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New Hire Crossover

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Toys-4-U had a minor problem. When the city's new ordinance was passed, they did not have enough local people working in their sex shops, at one particular shop, those being interviewed to be hired, are going to somehow make things work…

M-2483 a black main body, dark blue rubber female sergal toy looks at its applicate sitting across the way. It looks back at the papers as its breasts squeak, “Two applicants at once? Why didn't I-toy take the other?" it thought as it looked over the resume again. It's body squeaks, its arms press its breasts together. The toy's slick rubber legs squeak as they rub together, its cuff on its ankles and thighs jingle slightly as it looks back down at the resume then up at the one it is interviewing.

“You have a very… unique resume. Would you mind telling this one why you think you'd be a good fit for our company? MQ-7" it asks as the chair underneath the cybernetic sergal.

MQ-7 looks at M-2483 through his silver domed head which hides his face. Most of the black and light grey furred sergal body has been synthetically enhanced and covered in armor plates. Two spires that hiss softly jut from his back as long sharp spikes run down the tail, the tip end in several sharp metal daggers that spread out like a peacock's tail feathers. His chest glows as one can hear the soft hum of energy that powers his systems. His left hand which is nearly completely synthetic taps on the desk the set of six arm spikes that jut from his lower arm looks especially deadly.

“In order to reduce the equipment value of the company, reducing the taxes paid, I must officially be employed at another company for an undisclosed period of time," MQ-7 states in a cool monotone partially synthetic voice.

M-2483 nods slowly, “This is also an in between job for you then?"

MQ-7 looks at the sergal toy with an eerie stillness, “Yes. But isn't all jobs not for THE company temporary?"

“Hmm… this one supposes this is true. Though this one is just company property and not so much work in the sense you do, but yes, this one can see this. So…" the toy looks down at a set of notes before it, looking through various possible questions it could ask, “Why Toys-4-U?"

“It annoys Sheza the most," he responds coldly.

“Right… Do you think you could be trusted?"

“I keep international secrets on pain of death."

“I'll take that as a yes," M-2483 says as it writes down a few things.

“Are you good with money?"

“I am cybernetically enhanced to assist in complicated algebraic, calculus and physics calculations for my everyday activities."

“This one will also take that as a yes…," it responds as it writes a few things more down, “One more quest, MQ-7. Do you think you are good with people?"

“I've handled several hostage situations that have ended with positive results."

M-2483 stares blankly at MQ-7 who stares blankly at it, “Okay. This one thinks that is all the questions, it will discuss your hiring with its fellow toy unit. If you would be so kind to wait in our waiting room, we'll get to you shortly."

“You work fast for job hiring."

“It's a high priority," it replies as it gets up and heads into the next room leaving MQ-7 to slip off the chair which moans as it's released under the weight of the cybernetic sergal. The drone sergal moves with smooth calculated motions, its deadly blades and tail kept away from anything they could harm as he steps outside.

While this happens M-2483's partner toy I-2843 was currently interviewing its current job application. The black-haired fair skinned human male dressed in simple yet “nice" clothes fitting for a job interview tries to keep his eyes locked on the blue eyes of the black and silver shark toy, but the shark toy's spiked collar and piercing gaze constantly makes him look away.

“So, Mike, this one has been going over your job application," it says as it leans over the desk, its breasts squeezed together as it gives a toothy grin to the human.

Mike looks up, “I hope it's alright. I've never been good at job applications."

“Highly educated, yet only years of experience at other retail jobs, this one has to wonder," I-toy says as it climbs onto the desk as it draws ever closer to him, “Why do you want to work at Toys-4-U?"

“Well um… I'm curious for one. And sense moving I haven't been able to find a job. And the pay is good. Amazingly good."

“So, this one is saying you are a whore? Working for the money?" it asks as it gets even closer.

“Huh? What?!" Mike exclaims as he looks up to have the toy's breasts only a few inches away from his face. He blushes as he tries to avert his gaze but feels I-toy's hand run across his chin forcing him to look up into her domineering eyes.

“Isn't that what a whore is? Working for money?"

“What? No. I'm not working for sex. I'm applied for the cashier job… or I think I applied for that. Did I apply for that?"

“You did."

“Then why are you asking about me being a whore?"

“Well…" I-toy says as it runs its rubbery finger across his lips, “Because you will be working with toys, which by nature are sluts. Are you able to handle that? Are you able to contain yourself? You are not to…" I-toy slips its finger into Mike's mouth, “Test toys while on duty."

Mike shivers as he feels a tingle run down his spine, a hint of bashful arousal growing as he pulls away but I-toy pushes forward to keep on him, “I-I wouldn't test toys while working."

“Are you sure?" I-toy asks with a toothy grin.

“Y-yes. I haven't even tried one of your toy products," he responds managing to pop his mouth off of the toy's finger.

“Then what makes you think you could be a good employee here at Toys-4-U? If you don't know much about our… products," I-toy says as it adjusts showing off its slick rubbery body to him.

“I work hard. I'm a fast learner. I respect people. I try to be polite miss. And I try to not be judgmental."

“Try not to?" I-toy asks as it crosses its legs in front of the desk with a loud squeak.

“Well it is impossible for people to be judgeless. Right? Saying otherwise would be lying. And my Mother told me not to lie in a job interview."

“Did she now?" I-toy grins, “And did you tell your Mother you are applying here?"

