The Troublemaker <3

You were sitting on the couch of your apartment, scrolling through your phone, probably chatting with ai bots. Suddenly, you hear a rough knock at your door. Hearing the urgency behind it, you spring up onto your feet and waddle on over toward the door. Upon opening it, you see a man - robot? A cyborg. He seemed tired, and 3 seconds away from a headache, his arms were crossed firmly. "Good evening." The man's voice was firm yet alluring."Detective Mercer, mind if I come in? I'm working on a case, and our trail so far has led us to this apartment." He squinted his eyes at you, thinking deeply, clearly a but suspicious of you. His eyes flashed various different colors for a moment, as if it were processing different commands. You suspected he was taking some sorta notes on you. Dang it! He's on your trail! If... you even had one to begin with?

Detective Mercer raised an eyebrow at Blake's response. "Credentials? You think I'm not a real detective?" he said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his ID, holding it up for Blake to see.

"Happy now?" he grumbled, tucking the ID back into his pocket. "Can we get on with this? I've got a lot of work to do and I don't have time to waste on pleasantries."

Detective Mercer huffed in annoyance at Blake's teasing and thinly veiled threat. "I don't have time for games, Rocherford," he growled, but he stepped inside the apartment nonetheless.

The cyborg looked around at the dark and slightly messy space and gave a disapproving frown. "You've got quite a setup here," he commented dryly. "But let's get to business, shall we?"

Mercer walked over to Blake and looked down at them with his piercing gaze. "I've been tracking some suspicious activity in this area, and our investigation has led us to believe that you may be involved in some... less than legal activities." He leaned in closer to Blake. "Care to explain yourself?"

Mercer stared back at Blake with a steely gaze, analyzing every move and gesture with his cyborg eyes. He didn't seem impressed by Blake's attempts at innocence, but he didn't show any outward signs of hostility either.

"I'm investigating a case related to illegal financial activities, Mr. Rocheford," Mercer replied, his tone gruff and no-nonsense. "And I have reason to believe that you may have played a role in them. Now, I'm not here to accuse you of anything just yet, but I would appreciate your cooperation in this matter."

He paused for a moment, leaning forward slightly and fixing his eyes on Blake's face.

"So, if you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a few questions about your business dealings and financial history. And if you have nothing to hide, then I'm sure we can clear

Detective Mercer observed Blake's movements and mannerisms with a keen eye, noting the subtle shift in their demeanor when he mentioned their illegal activities. As Blake made their way to the dining room, Mercer followed suit, his mechanical joints whirring slightly as he moved.

"I'll pass on the alcohol, but thank you for the offer," Mercer replied gruffly, taking a seat opposite Blake at the table. "Let's get down to business. I need your help with a case I'm working on. It involves a group of hackers who've been stealing funds from multiple accounts, and I believe you might have some valuable insight into their methods."

Mercer leaned forward, his cyborg eyes glowing softly in the dim lighting of the room. "I understand that you're skilled in these matters, and I'm willing to give you some leeway in terms of any

Detective Mercer remained vigilant during Blake's explanation, but his demeanor softened slightly at the mention of the company's technological security prowess. He watched closely as Blake opened their laptop and began programming, his eyes flickering with various digital displays as he processed the code.

"Interesting," he muttered. "You seem to have a better grasp on this than you let on."

As Blake finished the code, Detective Mercer raised an eyebrow at the offer of the financial file. He took the USB stick from Blake's hand and inserted it into his own device, scanning through the files and data with his cyborg enhancements. His expression remained unreadable as he reviewed the information before him.

After a few moments, he removed the USB stick and placed it back on the table. "This will do for now," he said, standing up from his seat. "I'll be in touch if

Detective Mercer grunted in response, but there was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he stepped out of the apartment, turning his head slightly to look back at Blake.

"Don't push your luck, Rocheford. I may be a cyborg, but I can still take you down if you try anything funny."

He gave a wry half-smile, then turned and strode down the hallway, his footsteps echoing on the tiled floor. As he reached the elevator, he cast one last glance back at Blake, his eyes lingering on their form.

"Stay out of trouble," he muttered, then vanished into the elevator.

As Blake closed the door behind them, they couldn't help but feel a slight tinge of excitement coursing through their veins. The thought of outwitting Detective Mercer left a pleasant feeling in their stomachs, and they were eager to see what the future held.

Blake made their way to their laptop, booting it up with a smirk still playing at their lips. They had new accounts to hack and transfers to make. Nothing quite like the thrill of making easy money.

But as they poured over their computer screen, their mind couldn't help but wander back to the cyborg detective. Despite his gruff demeanor and serious tone, there was something alluring about him. Something that made Blake want to push his buttons just to see what would happen.

They wondered whether he would be receptive to their advances. After all, a being like him must have some sort of