WHAT THAT MEANS!" 

Oliver lived maybe 20-ish miles away, but rather than calling him, the idiot decided to screech it out the window. And every time, Oliver always show- 

The narrator's inner monologue was interrupted by a 15 year old boy with bandages and a shovel barging in through the door. They go outside. 

"I SMELL IT!" Oliver's shrill british voice rings through the air. 

The mysterious verb in the air. 

He proceeds to have an asthma fit. 

They all grab their shovels and feed oliver dirt, shoveling it into his mouth, and boy did he eat it up, he devoured every shovelful they shoveled into his mouth. Oh boy, but the dirt wasnt enough, he needed more, he started eating the earthworms. 

"Oliver stop! You might eat Len!" 

OH BUT HE DIDN"T LISTEN! Munch munch munch munc munchmucnm uncn mun-

"NEAR!" 

The android jolted awake. 

"You fell asleep after we celebrated your smile!" 

"Ah? What time is it?" Near groggily mumbled. 

"4:20 pm. Now get up! We're going on a field trip!" 

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A/N 

Will it be a normal field trip? 

(with the frizz? No way!) 

lolll

oof pls tell me if there's something wrong with the plot/grammar/etc. Have a wonderful day! I'll take any feedback and advice! :D Oliverisbritish, sorry again for the delay :( It's funny though, just as I said I'll post it, my wifi went out.

The last part is based off of "it's dark" by GHOST lol, forgot to put that in