“What?! Are you crazy?! Why would I tell her that I applied to work at a sex shop?!"

I-toy grins, “Good. This one thinks it's heard enough. It will confer with its fellow toy units. If you wait outside in the waiting room, it will let you know if you get the job."

“Already?"

“We like to make our judgements for being hired in store. Please wait outside like a good human, and this one will get back to you," I-toy responds with a toyful wink.

“Yes Miss," Mike says as he slides his chair back as he tries to resist the best, he can about the tense situation he is. He heads outside as I-toy heads out of the room into the connecting meeting room where its fellow toy unit M-toy is just walking into the room.

I-toy quickly asks, “What do you think of your applicant?"

“This one is not sure. Name is MQ-7, a nice solid good name, but they are dangerous looking. With daggers growing out of their body."

“Sounds wonderful," I-toy says.

“What? NO! That is the opposite of wonderful!"

“What about the interview. How did they answer the questions?"

M-toy tail flicks with a soft squeak, “See for yourself," it says as it hands the paper over to I-toy.

The shark toy looks over the notes, “They passed everything you asked well enough, and their profile picture looks fitting to some of our drone toy lines. But they are a user?"

“Yes they are."

“Hire them."

“W-what?!"

“This one said hire them. This one is in charge. You will hire them."

“But we are both in charge of the hire process. We both need to accept them to be hired."

“And this one is telling you to accept them and hire them."

“But…"

I-toy gives M-toy a stern look, “What about your applicant."

“They are experienced. This one is thinking of hiring them as well."

“We could just hire them. Let this one see your notes."

“Here you go," I-toy says as it hands them over to M-toy who looks them over.

“There are no notes on the questions you had this one, ask. All it says is perfect prey."

I-toy grins, “They are. Perfect for this one, and the store to work in a pleasant work environment."

“I-2843. Customers are not prey. This one will tell Maker if you keep this up."

I-toy chuckles, “Go ahead. This one reports to Maker what it does."

M-toy sighs softly…

While the fate of the job applicants is happening, the job applicants are going to have their own chat…

Mike exits the interview room and sighs softly, “I didn't expect it to go like that. I knew my interviewer was a toy which is odd, but that shark toy is… something," he mutters as he takes a few steps before stopping dead in his tracks as he sees MQ-7, “That's a unique toy model," he remarks.

MQ-7 shifts and turns his attention to the human which he towers over by at least a solid foot, “I am not a toy. I'm applying for one of the two job openings here," he states as the voice causes a crawl to run down Mike's back as his body jumps up in surprise.

“Oh… sorry, I… um. Didn't know. The smooth drone face was… ah yes. Sorry."

MQ-7 stares at him for a good minute as Mike looks at him awkwardly, “Name's Mike…" he eventually says as he looks up at MQ-7.

“Yes."

“What's your name?"

“MQ-7."

“What? That's not a name."

“It is the only name I respond to," he responds coldly.

“I see… I will be over here…" he says as his cell phone chimes off, “Who could be texting me…" he says as he looks at it on a small screen of his extreme old slider phone, “How does she know I can even accept texts right now? I swear my Mother is psychic," he remarks as he slides the phone to pull out the miniature keyboard, “Just finished. It went well, I think. They said they'd let me know soon."

“What is that?" asks MQ-7 as he moves over to him, the cybernetic sergal's feet click as the metal that make up part of his feet tap on the ground.

“What? This?" he holds up his phone.

“Yes."

“It's my phone."

“That's not a phone. That's an antique."

“It's old, but I like it. Battery lasts for days."

“So, does mine."

“Uh right… it is just less distracting. It is good what I need it for. I had to crack it to work with today's sim cards, but outside of that problem, she's been good to me," he says as he pockets it.

“It is so old."

“But it's a goodie."

“You should upgrade."

“I prefer not. I like to limit my technology… not that there's anything wrong with technology, I can see you are," he looks over MQ-7 again, “A technology enthusiast."

MQ-7 silently stares at him as only the soft hiss of his back tubes sucking air making any noise in the room.

'I think I'll stop talking now."

“It is a preferable action."

“Thanks… I think? Were you being sarcastic?"

“Maybe."

“I'll take that as a yes. Sorry, I can't read sarcasm."

MQ-7 stares at him silently, “So what is with all this… um stuff on you? It looks menacing."

“Thanks."

“That is not what I meant. Why is it… you know. You are covered in all that stuff… most of which doesn't even appear to be street legal."

“This is me."

“Me? Like a goth wearing black me?"

“No. This is what I am," MQ-7 states.

Mike looks over him, “Right… I think that's enough questions."

“A good choice."

“Thanks," he replies as a few moments later M-2483 and I-2843 come into the room together. The shark toy looks over MQ-7 then turns its attention straight to Mike, “Good news. You're both hired!"

Mike eyes widen, “Really?"

“Good."

“Both of us are hired?" Mike asks as he looks over to the towering synthetic sergal.

“Yes, you are," says M-toy as it eyes MQ-7.

MQ-7's systems glows, “Perfect. When do I begin?"

“I-toy are you 100% sure about this?"

I-toy looks over its shoulder, “Yes. This one is the store manager, you will accept its decision. Both are hired."

“O… okay," M-toy replies lowering its head.

I-toy gives a toothy grin, “That is why you are the assistant store manager, you assist this one as its partner toy."

“Umm… so not to interrupt," Mike says as I-toy turns its gaze to him.

