Part 1

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Nefarious enjoyed playing videogames.

If you didn't have the means to annihilate squishies in real life, videogames were a good alternative. Especially when your main character was a robot, and all the enemies were squishes- that was Nefarious' favourite type of game. But for the longest time, the doctor only played single player games. Games in which he only competed against algorithms- never actual people, organic or otherwise. Ranger's Creed, Sol Battles, and some stealth-based video game with a raccoon whose name Nefarious had forgotten. Thieveous something or other. So when he decided to purchase a new multiplayer game, he had absolutely no idea what he was getting himself into.

"LAWWWWWREEEEEEEEEEEEEENCCCEE!"

The aforementioned butler- who at the moment was trying to put clothing into the washer- put a hand to the side of his head dramatically. "Right on time, as always." Lawrence dropped Nefarious' dirty underwear into the washer and set aside the basket before making his way to the living room, where the screeching had originated from. He opened the door and peeked into the living room. "What is it, sir?"

Nefarious, who sat on the couch clutching a small package in his metal hands, waved for Lawrence to come into the room. "I can't open this. You do it," Nefarious ordered, shoving the box into Lawrence's hands.

The robotic butler sighed and started to tear open the box- and stopped when Nefarious started shrieking incomprehensibly at him in anger. "What is it?" Lawrence asked tiredly.

"You might ruin the the case!" Nefarious snapped.

"Oh. This is another one of your videogames?"

"Yeeeeesss, it is! So don't damage it! I paid good bolts for that one too!"

Lawrence sighed again and proceeded to open it once more, this time more carefully. Soon enough, the packaging was cleanly removed, and the game case was free. Nefarious wasted no time and snatched the fragile plastic case out of his butler's grasp. "AHAHAHAHAHA! YEEESSS, I HAVE IT! FINALLY!" The maniacal mechanical mad scientist suddenly jerked and then froze in place, sparks flying from his green dome as the mini-satellite dish inside played an all too familiar program.

"Oh Lance, how could you?! This is the third time this week!"

"I'm so sorry Janice- I truly didn't know that Pop Tart was yours!"

"Lance, I don't- I don't know if I love you anymore-"

Lawrence shook his head slowly. "You really should have that looked at sir- but then again, doing so would deprive me of my favourite part of the day." With that said, he slapped his boss square in the face, preparing his audio receptors for the excited yelling and bellowing that was sure to follow.

Sure enough, the mad scientist/part-time gamer was back to shrieking and screeching in his happiness over having finally gotten his game. Lawrence used this partially distracted moment to slip out, escaping to resume his usual duties. Something told him this would probably go on for a long while.

That something was called "unwanted past experience."