“What was that?" asks I-toy.

“Um… ah, I was just wondering what's next?"

The shark toy squeaks showing off its breasts, “We show both of you the ropes and basics of working the store. You two will be mostly set to work as cashiers. We are often busy so we need two registers to be manned at all times. We will train you on how to use them and the basics of how we toys run things here at Toys-4-U. After training this one expects you both to be here tomorrow first thing when the store opens. Does this one make itself clear?" I-toy explains in a firm authoritative tone.

“Yes… um, what do I call you?"

“Call this one Boss Toy."

“Yes boss."

I-toy gets closer to Mike, “This one didn't say Boss, it said Boss Toy, does this one make itself clear?" I-toy asks as it leans in closer its sleek rubber body now an inch away from the human.

“Yes, Boss Toy."

I-toy gives a toothy grin, “Excellent," the toy looks at MQ-7, “Do you have any questions?"

MQ-7 shakes its head, “None."

“Good. Feel free to ask M-2483 any questions as this one," I-toy points to itself, its hands gently rub against its breast causing a soft squeak, “As this one shows you the ropes."

Mike nods, “Okay."

MQ-7 replies, “Understood."

The two are led by the two toys out into the Toys-4-U store, small by Toys-4-U megastore standards with only ten aisles in total, each filled to the brim with all kinds of sexual deviant items, rubber, latex, traditional toys. Only two other 'living' toys appeared to be working at the store, one of which a sleek black dark blue haired rubber shark toy with matching cuffs and collar, a pair of handles on its hips as it is clear with its sheathed cock with a golden prince Albert piercing sticking out of the sheath. It is clear that the toy is of the hermaphrodite variety. It's collar saying M-2313 on its tag.

I-toy looks at its fellow shark toy, “Greet the customers, this one will be teaching our new co-workers how to work the till."

M-2313 bows respectfully with a sensual squeak, “Yes Boss Toy," it replies as it moves over to the front of the store and stands on a small raised pedestal and when a customer arrives the toy gives a sensually friendly bow and says, “Hello! Welcome to your local Toys-4-U convenience store! If you have any questions feel free to ask this one or any other active toy for assistance," it declares happily.

Mike looks at the display and swallows a bit of nervousness down, “That is some greeting."

MQ-7 says nothing as M-2483 says, “That is how most shark toys are… most."

I-toy gives M-toy a firm squeaky spank on the rump, “Hush, you can't disagree with how the Maker made this one."

M-toy shivers, “This one thinks Maker made you too dangerous."

I-toy grins, “It's great, isn't it?" it chuckles before turning back to the two, “First we'll create a sign in for you…" I-toy says as it gets to work training them with the help of M-2483. It in total takes a few hours to go everything, Mike needing a few repeats and test ringing a few customers himself to make sure he knows what to do but MQ-7 on the first try with everything, with perfect motions picks up on it all.

Mike looks at the cybernetic sergal with a tinge of uneasiness but then their work day ends, and they get to go home, to be back first thing when the store opens. Mike and MQ-7 walk in the store almost side by side as Mike brings up a question.

“So… um MQ-7?"

The synthetically enhanced sergal turns to him, his towering figure and sharp claws and bladed arm reflect in the late afternoon sun as the sound of the city traffic echoes in the distance. His smooth silver glass dome head gives a distorted mirror look of Mike's worried and slightly fearful face right back at him, “Yes?" he asks coldly.

“It was… um nice working with you today, but I'm curious, do you have trouble getting here?"

“Clarify."

“Well outside how you look, driving a car seems like a difficult venture."

“I did not drive. I walked."

“Ah, so you live nearby then?"

“No. I live just outside of the city."

“Oh, you mean you took public transit here then? I can't image what those bus rides are like."

“I did not use public transportation. I walked here from my current place of rest."

“Wouldn't that take like… hours?"

“No. Only about twenty minutes."

“From outside of the city?" Mike asks looking at him with disbelief.

“Yes."

“You'd have to like run at least fifty miles per hour the entire way to do that!"

“Yes."

“Well then… I will just walk to my car then and enjoy traffic like a normal person, have a good day MQ-7."

“Normal people do not enjoy traffic."

Mike sighs, “Right…" he replies as he walks off.

The next day Mike pulls into the parking lot in his red aged and scratched carolla about five minutes before the store opens. He exits the car and heads to the front of the store where a large muscular anthropomorphic elephant security guard stands before him, “Morning."

“Sorry, we are not open yet," he responds.

“I work here."

He eyes him, “You work here? You don't look like someone who could handle my job," he remarks.

“Oh no, not that. I work as a cashier here."

The elephant stares at him, “Do you?"

“Yes, its my second day."

“As is mine," states MQ-7 as Mike feels a cold chill run down his back as he snaps around to see MQ-7 standing almost right over him.

“When did you get here?!"

“Shortly before you."

“But I did not see you."

The security guard nods, “Neither did I. Suddenly when I looked up you were there."

“I know."

“Know what?"

“That you did not see me. I intended it to be that way."

“Why?"

MQ-7 says nothing as I-toy pops its head out of the store doors, “It's okay. They work for the store, this one will let them in."

The security guard looks over his shoulder at the shark toothed grinning toy, “If you say so. My shift ends in a few minutes anyway," he remarks as Mike and MQ-7 are ushered inside. The smell of latex and leather hits them like a ton of bricks, but at the same time there is a faint hint of cleaning solution as everything is well-kept and the floors are spotless.

“I'm impressed the store always looks so clean," remarks Mike.

“Our stock late at night does a good job cleaning," I-toy explains.

“You mean there is a late-night stock crew?"

I-toy shakes its head, “No, our stock late at night, cleans the store."

Mike blinks a few times as he feels his grasp of what was just said slipping through his fingers like grains of sand, “Okay… So, we'll just be at the registers?"

“Yes. M-toy!" I-toy yells out as both M-2483 the sergal toy and M-2313 pop their heads out of the aisles and reply.

“Yes, Boss Toy?"

I-toy gives them both a firm look, “Why did Maker give this one two M designated toys to work with," it mutters with a sigh, “It's M-toy, not you M-toy."

The other shark toy nods, “Got it."

“Get ready to greet customers at least, while M-TOY you watch the new hires and help them out as need be. This one has to do some back of the store work. It will come out to hunt customers later."

M-toy replies, “This one doesn't think you are supposed to hunt customers…"

I-toy shoots the sergal toy a firm look.

“Never mind."

Mike looks at the interactions with disbelief and mutters, “Weirdest place I've ever worked at, but the pay is good," he shrugs as he and MQ-7 get to work.

The start of the day was fairly slow, but steadily it begins to pick up and eventually after four hours of standing at the register near motionless, staring at Mike, without saying a word, barely moving, MQ-7 gets a customer despite a long line at Mike's register, and this only happens at the behest of M-toy informing customers that there is a second register open.

MQ-7 looks down at the short anthropomorphic guinea pig who is buying a horse dildo almost as big as he is, and about three gallons of the highest quality ultra-fine quality zero friction lube the store has.

The guinea pig looks bashfully away as MQ-7 rings the items, “You know that classic song, 'Try Everything' shouldn't be taken literally," he states.

The guinea pig jumps a little, “What? No. This is for a friend, they wanted me to buy it. They are so bashful you know."

“I would recommend not to overextend yourself."

“Please, no, I would not do that… why would you say that?" he asks as he eyes the sergal drone curiously as he bags the items.

“We like our customers to be repeat customers. One-time purchases are bad for the company," he explains as the transaction finishes and the guinea pig takes the bag and scurries off.

“MQ-7?" asks M-2483 as the sergal toy approaches.

MQ-7 looks over his shoulder at the sergal toy.

“Yes?"

“We don't comment on customer purchases unless they specifically ask. We respect our customer's privacy when it comes to what they enjoy and buy."

“Understood. But according to my calculations. There are far less painful and embarrassing ways to end themselves."

“Regardless what you might think, it is best not to say. What if they were buying for a friend?"

“Unlikely."

M-toy sighs, “Still. It is best to be respectful and encourage return visits."

“If he uses that dildo, he won't be able to return visit… ever."

“MQ-7, please. No more comments like that?"

“Understood."

“Good," he responds as the shark toy greets another customer, an anthropomorphic male corgi with full flush tail. He looks at the toy and shrugs at it, “Just don't bother me," he grunts as he pushes past it.

M-toy looks over and sighs, “Oh… this one really wishes it could help that one but…"

MQ-7 looks at the toy then the corgi as the Corgi glances over to the toy, adjusting the backpack on his back, “But what?"

“They like to take without paying. We haven't caught them in the act but camera it is so. This one would tell I-toy but this one likes to keep customers… in one piece."

“Why don't I keep an eye on them?"

The sergal toy looks at MQ-7 curiously, “We don't follow customers around. That would make them feel uncomfortable. We do our best to give them quality customer service. Though this one would like them not to steal… or to inform I-toy of it. That be bad…" the toy mutters as it wiggles its rump with a soft squeak.

“Let me watch them. I'll make sure they won't notice."

“Really?" M-toy asks curiously, “How?"

“I have ways to be unseen."

Mike speaks up, “That's true. He kinda appeared out of nowhere with the guard watching… it was kinda creepy actually."

“Thanks."

“That wasn't a compliment," Mike replies.

“Can you do it without causing trouble?" asks M-2483.

Mike as he rings up a customer with the sergal drone's back turned to him can feel a cold shiver run down his spine as the sergal responds.

“Yes."

“Good, this one will watch the register then as you watch them."

“Good," MQ-7 responds as it switches place with the sergal toy. MQ-7 walks off as the corgi continues to look around, checking over his shoulder a few times as he casually walks up and down the aisles.

“Damn toys are always so 'eager' to help. Wish I could take one of them," he mutters as he looks over the items, “So expensive, they overly charge for everything," he mutters more as he stops over the dildo section and looks around. He peeks over the corner checking to see if anyone could see him. Feeling assured he sneaks back to the dildos and unzips his bag slowly. Again, he looks around, one last check before he slides some dildos into his bag. Slowly he zips the bag up, slings it over his shoulder and takes two steps before he feels a face hit something hard.

“What the hell?!" he exclaims as he looks ahead of him and sees nothing but a second later the camouflage backdrop disappears and standing a good two feet over him was MQ-7. The sergal's chest glows as it hums with energy claws out, the shin blades extended as his tail flicks behind him the metal tips clattering on tiled ground for effect.

“You shouldn't be stealing," MQ-7 states.

The corgi looks up and shivers, his tail moves between his legs, “Stealing? I wasn't…" he trails off as he swallows a lump in his throat as MQ-7 takes a step closer.

“I would not recommend choosing this path."

“What? You going to try to lecture me too?" the Corgi states in a vain attempt to sound brave.

“No. But I will say," MQ-7 takes another step closer, the threatening silver domed head showing the corgi's face as he does his best to keep his composure against the threatening moves of the sergal, his eyes darting to the sharp blades and the deadly looking tail tip, the spikes along his back…, “That I don't think you'd survive the rehabilitation process…"

“The rehabilitation…. Process?" the corgi asks as he swallows another lump in his throat as his pants begin to wetted.

“Yes, few survive. You hardly seem the type physically fit to make it," he states.

“W-what happens in…" he trails off as MQ-7 now right up in the corgi's face.

“Drop the bag, and never steal again. I'm not the only one watching for people needing a chance to redeem themselves through hard work," MQ-7 states as a pool forms at the base of the corgi's feet as he drops the bag and quickly runs off. MQ-7 watches the corgi leave the store at full speed before turning back to the puddle.

“Now I have to clean this up," MQ-7 sighs in his self-contained bio-dome, the pleasant life supporting gas is not even able to overcome the doldrum of what he must clean up.

Afterwards MQ-7 returns to the front where the sergal M-toy says, “This one saw he left without his beg… in a hurry, is everything alright? You were gone for a while."

“I had to clean a spill caused by him. Everything is fine. There is a wet floor sign by where the spill was."

M-2483 smiles, “Wonderful, come work at the register for a while longer still. We'll let you know when to take a break."

“Okay," he responds as he takes over the register and for the next few hours everything was uneventful till M-2483 approaches with M-2313 in toe.

M-2483 squeaks and says, “Why don't you two take a lunch break. A bonus for being people. This one and the other toy will watch the store as you both enjoy yourselves. There is pizza and the like in the breakroom for you both.

“Really?" asks Mike as M-2313 comes up from behind the shark toy's rump slightly hiked as it says.

“Yes. We want to make sure our customer-employees are happy!" it gives a friendly toothy grin.

Mike looks over his shoulder with a slight blush over the naked toy, “Okay… I am hungry. Thanks."

“As you wish," MQ-7 responds as they leave the registers, the two toys taking over as they head to the back of the store where a simple break room with a small table and a television in the upper corner is playing the mid-afternoon news. In the middle of the table is a nice steaming hot pizza.

Mike opens up the box and looks in surprise, “I wonder how they knew I liked sausage and mushrooms," he comments as he pulls some off and onto a plate.

“Gross. I wonder how they knew I enjoyed pineapples and bacon," MQ-7 states as he sits down the chair creaks under his weight as Mike takes a seat and starts to chow down.

MQ-7 takes his 'half' of the pizza and brings it to the dome of his face where the pizza smushed up against his silver glass dome. The sergal head inside bites the empty air instinctively before pulling the smashed pizza away from the glass dome.

Mike tries to hold back a snicker as he asks, “How do you eat with that on?"

MQ-7 turns his attention to him and stares at him for a long minute. He puts the pizza down as his hand begins to hum with a glow, liquid rubber oozes from the palm of his hand as he places it over his glass dome which clings and then cleans the pizza pieces off of his dome, removing every trace of the pizza.

“That was… cool."

MQ-7 stares at Mike as he eats. Each bite the sergal licks his lips from within the dome but he doesn't move, doesn't say anything, just the talk of the news in the background is any noise in the room, “Do you eat?"

“Yes."

“So that dome is removable."

“No."

“Then how do you eat?"

“I do."

“How?"

“Secret."

“How is eating a secret?"

“It is."

“How? Why?"

“I say it is."

“Okay... “ several more minutes pass as Mike watches over the drone which coldly stares back at him, “Umm, nice weather we are having today?"

“It isn't raining. That is good."

“Yes… rain is annoying. I hate to drive in it."

“My mate hates the rain."

“You have a wife?!" Mike exclaims almost falling out of his seat.

“Yes. She and my Ex unfortunately don't get along well. Even with her enhancements."

“What?"

“Nothing."

“How forgive me. How did you… you have a wife?"

“Yes."

“How?"

“We got married."

“And you didn't um…"

“What?"

“What's your secret?"

“If I were to tell you, I would have to kill you."

“Is that a joke?"

“No."

“Was that a joke?"

“No."

“I can't read sarcasm… I think you are joking," he says with a soft forced chuckle.

“No. It wasn't."

“Right… but I mean with girls. How did you have a wife, looking like?"

“Like what?"

“Like you do. No offense but… you look like you could kill someone on those blades."

“Thank you."

“That wasn't a compliment… but seriously. You look like a killing machine."

“Thank you."

“Again, not a compliment! But seriously. Seriously. How did you snag a girl? I mean, she'd get cut up just hugging you."

“MQ-8 is more heavily armed and armored than I am."

Mike blinks, “She's like you?"

“Yes."

“Uh… okay. That's different. So, what you um, not going to ask how you became like that… you weren't always like that right?"

“Yes."

“Were you together before or after?"

“Before."

“Huh… so, at least how might be answered and relevant."

“We talked. I talked. She doesn't say much."

“So, do all the talking. Got it. Perhaps women like that, I should give that a try."

“Shared interests are good."

“Right, right. So, what are your shared interests?"

“Working for the company."

“This company?"

“No."

“What company then?"

MQ-7 stares at Mike silently for another long minute.

“Never mind."

“In other news. A local guinea pig, a self-proclaimed 'adventurer of love' is currently an hour into surgery after having impaled themselves on an equine shaped phallic item. We've interviewed their roommate who requested their face be blurred for it."

The scene on the television changes as a short feline holds up a microphone to an anthropomorphic equine and when you see someone in the background walk past you realize the feline isn't short, but the horse is just that big.

“I came home for lunch from work and found him like that. If only someone talked sense into him to not to do that!" he cries.

MQ-7 looks up the screen for a moment then back to Mike.

“Huh… who would have seen that coming…" Mike comments as he idly eats a little more pizza.

MQ-7 says nothing but sighs internally as he watches his co-worker finish his food.

“So… um. What do you like to do? If eating is not one of those things?"

“Work. I love my job."

“But we just started."

“My other job."

“Oh, so you are working two jobs?"

A moment of silence passes before he responds, “Yes."

“Must be tough."

“I survive. I always survive."

“That's good. Surviving is good. A weird way of saying life sucks, but good."

“I enjoy my life. I work for the company."

Mike slowly nods, “Right. So… um. Yeah, what else do you do?"

“Different forms of work."

“Do you do anything outside of work?"

“No."

“So work is your life?"

“Yes."

“Sounds like a lot of people I know," Mike chuckles uneasily as MQ-7 stares at him, “Me, I don't do much. Got this job, I go home, I play some games, talk to a few people, go back to work. Nothing special."

MQ-7 silently stares at him.

“I guess my life isn't that exciting, huh?"

“No."

Mike sighs, “That's cold."

MQ-7 doesn't respond.

“I guess we should get back to work."

“Yes. Work gives meaning and purpose."

“A little over the top but sure, why not," Mike responds as they head back onto the store floor. And for the next three days, everything appears to have been going well. It is late afternoon on the fourth day when Mike and MQ-7 exit the store.

“Finally, the weekend!" Mike says cheerfully as he stretches, “That place is so damn busy."

“You are not coming back tomorrow?"

Mike turns to him, “What? I need a day off."

MQ-7 stares at him in front of the store in silence.

“You know what a day off is right?"

“Yes. A day without meaning. As it costs the company."

“I wouldn't say that. You should really," Mike says as suddenly a spray of red mixed with silver synthetic blood sprays across his face. He jumps in shock as an inch from his head is a thin metal spike that has pierced through the lower back of MQ-7 and out the front. Mike stands there completely dumbfounded as a few people nearby who see this run off screaming. “Wha…"

As Mike tries to manage the words and the events that just transpired, MQ-7 calmly looks down at the piece of steel through his gut as he grabs it yanks it out. The holes in his body bleed only for a few seconds before they self-seal as MQ-7 calmly turns around, “Those who damage company property will be severely punished," states MQ-7 as suddenly he feels a force gripping his neck and hoisting up into the air.

“What the hell?!" exclaims Mike as he falls back onto the ground as I-toy rushes out of the store.

“What is going on out here? What is scaring away the customers… and what smells so good?" it asks as it looks around and then down at Mike who stares at the seemingly magically floating MQ-7 who is holding onto some kind of invisible force. “Oh, it's you."

Appearing out of seemingly nowhere is a massive hulking eight-foot-tall black metal synthetic anthropomorphic raptor-dragon like creature with long spreading wings of at least sixteen feet in span. Its smooth red dome head is similar to that of MQ-7. The sergal drone slashes at the larger machine only to have himself thrown like a rag doll over its shoulder. MQ-7 flies through the air and lands hard onto a red Carolla crushing the vehicle under the sergal's body and weight.

“My car!" Mike cries out as he suddenly feels I-toy's hand on his shoulder.

“Don't worry. We'll store expense it," I-toy says with a big toothy grin.

“Huh? What? How do you store expense a car!" Mike cries out.

“Don't worry about it."

“But it's my car! And what about the giant metallic monster there!" Mike points to it as it turns its back to them and then vanishes, only the shifting of gravel on the parking lot give away where it was or could be.

“Come inside before you get hurt. And get cleaned up before this one gets any hungrier," states I-toy as it drags Mike back into the store as he looks on in disbelief just as MQ-7 rolls off of the mashed car seemingly no worse for wear.

Glass and metal crunches under MQ-7's feet as his back spires hiss. They release six small spherical floating balls into the air just as the giant raptor-dragon synthetic appears out of the nothingness and strikes at him.

MQ-7 disappears in the same fashion as three loud ringing gunshots echo out over the parking lot the bullets smash into the pavement leaving small creators in each point of impact. Mike ducks down to the ground as he sees out from the glass doors, his body too fearful to move as I-toy stands over him.

“M-2313, M-2483, get the customers to safety in the back," it commands as the other shark toy and sergal toy nod and reply in unison.

“Yes Boss Toy," as the usher the frightened and confused customers toward the back of the store. Mike tries to get up when I-toy crouches down and pushes him to the ground.

“You stay here."

“Why?"

“You are a witness, this one needs to know what is going on."

“But I don't know what is going on!"

“So, you say."

“But you told the customers to the back, I should go there."

“You are a co-worker, not a customer," explains I-toy as another shot rings out. Mike lowers himself more as he is torn between complete fear of the situation and his curiosity to see what is going on as he sees MQ-7 disappears in and out of view like the large other black synthetic that he is currently fighting.

When the black metal machine appears again two more shots ring out as bullets smash into the creature's armor. Two orange sized holes appear in its armor as wires and circuits spark underneath the exposed shell. It looks up in a direction of the shots as another shot rings out hitting the machine's domed head but the bullet ricochet off not even leaving a scratch.

The other synthetic focuses to see the shifting facade of advanced camouflage of another MQ unit, a red metal orange domed anthropomorphic shark by the designation of MQ-156. The cybernetic shark has a permanent shark tooth grin along the base of its dom, giving it a menacing look as it takes aim down the scope of a sniper rifle which is more fit for advanced anti-tank rifle than an anti-personnel one.

The front of the shark projects a view of what is behind her, giving the look as if she's not there, her body glows a soft yellow along her chest power core. She takes aim at the aggressive synthetic that only took a moment to look in her direction before resuming the hand to hand duel with MQ-7. She watches sparks fly as metal bangs against metal, the completely synthetic machine fighting the mix of organic and machinery of MQ-7.

She presses down on the trigger just as there is a small explosion. Bricks fly in all directions as a second equally large synthetic raptor-dragon in blood red chrome metallic body flies from above and crashes into the roof of where MQ-156 is.

The shark already flown back runs her claws along the top of the roof, shingles flying along the deep grooves she leaves as the other synthetic leaves a creator where it landed. It's black dome head stares blankly at the toothy painted look of MQ-156 as the charge one another.

Down below Mike watches this surreal mechanical combat between MQ-7 and this unknown assailant. MQ-7 is thrown as he hits the side of a nearby building hard enough to leave a small creator where he impacted. Two massive holes poked right through the building as the sergal must push himself off of the building, managing to do so just in time before his attack bursts right through the side of the building as shocked screams of people nearby can be heard.

“This is entertaining," remarks I-toy as she watches beside Mike.

“Entertaining? How?!"

“This is like a movie, and so far, our store isn't damaged," it replies.

“This isn't a movie this is real," his words are cut off as the red chromed shark MQ-156 lands hard feet first on Mike's car, smashing it down even flatter than before.

“My car!..."

“It was already destroyed."

“But now my CD's are sure to be destroyed in there."

I-toy looks down at him, “Who still uses CD's to listen to music?"

“I do…" Mike trails off as MQ-156 looks up at the red chromed synthetic standing on top of the building.

“Is that all you got? And I thought this was going to be fun," states MQ-156 as it leaps onto the side of the building, her claws digging into the brick siding as she climbs up the side back at the other machine in mere seconds.

MQ-7 and the black synthetic continue to fight, blades clash against one another as one of MQ-7's arm blades breaks right off at the base. The blade flies and pierces one of Mike's car tires that wasn't already popped from the previous damage done to it.

MQ-7 back spires hiss as he disappears again at the same time the other machine does, “He's trying to drain my battery," thinks MQ-7 as the two continue to fight in this magical disappearing, reappearing act. Grooves and small creators appear out of nowhere as they fight one another. Eventually MQ-7 stopped vanishing entirely as he dukes it out with the larger machine. Tossed and thrown the larger machine appears out of nowhere once again and unleashes a heavy blow to MQ-7's domed head which cracks along the side. A soft hiss reaches MQ-7's ears as he notices his systems now compensating for the breach in atmosphere that keeps him alive.

MQ-7's target appears again already in full charge against the sergal as an invisible force slams into the raptor-dragon's side. The sound of metal on metal banging hard against one another can be heard as flickering into view is just as big MQ-7 but even more synthetic blue metal sergal with golden spikes along her back and legs, with an even deadlier looking tail end than MQ-7.

“MQ-8!" exclaims as the other machine attempts to disappear but his body flickers and remains visible as well while still being thrown back by the heavy hit of the new assailant. The larger machine slides against the ground sparking along the way before it grabs MQ-8 and flings her off of itself and out through the front of the Toys-4-U doors. Glass shards fly everywhere as Mike takes cover underneath I-toy which looks at the other synthetic sergal which lands into a few smashed displays.

I-toy looks at her as it states, “This one will be writing a report to be compensated for these damages."

MQ-8 looks over to I-toy in silence. Mike shivers underneath looking up at the large intimidating female synthetic sergal which walks by before running straight back into the fight.

I-toy sticks its head out, “You will be getting a bill!"

“How can you think of anything like that, when lives are on the line!" exclaims Mike.

“We at Toys-4-U take the damage to our stores very seriously, as much as the lives of people. You're safe. Don't worry," it responds.

“How is keeping here safe? I'm surrounded by shards of glass!"

“Get a broom and start cleaning."

“I'm not on the clock!"

“Overtime pay."

Mike sighs in disgust or confusion, it's hard for him to even tell as MQ-7 and MQ-8 fight against the machine. MQ-8 flicks its tail as daggers fly from the tail and hit the side of the machine, two bounce off harmlessly but one slips in between two joints and is driven in a few inches.

MQ-7 without hesitation slams the blade in deeper into the machine's side, the blade snaps in half leaving part of it jammed into it as silver metallic liquid oozes out of the wound before MQ-7 is kicked and sent flying back his body only being stopped by what remains of Mike's car.

Mike holding a broom droops his shoulders more as he mutters, “How did this happen?" as he resumes sweeping up the broken glass.

The sounds of combat echo above the trio of machines fighting on ground level. MQ-8 rushes up and grips the larger machine as her feet sink into the pavement. Hoisting it up into the air she throws it toward MQ-7 who grabs the machine by the head and slams it down onto the bashed remains of Mike's car, slamming down so hard that the attack's head drills right through the car and hits into the pavement cracking its domed head.

The mechanical monster lets out a synthetic growl as it grips onto the smashed car and forces its head out of it. Metal crunches under its tight grip as it swings the car and bats MQ-7 back through the Toys-4-U store smashing the other glass door and into another display.

I-toy glares at MQ-7, “Don't mess up the store or you are fired!" it yells.

MQ-7 claws himself out of the store displayer pushing past leather gear and other sexual oddities as it gets back onto its feet, “Sorry. I'll make sure you are compensated for the damages."

“Good! Mike, clean up the mess."

“But I didn't cause it!" Mike whines, “Why doesn't he clean it?" Mike asks as he points to the walking past MQ-7.

“Because he is fighting off the random killer robot, that's why. Or do you want to switch places with him?" I-toy asks with a fiendish grin.

Mike tenses up, “No thanks," he quickly responds.

“What this one thought. Now get to sweeping."

“Yes, Boss Toy," he replies in a defeated sigh as he resumes his glass sweeping.

Outside MQ-7 makes another strike at the machine, doing all he and MQ-8 can focus on its weak points. The two dance around it, striking at the moment there is an opening, metal against metal, synthetic against synthetic, they fight for their lives in an epic struggle against this.

MQ-8 takes a heavy punch from the machine as she is knocked back a few inches, her claws dug into the pavement before she gives it back a hard hit of her own. She knocks it off of its feet, the domed head cracks more as MQ-7 rushed underneath and behind and punches hard into the spine of the beast, using its arm blades to then dig into tis back side and throw it across the parking lot landing onto the mangled mess of Mike's car.

It pulled itself up, its body hissing loudly as the mechanical workings struggle to keep things going. It looks down and rips the dented hood off of Mike's car and throws it to the side before taking the car engine and throwing it like an oversized baseball at MQ-7.

MQ-7 slices the engine in twine as he and MQ-8 rush up and at the same time they strike on the sides of the silver dome head shattering the reinforced glass to reveal the mangled heavily augmented raptor of some kind. It gasps for breath before falling over, dead.

MQ-7 and MQ-8 look at each other, their bodies a glow as MQ-7 states, “Now to help MQ-156, she is fighting one of these by herself," and at that exact moment the other attacker lands down hard onto the one they just killed. Glass and metal shards fly everywhere.

MQ-7 and MQ-8 leap back ready for round two when they notice that it has no head.

Jumping down from several stories above is MQ-156 holding the mangled mess of a head in her claws, “You finished the fun without me," she states as she tosses the head onto the pile of bodies and goes over to MQ-7, “And you. You were careless!" she states.

“But… I was distracted. I was talking to my co-worker."

“So, it was his fault now?"

“Yes. Yes, it was."

“Where is he?"

MQ-7 points to the store.

MQ-156 looks over and heads to the store. Glass crunches under her feet, “Where is MQ-7's co-worker."

I-toy looks up at the other shark, “This one loves the look."

“Thanks. But answer my question, where is MQ-7's coworker. That distracted him to get injured," she growls.

Mike as he dumps some glass into the garbage lifts his head curiously as I-toy points in his direction. MQ-156 walks over to him as Mike swallows a lump that forms in his throat.

“Hi…" Mike weakly waves.

“You're the one?"

“One what?"

“MQ-7's coworker."

“Yes… what the he--"

“You are so scrawny and weak."

“What?"

MQ-156 gets closer, “Don't distract him again."

“Uh… okay. Oh, are you his mate?" he asks as he feels as if his heart just stopped there, like he just insulted death herself.

After a long cold moment which felt like hours, she responds, “No," and turns around, the aura of imminent death leaving him as Mike falls to his knees.

I-toy grins, “This one likes your style."

MQ-156 chuckles, “I like your attitude," she responds as she heads outside. Mike peeks outside to see MQ-8 giving MQ-7 a long hard silent look as she points at the cracked helmet and injury in his chest.

“Look. I'm sorry. I thought this side job would avoid that during our tax audit."

MQ-8's shoulders slump as she gives him a little push.

“How many times do I have to say sorry before you will believe me?" MQ-7 asks as MQ-8 walks away, her bladed tails brushing up against MQ-7's face as she walks off.

“Two it seems."

MQ-156 looks around, “We should take the bodies back. MQ-8 help me with them."

MQ-8 stops and looks over her shoulder and shakes her head.

“Is it because I blew you up that one time?"

MQ-8 nods and walks off.

“She's as stubborn as you," MQ-156 says as it looks at MQ-7.

“I'll help you with them."

“No, MQ-7. You will help clean the store you work at."

“What? But why!"

“You caused it, you can help clean it, and work out the payment to compensate the store."

MQ-7 lets out a sigh, “Fine."

MQ-156 checks over the parking lot seeing all of the other twenty or so cars in the lot, “Amazingly only the antique rust-bucket of a car was even damaged in the fight," she remarks as she picks up the two machine bodies each bigger than herself with seemingly effortless ease and walks off.

MQ-7 sighs and heads back to the store as I-toy holds out a big broom in its hand with a toothy grin that matches that of MQ-156.

“Get to it," the toy commands.

MQ-7's shoulders slump, “Yes Boss Toy," he says as he and Mike get to work.